A bit earlier in the day…
“Jeremy Bower, you’ve got a visitor.” The guard said.
Jeremy, who was lying on his bed sat up and looked confused. He wasn’t expecting any visitors. Who the hell would visit him?
“Who is it?” he asked the guard as he exited his cell.
“Said he was your uncle.” the guard shrugged indifferent. Jeremy didn’t say anything further, but he knew whoever it was it wasn’t his uncle. He didn’t have an uncle. His mother was long gone, and his father was an only child.
The other inmates gave Jeremy looks, and muttered among themselves. Jeremy was this nutty escapee who got himself caught after his girlfriend gave him a good beating. Quite the reputation he’s built for himself.
Jeremy sits on one side of the glass, and picks up the phone. He waits for his visitor to show himself, glancing over his shoulder at the guard watching him.
“God, I should have just stayed in the wood.” he thought. Chasing Spencer suddenly didn’t seem worth the trouble.
The man who sits opposite Jeremy is a stranger. Dark hair, glasses, and a ball cap. He’s a were, Jeremy can smell him even if there’s a glass wall between them. He picks up the other phone and speaks.
“Hey Jeremy. You probably don’t remember me. Name’s Hanson, your dad sent me.” the man whispers. The guards can’t hear, but Jeremy, with his were hearing can.
“My dad?” Jeremy repeated surprised. Last he check his dad was still furious at him for landing himself in prison in Virginia, and pining after Evan Lawson’s daughter. Well, as it turned out, his father was right. He should’t have gone after Spencer.
“He’s coming for you kid. Him and his best man, Peterson.” Hanson said.
“Oh great, him.” Jeremy thought. He really didn’t like his father’s friend, Bruce Peterson. The guy always treated Jeremy like he was a complete buffoon, incapable even of wiping his own bottom. And Jeremy was no more a fan of werebears than his ex-girlfriend was (neither Jeremy nor Spencer cared for their meat-headed nature or their highly temperamental personalities).
“Don’t complain kid, just be grateful your pop’s doing anything. Now, if everything goes according to your dad’s plan, by tomorrow night you’ll be in Canada.”
“Why the hell are you here?” Jeremy asked.
“I’m a friend pitching in. Your dad wanted me to give you a heads up before meeting him outside the town.”
“What town?”
“Whatever dinky town your ex lives in.” Hanson shrugged. He’d never even heard of the place before. He lived out in a cabin alone, where he could have some privacy. A weredog, something along the lines of a Bull Terrier, who enjoyed hunting deer as much as he did women at bars.
“Moon Lake? Why… what the hell is my father planning?” Jeremy demanded, getting angry and nervous at the same time.
“Giving Lawson a taste of his own medicine. And maybe your ex too.”
“Are you insane? Is my dad insane? What the FUCK are you guys thinking?!” Jeremy hissed.
He knew his father was a bit of a nutcase, but this was taking nutcase to a new level. Jeremiah Sr. did have a thing for causing scenes, and confrontations. But outright attacking Evan Lawson (a well decorated Navy SEAL, who could snap his fingers and get a black ops team to kill them in their sleep), that was plain stupid.
“We’re thinking of doing you a favor. Don’t be so ungrateful, do you want to rot in a jail cell forever?”
“I don’t want my dad to end up dead either. You go into Moon Lake, no good will come of it. You can’t sneak up on Evan Lawson. Believe me I’ve tried. He’s not an idiot.”
“Never said the man was. But we’ve got the upper hand. Now, I’ve gotta go meet your dear daddy, so you’d better get ready. And try to keep your nose clean for the next thirty six hours.” Hanson ordered.
He hung up the phone, but that didn’t matter. He could still hear Jeremy shouting at him. It takes four guards to stop Jeremy from punching the glass. They drag him back to his cell, while Hanson prepares to meet old friend to work out the details of their plan.
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“Bower if you don’t calm down we’re going to knock you out!” one of the guards threatened. But Jeremy knew they were forbidden to hit him in the head, what with his injury that was still healing. He was being kept in a separate part of the prison because he was still in recovery.
“Do I get my one phone call now?” Jeremy asked, trying to stay calm.
The guards exchanged a look. Bower had only been there for a day and a half. He hadn’t contacted anyone. The guy’s “uncle” was the only person who showed any interest in him. Aside from the court appointed lawyer and the police.
“Sure. But only if you behave yourself.” One of the guards said.
Jeremy nodded, and was allowed out. Once at the phone, he stared at the buttons for a moment. He considered all the people he could call, and the numbers he knew off hand. Jeremy glanced back at the guard watching him. He was only five feet away from him. Jeremy knew if he started whispering the guy would get suspicious.
“The hell with it.” Jeremy thought before dialing. The phone rang three times before Jeremy heard someone.