The Devil Wore A Brown Suit

The knock continues. “Damn,” Sam says as he gets up off the couch. “Can I just be alone?” Sam walks to the door, grabs the knob, and opens the door. 

“Sam.” A soft sweet voice speaks as he opens the door. “It’s me. I’m here for you.”

Sam stands in the door. He can’t believe his eyes. It’s Mrs. Bee. “Mrs. Bee,” he says as he grabs her. He pulls her into the office and holds on to her. “How did you know I needed you?” he asks.

“Well, Sam. I just knew you needed me. I just knew. Can I sit? It was a long ride, and I am tired.” She says. 

 Sam points to the couch. “Have a seat, Mrs. Bee.” Sam sits down across from her. Mrs. Bee looked much older than the last time he saw her. She cooked for him and his children almost every night when they lived in New Orleans.

          Mrs. Bee was a mother to him and the children. She was heartbroken when he left. She knew he had no choice.  The decision was made for him.

 She had warned Sam not to listen to Labith. She knew she would not help him. Labith set things in motion for her benefit. Mrs. Bee saw right through her, but Sam thought he could save Camilla, so he had to try. 

“Sam, I heard that Camilla was with the chosen ones. Is it true?” she asks.

nodded. “Don’t ask about the twins. I can’t go into that right now. I just can’t deal with it today or any day.” He responds

they would be safe. I thought Labith was helping me. She didn’t. You were so right about

you so. I am here because Perdition is in New Orleans. I saw her.” Mrs. Bee tells him. “Listen to me Sam, Chaos has her under some kind of spell. She is

her the stone that contained her memories. We think he manipulated it for

“She has those twins with her. Mayhem might be interested to know

you told anyone?” Sam

tell him. Whatever Chaos is planning, he is in no hurry. His guard is down. Mayhem could get

know how powerful she is.” Mrs. Bee hands him the slip of paper and stands up. “Sam, I got to go. I need to

don’t do anything stupid.” She grabs

has a seat. “Listen to me. Do not fly out the door. That lady was Mrs. Bee. I stayed with her

sits at the bar. He says nothing for

to do?” he finally asks. “Well, I think we should go get them, but we are not going half-ass. We need to have

agree.” KoKo joins the conversation. “Can any of the