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Where are our Children: A Novel
By Gary Sapp
Copyright 2016 Gary Sapp
Table of Contents
Episode 1 411
Prologue: The Dying Man
Chapter One
Louis
Serena
Thomas
Chapter Two
Angel
Seth
Chapter Three
Chris
Xavier
Angel
Chris
Episode 2: Deliverance
Chapter Four
Roxanne
Thomas
Serena
Chapter Five
Xavier
Serena
Xavier
Angel
Chapter Six
Thomas
Chris
Louis
Episode 3 Rapture
Chapter Seven
Chris
Roxanne
Xavier
Chapter Eight
Louis
Roxanne
Angel
Roxanne
Chapter Nine
Seth
Chris
Louis
Episode 4 Past Prologue
Chapter Ten
Thomas
Xavier
Thomas
Chapter Eleven
Chris
Roxanne
Angel
Seth
Chapter Twelve
Chris
Xavier
Seth
Episode 5 Zero Hour
Chapter Thirteen
Louis
Chapter Fourteen
Thomas
Chris
Roxanne
Chapter Fifteen
Xavier
Serena
Angel
Chapter Sixteen
Seth
Thomas
Chris
Episode 6 Betrayal
Chapter Seventeen
Seth
Angel
Chapter Eighteen
Chris
Xavier
Serena
Chris
Chapter Nineteen
Roxanne
Louis
Thomas
Seth
Episode 7 Scar
Chapter Twenty
Serena
Seth
Thomas
Chris
Chapter Twenty One
Angel
Louis
Chapter Twenty Two
Roxanne
Chris
Serena
Seth
Episode 8 Tempest Rising
Chapter Twenty Three
Chris
Chapter Twenty Four
Angel
Chris
Hugh
Serena
Chapter Twenty Five
Thomas
Angel
Roxanne
Chapter Twenty Six
Serena
Thomas
Episode 9 Whirlwind
Chapter Twenty Seven
Angel
Chris
Thomas
Chapter Twenty Eight
Angel
Roxanne
Angel
Chris
Chapter Twenty Nine
Angel
Seth
Epilogue: Another Dying Man
Dedication
Nest Egg Publishing Note
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Episode 1: 411
Prologue: The Dying Man
The Dying Man told fellow inmate Xavier Prince and his other three assailants, he knew who murdered the first black president.
More importantly he knew how, the real reason, not the one that the one that had been manufactured for the entire world to see.
He told them that Serena Tennyson and her Pandora associates had hoped that Adolphus Sweet’s demise would accelerate the dissolution between the two most influential races in this country forever.
He’d told them while South Georgia’s early afternoon March sunlight glistened through the prison bars of Calhoun State Prison behind all of the inmates into the otherwise cold corridor.
He’d told them through gasp of stolen breaths from his broken ribs and blood gushing through his mouth and nose, thanks in no small part to Xavier’s muscle that had accompanied him.
He spat out a mouthful of bruised blood. And then he told them that a further escalation of this dissolution was coming.
And soon.
Yet, the dying man was no fool. He had no loyalty to Serena or her cause, so he’d spill his beans about the when and the where…for a price.
Xavier Prince slid his toothpick with his tongue from one side of his mouth to the other, stole a quick glance at the cracked face of the clock striking 12:30 on the molded wall…tic…tock…tic…tock, and shook his head once then again, no deal.
Xavier Prince:
He was an undersized black man in his early 40’s whose reputation and presence, The Dying Man thought, almost seemed to cast the shadow of a much larger man behind him. He was the tone of charred charcoal; he wore his hair cropped short and his sideburns thick around his ears. He had a drunkards eyes and nicotine stains on his teeth. His reputation had preceded him that he was as a man of few words, even now, though when he had choose to speak his voice resonated smooth, silky, like a sweet ballad. Every one of his movements seemed measured or calculated, and he pimped more than he walked.
He said, “Once, someone very dear to me said that beams of sunlight radiating throughout small pockets of space like in this room were like the eyes of God piercing through. And that the guilty shied away from this light for fear of His judgment raining upon them.”
So when Michael Davenport, The Dying Man failed to accept Xavier’s offer of life in exchange for his information, the leader of A House in Chains ordered the other man silenced forever.
The largest of his executioners, with biceps the size of barbells unsheathed a machete and got on with the business of dislodging The Dying Man’s sorry head from the remainder of his body.
Fear of his end coming…or perhaps something as simple as sheer curiosity caused The Dying man to use the final seconds of his life to watch Xavier Prince instead of the machete’s edge swinging to greet him.
Tic.
Once, someone very dear to Xavier said that beams of sunlight radiating throughout small pockets of space like in this room were like the eyes of God piercing through. And that the guilty shy away from this light for fear of His judgment raining on them.
Tock.
At the instant that the machete’s blade severed Davenport’s curiosity—and his head—he watched Xavier Prince step backwards into the light and let God’s judgment rain upon him.