Chapter 29 - Back to Work
The alarm went off. Malissa rolled over and reached for Robin. What she got was empty space. She opened her eyes. Robin was gone. She was used to him being there when she awakened because he had taken a few extra days off to recuperate from his “vacation”. As her mind cleared, she remembered kissing him goodbye when he left for work. She looked at the clock.
Nine thirty already… time to get ready for school.
She got out of bed and headed for the shower.
It was Friday. Robin finally decided that it would be a good idea to go back to work at the psychic detective agency. He felt happy. There was a spring in his step he hadn’t had in a long time.
At nine thirty he was sitting in his desk chair at the agency waiting for the phone to ring.
It did. Robin touched the receiver and picked it up.
“Hello, Mrs. Johnson.”
“Hello, Robin. I got your message to call you today. I was going to call you anyway to thank you for helping me through this awful mess. It’s bad enough to lose your husband, but to have grave robbers dig him up again… Then the most terrible part of all, finding that little girl’s body buried there too. It’s frightening to think a monster like that is preying on our children.
“I heard that you are helping the police to find that maniac.”
“Yes. I have been trying to help them.”
“Oh, don’t be so modest, Robin. The paper says that the mother of the little girl you saved thinks you’re an Angel.”
Great! Now I’ll never have a moment’s peace. It’s bad enough being laughed at for driving a Pacer… Now this.
“In the paper you say?”
“Yes, and do you know what?”
“What, Mrs. Johnson?”
“You are an Angel.”
“No, no, Mr. Oracle. Many are called, but few are chosen. You, sir, were chosen.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Johnson, but…”
“No buts, Robin. You should just accept the fact that you’ve been given wonderful gifts and because you do so much good with them, I think God will forgive us if we think of you as an Angel. Imagine that: Our own Angel, right here in San Diego.”
Robin knew it would be useless to argue with her so he just said, “Thank you, Mrs. Johnson.”
“You’re welcome. Uh… for some reason I can’t remember why I called you. I know it wasn’t just because of that news article…”
“I asked you to call me.”
“That’s right, but why did you ask me to call?”
“It’s a little sticky, but bear with me okay?”
“In addition to finding lost things, I’ve been given the gift of speaking with those people who have passed over.”
“Passed over what?”
She always was a bit thick, “Crossed over into the next plane.”
“I don’t understand. What do airplanes have to do with me?”
“What I mean is that I can, under certain circumstances, speak to the dead.”
Mrs. Johnson went silent.
“Before you think I’m a kook, please hear me out.”
There was a short pause. He could hear her breathing and he could sense her there holding the receiver.
“I’m here. Are you trying to tell me that you’ve talked to my Walter?”
A feeling of relief came over him, “Yes, Mrs. Johnson. He told me to tell you that he loves you, and that there is a special Will buried in the back yard. Actually, it’s the information for contacting his lawyer about the will. He wants you to dig it up.”
“A Will…? Why? We got along quite well money-wise, but we weren’t what you would call rich.”
“You are now. He was really a multimillionaire and you get one-third of his millions.”
“I’m rich? Why didn’t he tell me?”
“The answers to all your questions are buried in your back yard.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“He buried a Mason jar in the back yard. In it is an envelope. Inside the envelope is the name and phone number of his lawyer. Call him and all will be made clear.”
“Are you pulling my leg?”
“No, Ma’am. Just do as I tell you. You need to dig up the jar. Take the shovel from the gardening shack. Go to the doghouse. Behind it, there is a flowerbed. Look for the green cement frog…”
“Wait – I know where the frog is.”
“Okay. Dig under the green frog and you’ll find the jar.”
“You aren’t joking, are you?” She said it as a matter of fact rather than a question.
“No, Ma’am, I would never be as cruel as to attempt a joke when it comes to messages from deceased loved ones. Call the lawyer and tell him about Walter’s passing. The lawyer will tell you the rest.”
“Wait a minute. You said I get one-third. Who gets the other two-thirds?”
That was the one question he didn’t want to answer. Mrs. Johnson was a bit of a nitwit, but he liked her. She had a heart of gold. The last thing he wanted to tell her was that her husband was a bigamist bastard.
“The lawyer can explain much better than I. Now, go dig up your treasure.”
He hung up the phone. She’s going to be pretty broken up when she finds out about ‘her Walter’. Her life will be better with the millions, but money isn’t much comfort for a broken heart.
Malissa got dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen. Nancy was drinking her morning tea. Amanda Potts was hovering nearby.
“Good morning mother,” she said as she kissed her on the head, “You too, Amanda Potts.”
“Hello Malissa,” Amanda Potts said sweetly.
Nancy put her mug down, “Good morning dear. Would you like some breakfast?”
“Yes, please. I’ve got a long day today at school.”
For most of the day Robin’s phone rang off the hook. People heard about the “Angel” in the newspaper, could he come to a dinner or appear on a radio show or the local TV news. Some of them wanted to know what heaven was like. Was God really a man? Could Robin make a pet bird come back to life? Did he do parties? One man accused him of being a Devil because he used psychic abilities. One fanatic tried to save his soul over the phone by quoting Bible verses at him. Then it stopped ringing for ten minutes.
Robin leaned back in his chair and tried to relax. It took some effort to shake off some of the animosity he had felt coming through the phone.
The phone rang again. He touched the receiver for a second or two and then picked it up.