progress.
He kept himself busy during the afternoon by updating his books and getting checks written for bills. Before he knew it, time had rolled by and he found himself hurrying to get out of the office to meet Kevin.
Hawkman pulled into the parking lot at Morning Glory Haven and spotted his colleague, arms folded across his chest, leaning against his pickup. He parked nearby and strolled over.
"Are you ready for this exciting venture?” Hawkman asked.
Kevin guffawed. The two men entered the lobby of the building. Hawkman pointed out the living room and the recreation room with juke box. He led Kevin to the elevator, then down the second floor hallway to Maggie's door where he knocked lightly.
George invited them in and pulled up a couple of extra chairs. “Have a seat and we'll get this meeting under way."
Maggie soon came out of the bedroom, scooting the walker. Her fancy white pant suit decorated with sequins down the front, around the cuffs on both arms and legs, gave the appearance of an attire one would wear to the opera. Even her white flat heeled shoes had rhinestones embedded around the toes in a unique pattern. She gave a sparkling smile as Hawkman introduced Kevin. “My goodness, what a handsome young man. I don't think I'll mind being looked after by you two, for sure."
"Thank you, ma'am. You're not so bad yourself,” Kevin said.
George laughed. “Don't pay a bit of attention to her. She loves to flirt and is full of baloney."
Hawkman turned toward George. “Did you have a meeting with management?"
"Yes, I talked with the Executive Director, Mr. Robert Mackle, who in turn put in a call to the owner. Not wanting him to feel we were putting the home under scrutiny, I did as you suggested, and told him Maggie and I had received threatening phone calls, so I'd hired you to watch over my wife. At first, they were a bit anxious, but I think I satisfied their concerns by telling them I couldn't be here all day, and didn't want her left unguarded.
"Great. Will they notify the staff to cooperate with us?"
George nodded. “Mr. Mackle asked if you and your assistant could drop by their weekly staff meeting this evening.” He glanced at his watch. “In fact, they might be gathering right now. He wants to introduce you, so his people won't wonder where the strange men came from. I told him you'd be there."
"Good,” Hawkman said. “Did they put any restrictions on us?"
"A couple. They asked you not to wear uniforms or carry a weapon. He felt if the residents saw men with guns, it would make them nervous."
"The no uniform request is fine, but we're licensed to carry our firearms and there might be a need for them. They'll be concealed, so it shouldn't cause any problems."
"If you desire, you can explain the situation to Mr. Mackle, as I know you don't go without yours,” George said, winking.
Hawkman pushed his hat back with his index finger. “What he doesn't know won't hurt him."
About that time, a soft knock sounded. The woman Hawkman had seen downstairs, stood at the door. “Mr. Hampton, may I talk to you a moment, please."
He excused himself and conversed with her for a few moments, then turned toward the men. “Would you guys please come with me?"
Hawkman, Kevin, and George followed the woman to the elevator, then down a long hallway on the main floor to the end where they turned into a room with a sign on the door, which read, ‘Conference'.
All heads turned toward the two men. Expressions were wary and some even appeared frightened.
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CHAPTER SIX
Mr. Mackle introduced George Hampton as Maggie's spouse, then turned the meeting over to him. George in turn explained the story he and Hawkman had concocted, then presented Tom Casey, the private detective he'd hired to keep an eye on his wife. Hawkman brought Kevin to the front and told how he, himself, or George would always be with Maggie.
"Until we get acquainted with the staff, we'll stop anyone from