Snooper Heroes


Studying the picture in the newspaper, Charlie Chief thought, this could be the break they’d been hoping for.

Sunlight filtered through the Low-E glass windows and pale-blue curtains.  A painting of woods and water from Charlie’s North Woods and Native American origin hung on the wall in the living room of the Victorian in Woodstock, Illinois.  Framed photographs of his and his son’s fiancée graced the top of the mahogany hutch.

Charlie leaned forward on his recliner and rested his hands on the teak coffee table.  “Look at this photo in the newspaper, Jimmy.”  He didn’t give a hint as to his reason for asking.

After stretching, Jimmy got up from the leather recliner and peered over his father’s shoulder at the picture.  “Why would Pat Strom have his picture in the newspaper?”

A robust man in his mid-twenties, Jimmy always seemed to have a smile lingering just behind his rugged features.  Except for streaks of gray in Charlie’s black hair and a few wrinkles in his bronze complexion, he and Jimmy could have been brothers.

Handing Jimmy the paper, Charlie said, “That’s not Pat, but he sure is a dead ringer for him.  That’s an art expert, Gene Ness…”





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