Bedtime Story: Silver and Scotch – Night 33

Silver and Scotch, Downton Abbey

Silver and Scotch
Copyright 2015 by Barbara Hinske

Night 33

 

Jim Harrison reclined his seat back for the flight to Savannah and turned to stare at the white nothingness of the clouds outside the window. He had to admit that he was exhilarated to be trailing Scotch Blake again, but he felt guilty about leaving his family behind. His grandson was excited for him, telling the doctors and nurses that his grandfather was the only cop in America that could catch Scotch Blake.

Harrison smiled. Nothing dampened that kid’s spirits. That was why he continued to beat the odds and was getting better all the time. With any luck, he’d be strong enough for a heart-lung transplant when a donor became available. He closed his eyes and saw his wife and daughter as he said goodbye. They’d put up a brave front but he knew they dreaded the extra work his absence would place on them.

In the end, they’d all agreed. The money that he’d make consulting with the City of Savannah on behalf of the insurance companies would exceed what he made in a year as a security guard. If they were ever going to dig out of the mountain of medical bills, he needed to take this job.

Bedtime Stories: Silver and Scotch–Night 34