Cyber Kittens and Cowboys Ipam (reading a book txt) 📖

Geneva is covering something with a chosenfake name, the Internet would pick it up, also.

That’s the message Pamela’s sending to me:research Geneva.

Preston exits folder & types, quicklyinto Internet icon researching that bitch. He stops, suddenly.Laptop ain’t encrypted. He can’t perform that cyber space spyingfunction here at airport. He needs his office desktop with all theright malware and safe guards and secret passwords for securedaccess points of government sites.

Ring! Ring! Preston pulls phone notingtelephone number from that bitch.

“Yeah!”

Pause.

“When?”

Pause.

“I’m not a ding dong, Geneva but I do likethem snacks. They’re sweet and tasty unlike your bitter sour pussyass…”

Pause.

“Glad you got my point, too. I concur Pamelaused Ilenn’s Library card to steal the laptop. Call me, when youfind that hardware.”

Pause.

Preston laughs, hardy in baritone trombone.“Your brain on slo mo, Geneva. Cops’ll never find that hardwaretherefore…you don’t call me, period.” He slaps cell shut.“Bitch!”

Time: 12:01 pm. Hoover Public Library.

Pamela types, slowly & stands, soldierlyat in-house library computer housing all data for books, novels,archives of the world researching any and all possible information:Ashley Slanton. She waits and waits, impatiently as little tinyhourglass spins round and round then like magic lined paragraphs ofnewspaper references display onto screen.

Ashley Slanton >> Obituaries >>Jefferson News Courier in Birmingham, Alabama, March 23, 2010

She scratches, accurately details on pad fromrecycle bind of used & abused paper provided by Hoover librarystaff for “saving the forest trees” along with blue ink pen shefound on a table.

She enters new command search: ThurstonSlanton.

Thurston Slanton >> Obituaries >>Jefferson News Courier in Birmingham, Alabama, March 21, 2010

Girl’s relative died two days before and bothoccurred over two years ago.

She scribbles, slowly that additional data onpad & frowns, ugly. Her new lead is dead. Those contacts aregone to heaven. This isn’t the mighty Internet accessing everyelectronic record in the world which could provide answer herquestions and solve her mounting dilemma. Pamela stands, nervouslyinside noisy and smelly Hoover library exposing her person near anopen hallway typing diligently for information/clues/hints.

She does have a new lead, researching theirdeaths in local newspaper called Jefferson News Courier in March2010. She might yet find new clues to this mystery. The obvioushint is the CIA agents died two years ago.

Pamela stares, studiously at her handwrittendeciphered code names from her mighty assembly languageprogram:

TAG 307891116540 Slanton Ashley IT106891618322 Slanton Thurston

TAG is code name for Ashley while IT isThurston but she doesn’t realize the mathematical numbers. They’renot telephone numbers based on first three digits in US maybeforeign cell phones. She doesn’t have a cell phone since sheditched Lacy’s at Kangaroo Store trash can. She can’t purchase oneeither even with the stolen money. She can’t steal one…well she canbut that’s more dangerous.

She grabs, quickly pad & slips, nosilyinto backpack then dashes, cautiously down half-empty hallway toLibrary Newspapers Archives section where the machines are designedto read the obit in private and print copy of tragic event.

Libraries overall are supposed to be quiet.Hoover is one of the busiest in Jefferson County and the largestthat’s why she selected this building over the rest. Middle sectionof the open arena at the Hoover library houses children and teen’sreading/electronic materials making for extremely loud floor spacebut good for someone that needs to hide from the local policeauthorities.

She jots and jerks, swiftly around littlekids, yelling parents, frustrated students & slow elderly folksworming her way around rear building & steps, easily into thenewspaper room. Chrome plated 6-tier magazine racks on North wall,wooden mallet two pocket newspaper racks line West wall and oak& acrylic literature displays colorfully on East wall whilesouthern view contains single chairs and double loveseats forreading and enjoying the skyline view of Red Mountain. Occupantsignore, gladly her as Pamela tip toes, lightly across carpet toArchives with small rectangular door leading to privacy.

She picks, lonely terminal in rear &places backpack on floor as she sits, swiftly working keyboard withdeft finger pads. She re-enters key name and searches by date ofnewspaper. Clipping pops, magically upon screen. She scans, wiselyfor any more hints of case.

She whispers, softly. “Private gravesideservice for Ashley, 23 of Birmingham…”

Private graveside, that’s a key word. She isCIA agent and CIA is known as deceptive folks regarding data andpeople, since before she was born.

She keys other name: Thurston Slanton &reveals, surprising results.

“The graveside service for Thurston, 24 ofBirmingham…” She blinks eyelids shut, swiftly then open. She seesthe same English words. She whispers, twice. “The graveside serviceof Thurston…”

Thurston was provided graveside side whilehis sister was given closed casket. Bright red flag!

Pamela flips back to Ashley & re-readsthe article stating in clear black and white letters: Privategraveside service of….

That’s her clue. Ashley is alive, maybe braindead or permanently maimed but alive while brother is dead. Pamelareads, silently complete obituary gathering any more bits ofdata.

Ashley was 23 years old buried at OaktreeMemorial Gardens in Birmingham passing away on March 17, 2010. Shewas born in Homewood, loving homemaker & graduated JeffersonHigh School. She was born on March 10, 1987. She was preceded indeath by her parents and husband, Thurston Slanton.

“Thurston was her husband, not brother.” Shewhispers, softly & doesn’t recognize any more proper nouns orplaces including surviving kin or pallbearers. She adds math inhead, quickly. “So sad, 23 years old, now, gone along with herloving husband.” Pamela shakes, sideways skull.

She flips back to husband, reads, silentlycomplete electronic clipping.

Thurston was 24 years old buried at OaktreeMemorial Gardens in Birmingham passing away on March 15, 2010 atBrookdale Hospital. Visitation hours are Bailey Funeral Home. Hewas born on January 16, 1986.

Pamela stops, suddenly. She flips back toAshley’s obit, scans, studiously.

She adds, mathematically in skull. “He wouldbe 26 years today but in 2010, he was 24. That’s right. Math’scorrect. But where’s she hiding?”

Pamela flips back to clipping, reads,silently more information.

Thurston attended Birmingham University wherehe met his wife, Ashley. He graduated Birmingham Law School in 2010and loved playing football. His interests ranged from snorkeling,forest camping, spelunking and photography. The rest of the articlelists