Freedom Fight: Beginnings Series Book 9 Read Online Free PDF

minute is up.”
    “Thanks, Robbie.”
    Arrogantly Robbie nodded, smiled, and moved to the bakery.
    Dean watched him. “My minute was up?” He tossed his hands in the air. “He timed me?”
    ^^^^
    There was something about visiting the bakery that made the stop for Robbie all worthwhile. Not only was the smell really great but so were the samples of the new fudge cookies. Of course Robbie had to worry since Joe was there helping out.
    “It’s about goddamn time.” Joe came from the back. “I’m finished here and I’m moving on.”
    “I wish you would have told me. There were other things I had to do.”
    “Robert, I needed you for something. I have several meetings this afternoon and you’re the key to my preparations.”
    “I know I’m great Dad, but I can’t do . . .”
    “Robert.” Joe shook his head. “Don’t. Anyhow, I know you know where Frank is.”
    “I do. Well, the general vicinity.”
    “Good. I know he needs a little seclusion and alone time with Ellen. I understand that but I need those damn field slash security schedules for my meeting with Cole and I can’t find them. Any chance you can speak to Frank?”
    “Oh yeah. I have to talk to Ellen for Dean. I’ll do that as soon as we’re done.”
    “Good boy.” Joe squeezed Robbie’s arm and walked with him. “Is Frank planning on coming back tonight”
    “Could be.” Robbie nodded. “But you know . . . ow!” Robbie jolted a foot in the air then stepped to his right.
    Little old lady Josephine, white hair pulled tightly up, smiled and winked at Robbie as she passed between him and Joe.
    Robbie rubbed his rear end. “Did you enjoy that, Josephine?”
    She snickered. “Very much,” her fragile voice answered.
    “Tell me, am I still firm enough?” Robbie questioned so seriously.
    “Always.” Josephine smiled and kept moving.
    “Cool.”
    “Robert,” Joe scolded and pulled Robbie with him.
    “What? It’s important to know.”
    Joe merely grumbled and walked from the bakery with Robbie.
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    Dean sat in the ‘Joe park’, the area center town that was set up like a park. He ate a sandwich, and looked solemn and in thought. Henry hated to break that, but Henry had to speak to him, so as soon as Henry spotted Dean, he sped toward him. “Dean.”
    Dean looked up and brushed the crumbs from his hands. “What’s up, Henry?”
    “I have something very important to talk to you about.” Henry sat next to him on the small wall.
    “Sure. What?”
    “Um . . . I need to know if you think . . . If you . . . uh . . . shit.”
    “What?”
    Henry tossed his hands up. “I forgot.”
    “Must have been a lie.”
    “No it wasn’t. Why would you say that?” Henry asked.
    “Henry, didn’t your mother ever tell you when you don’t remember what it is your supposed to tell someone then what you were going to say was a lie?”
    “No. Did your mother tell you that?”
    “Yes.”
    “Oh, Dean, that’s terrible. Your mother shouldn’t have told you that. Imagine the complex you’ve carried around your whole entire life every time you forgot what you were going to tell someone.”
    “Imagine.” Dean rolled his eyes.
    “Anyhow, if I remember, I’ll stop by and ask you, but I’m sure it wasn’t a lie. Right now I have this overwhelming sensation that I’m forgetting something.”
    “You are,” Dean said. “It’s what you had to ask me.”
    “Nah, it’s something else. Geez, what is wrong with my memory today? I know what it is. It’s the Frank kidnapping Ellen thing.”
    Dean shook his head with a smile, raised his head and peered out.
    Henry noticed the smile dropped. “What’s wrong?” Henry gazed out to where Dean looked. “Oh, I’m out of here. Bye.”
    Bev walked near them, waving her hand high and smiling.
    Dean grabbed Henry’s arm as he stood. “You aren’t going anywhere. Sit.”
    “Oh no, Dean, I can’t.”
    “Face your sins, Henry. Besides, I like watching you squirm.”
    Bev smiled an innocent