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Protecting His
Wolfe
Book One of the Pigg Agency Series

written
by Melissa Keir

 

 

 

 

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Dedication:

To
my readers, I couldn’t be here without you.

To
Mark, I couldn’t survive without you.

 

 

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Prologue

 

“Do you swear to tell the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?” The bailiff stated.

“I do.” The small blonde with the
lavender eyes said in tight voice. With those two small words, Betsie Wolfe’s
world changed forever.

Doing the right thing had never felt
so scary.
 
When Betsie learned about the
illegal activities that her boss was involved in, she had to call the
police.
 
It turns out that the police had
been watching him all along.
 
And now,
she was sitting in the federal courtroom as a witness in the trial against her boss
for money laundering, drug trafficking, and murder.

Looking out at his face at the
defense table, she never thought wickedness could have such an ordinary
face.
 
It frightened her each time she
saw the murderous look in his gaze.
 
Then
she caught the eye of the police detective sitting in the second row and knew
that she had the strength to go into detail about what she heard and saw.

This wasn’t what the small town girl
expected when she got a job with Anderson Trucking as a secretary but then,
Betsie was naïve and still believed in the Tooth Fairy.
 
She didn’t see the malevolence in the world
around her.

 

Chapter One

 

Betsie Wolfe was raised in a tiny
town along the wine fields on the shores of Northern Ohio.
 
Her town was so small that if she was picked
up for speeding in her town, her parents knew about it before she even got
home. Growing up as the daughter of a local minster didn’t help either.

During high school, Betsie was the
quiet studious type who was known for her grades and not her looks.
 
It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty; she just didn’t
stand out enough. Boys would rather pay attention to the cheerleader beauties
or the socially outgoing girls. Betsie liked to blend into the background.

After taking typing classes at the
local community college, Betsie decided to leave her small town and experience
life in a bigger city. She needed to see what life was like away from the
quiet, peaceful wine fields of Ohio. Packing her bags, she headed south towards
Columbus and landed a job with Anderson Trucking in their office on Madison
Street.

****

Being new to the secretarial pool,
Betsie was quick to learn the ropes from the veteran secretary and manager of
the secretarial pool, Miss Hildebrand.
 
Built like a small pit bull, with silver hair pulled tightly in a bun,
Miss Hildebrand ran the secretarial pool like a military campaign. While the
secretaries laughed at Miss Hildebrand behind her back, no one dared to
contradict her to her face.

Everyone had their jobs and each
person pulled their weight or was quickly let go. No one was silly or overly social
around Miss Hildebrand. In order to get on Miss Hildebrand’s good side, Betsie
worked harder than any of the other girls. She would often work during her
lunch hour or stay after work to finish up some filing. It was during one of
those late nights that her world became a perilous situation.

****

It was a late October evening. Everyone
else in the office had gone home, but there wasn’t anyone waiting at home for
Betsie, so she decided to get the last of the filing done first, hoping to earn
some bonus points from Miss Hildebrand. While sitting at her desk in the
secretarial area she overheard a conversation between her boss, Mr. Anderson
and another man.

“Do you have the stuff, you know the
drugs?”

“Yes I do but they are hidden until
you pay me twice the amount we agreed upon.”

“That’s not the way to do business.
We agreed on a fee. I did the loading and driving. I had all the risk.”

“But it’s my company and my name on
those trucks that’s taking the biggest risk if we get caught, moving your drugs.
So the amount is double.”

“I don’t have the money now. You
should know, you write my paycheck. You’ll pay for lying to me!”

“Don’t threaten me. You won’t like it
when I’m threatened. Find a way to get that money by Tuesday or I’m selling
them to another customer.”

Quietly the men left the area and Betsie
couldn’t hear them anymore. She wasn’t quite sure if she had heard the whole
conversation correctly.
Could the men
have been talking about something other than drugs? Wasn’t it illegal to ship
drugs across the US border? Maybe it wasn’t her boss. After all, she didn’t
actually see the people talking.

Keeping her mouth quiet in fear,
Betsie hid under her desk for two hours and then snuck out the door, hoping
that no one had noticed her. Keeping her eyes alert, each sound that she heard
made her jump. Even though she never saw anything on the dark walk home, her
heart was going off like an alarm clock. Locking each of her three locks on the
door, made Betsie feel a tiny bit safer, but it wasn’t until she climbed into
bed and pushed the largest knife from the kitchen under her mattress that she
fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Two

 

For two weeks, nothing unusual happened
in Betsie’s life. She was beginning to doubt that she even heard what she
thought she heard. She certainly didn’t trust her safety by staying late
anymore, and was often the first to leave the building when her shift ended. Miss
Hildebrand began to notice.

“Miss Wolfe, you aren’t putting forth
an effort anymore. This is not the way to get ahead at Anderson Trucking. I had
such high hopes for you, even sharing with Mr. Anderson about your work ethic.
Now, I am disappointed and you don’t want to disappoint me.” Miss Hildebrand
spoke in a somber tone.

“I’m sorry Miss Hildebrand. I’ve been
taking care of my neighbor’s dog,” crossing her fingers behind her back to
negate her fib and hoping that her dad would forgive this small little lie. “I
had to get home to make sure he went out.”

Miss Hildebrand’s eyes squinted with
doubt. “Just make sure to do better or else…”

The secretaries were worse. “Who are
you dating?” “Do you have another job?” They all demanded an answer for
Betsie’s sudden change in job performance.

Deciding to give into the pressure,
Betsie stayed late again that night.
 
Sitting
at her desk, she tried to get her work done but her mind continued to race back
to the night that she heard the threatening drug deal, making her stomach
clench.

As the rest of the secretaries left,
night crept into the building. The hum of the florescent lights became more
noticeable and the temperature in the office dropped with the loss of body
heat. Worried and waiting for something to happen, Betsie couldn’t keep her
mind on her work. She filed the Hilman contract under the letter ‘T’ and
managed to snag her pantyhose on the filing drawer.

Finally fed up with the tension, she
left her desk, shut down the lights in the office, and locked the door. With
her small clutch purse in one hand, she started the lonely walk to her
apartment, six blocks over from the employee parking garage.
Someday, I’ll have enough money for a car of
my own.
She thought with envy.
Maybe something in a green color but with good gas mileage.

So focused on the noises around her,
Betsie tripped over a patch of broken concrete and went sprawling on the floor,
her purse hit the concrete and one lipstick tube rolled across the garage floor.
Crawling on her hands and knees, Betsie yelled at herself in her head for her
accident.
Oh no.
 
Isn’t that my luck! Everything has gone wrong
today! Where is my purse?
 
What fell out?

Suddenly a car appeared around the
back of the garage and screeches to a halt. The sounds of yelling and gunfire
erupted in the silence of the parking garage. Diving flat on the ground, Betsie
begins to say all the prayers she remembered from the past twenty-three years
of Catholic Mass. As a body crashed to the ground, the black sports car with
the silver trim drove away.

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