FAMILY TIES

BY: ROSE CARR

CHAPTER THREE

“Quiet!” Fontenot roared. “Let him speak!”

But the leader’s words were lost as the crowd surged forward. An egg spattered against Montreal’s tunic. “Filthy swine!” Screamed an old woman.

The flying objects grew harder, more dangerous. A rock struck Javert on the arm with enough force to bruise. He flinched, realized that Fontenot was still yelling for the crowd to quiet down, and knew the FREECOMS leader had lost control of the mob, for a mob it now was.

Security officers moved in. Javert was shoved, hit hard in the back. He turned and grappled with his attacker and with a quick thrust, he shoved the man aside.

As the mob surged, shrieking and yelling, the big detective and Fontenot were shoved almost into each other’s arms. Javert struggled to free himself, felt the leader flail at him, whether out of fear or anger, he couldn’t tell. It no longer mattered. Javert’s fist shot up, steely-hard against the big man’s jaw___ Fontenot sagged to the ground grabbing for his shoulders as he fell to his knees. Half-supporting the large man, his breath burning in his throat, Javert gasped and staggered at what he felt from the sagging Fontenot. For while Javert was known for his skeptical and analytical mind, few people knew he was also very perceptive and it was this keen insightful gift that allowed him read his adversaries and made him the great detective that he was. Javert felt Fontenot start to shake under his grip, his eyes wild and it gave him a glimpse of the man’s emotional state…and it stunned him. Fontenot was terrified. Javert realized in that instant that the FREECOMS leader was not the strong willed man he pretended to be…someone else was directing him. For all his macho posturing, this situation had gone beyond anything the ‘leader’ had envisioned and he was petrified.

to be continued....

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