In my dream, Mama Kate was there. Her silvery southern inflections still ringing in my consciousness.
As I sat on the edge of the bed I reflected on her spirit. In her earthly presence, she exemplified Christ. Displaying the fruitage of the spirit in every aspect of her life.
Every day I miss her. But what a gift from God to have her visit in my dreams. It was so real! In every sense, I was embodied by her presence.
When I thought about my recent scuffle with the biker dude, I imagined Mama Kate’s reaction. She would have laid hands on me to pray. “The Lord moves in mysterious ways.” she would say. “But dear lord protect my sweet boy!”
As I was stepping into the shower, my cell phone rang. Already wet, I let it go to voicemail.
This shower would be a quick one as anxiety began to nag me. Was it the hospital? Had something happened to Meg? It had been a week since I last saw Ian. Was he alright?
Getting out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around me. I stepped into the bedroom and hurridly grabbed my phone.
Opening my voicemail, I heard this message, “Hello Mr.Lucas- Pierce. This is Detective Laramie from Mobile County P.D.. Could you please come downtown. Ted Bannon was found dead in his cell. We just want to see if you have any information, or would accompany us when we question Meg. She trusts you. Thank you. Any questions, call me at the station. ”
“Dead?” I thought. “The devil doesn’t kill himself.!”
Scrambling for clean clothes, I grabbed my freshest previously worn pair of Khakis and a clean blue polo.
“I’m Pehr Lucas-Pierce. I’m here to see Detective Laramie.” I said to the desk clerk. “Have a seat. I’ll notify him that you’re here,” she replied.
Detective Laramie walked out and escorted me to his office. Once there, I poured on the questions., “How did he die? Does Meg know? Did he hang himself?”
“He had a poorly wrapped bag of his preferred dope shoved up his rectum. He died of an overdose. I think the lab will determine it to be heroin and fentanyl. I haven’t told Meg. I’d like to go see her, with you, after our chat.” He answered.
“Why would he hide it when a needle full was taken from him?” I wondered.
“Cameras revealed he went straight to the men’s room after entering the hospital. A syringe cap was found on the floor. That is apparently where he prepared the drugs to inject in Meg. He was careless in wrapping the second dose, then crammed it hastily back into, ahhem, his rear compartment. ” the detective explained.
He was seizing when found, but never recovered.
This was a lot to take in. In a way, poetic justice had been served.
New in Christ 