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FOLLOW THE LEADER - Chapter 12

Chapter 12 It was 9pm when Jason Powers drove his old Rover off the fire trail and onto Highway 101, just south of Petaluma.   Rainbow, the young woman to his right, was wearing her Snoopy cap again. He had asked her not to, but she had forgotten.   It trivialized everything he was doing. He nicknamed her “Rainbow” for good reason, he remembered now. Unlike Peewee and Sheena’s sullen masks, Rainbow’s face was open. In fact she seemed to wear a perpetual smile. Even when things weren’t going well.   He gave a sidelong glance. She caught it and smiled.   He could not see her age lines in the dark.   She was thirty something, by far the oldest of his followers. Looking back now, he had trusted her too much because of that. Big mistake. He glanced into the mirror and saw Peewee’s small steely eyes. That morning when she had squinted in bright sunlight, they reminded him of a Pit Bull’s. Peewee wore her Raider’s cap backward whenever she left camp. The other girls did this as well,

FOLLOW THE LEADER - Chapter 11

FOLLOW THE LEADER - Chapter 10

Chapter 10 On my way home I walked back the same way . I was still stoked from seeing Linda. She obviously did care for me, even though she had stopped writing to me after she married Colin.          On the other hand, my relationship with Colin was weird and unsettling.   Starting with the trafficking case, he used me like an unpaid informer. I helped him find the bad guys, then he rushed in and made the pinch, himself. Since I worked undercover, I got no credit. Which was fine with me. Chief Howell and the feds knew me. A good word from them meant more than seeing my name and picture in The Chronicle . I opened my rickety gate and got out my pocket flashlight to negotiate the winding, overgrown walkway.   I never left my porch light on. Nor did I light the path with solar powered lanterns. Under the radar meant under the radar, as far as I was concerned. Half way up the path I heard a squeak. It was a hundred year-old-wooden farmhouse, and here in the Bay Area, there we