165 - Hein
*This is Hein. He’s a .44 Glock, fully loaded he weighs just over 16 pounds. Yes, he is currently fully loaded with 10 Mini-Mag 40 grain 22 long rifle bullets. Each bullet travels between 900 and a thousand feet per second. There are seven no trespassing signs, and just as many explicit no solicitation signs. Each of these signs is approximately 144 square inches as required by state law. I am now also issuing you a verbal warning as required by state law to get off my property. If I have to call 911, it will be for the ambulance and not the cops. Mrs. Smith, I advise that you get the fuck off my property and never return. – Sid*
Camille laughed at her mother. She had seen Sid introduce Hein to people before. The introduction usually started with Sid cocking the gun and aiming it between the eyes of the person that Sid was introducing the gun to. Her mother would then give the specs of the gun including weight and how many bullets it held, and their specs. She would usually give the speed of the bullets when they are fired.
Massachusetts state law required that there be clear signage of 144 square inches. For those who did not know, that was one square foot. If Sid liked you, she might tell you this. However, if she was introducing you to Hein, she did not like you.
Sid went overboard with the signs. She knew it and she did not care. There were two on the back fence, one on each side of the house, one by the front door, one on the garage door and one at the end of the driveway. Beneath each of these signs was another declaring no solicitation.
At one point, Sid could recite the statute and subsection to you. Camille was not sure if she could still do that or not. Suddenly she found herself wondering if she still remembered it. Chapter 120 section 266. Or was it the other way around?
Stopped at a light just outside the school zone, she quickly googled it. It was the other way around. Chapter 266 section 120. Sounded like this was something that she might need to know when they moved back up there.
“The brothers are by the front door now,” Sid told her daughter.
“In the case?”
“Well, yeah. I’ve been keeping Gadget in the afternoons,” Sid said, and Camille could practically hear the eyeroll that her mother was doing. “I’m not going to have the brothers where she can get them.”
Hein had two bigger brothers. Friedrich and Lars. Friedrich was a 308-bolt action rifle. While Lars was a 12-gauge pump action shotgun. Each of the three brothers made very distinct sounds when they were primed.
Her mother was an expert shot with each of them. Trigg could still qualify as a sharpshooter. All nine of their kids could shoot each of them well. As could most of their grandchildren.
A gun case was built into the wall by the front door that was only accessible to those whose fingerprints were programmed into the lock. The rest of Trigg’s gun collection was kept in a walk-in vault in the basement. This included the muskets that were used for late season hunting when it was primitive guns only.
They spoke for a few more minutes and then Misty showed up to get her oldest. Camille meant to ask her mom why she was keeping Gadget, but Sid had to get her calculator back from the adorable little girl. Mitch bounded into the Jeep and squealed when he saw the iced coffee.
“Moeder, this is great!” he leaned over and kissed her cheek.
“Seatbelt,” she reminded him even though he was already in the process of putting it on. They talked about his day and that rehearsals were ramping up next week to five days a week. His teacher had also scheduled two stage workshops for the next two Saturdays.
“Do you think Darkness will help build the stage?” Mitch asked and it killed her how he was scared to ask. Still.
“I’m not going to commit him to it,” she advised, “but I’m sure that he will. You just need to ask. He’s working with Zydeco today but should be home in just a few hours.”
They pulled into the driveway and Camille smirked at the no trespassing and no solicitation signs that her mother had sent when they first moved into the house. The ones that she had sent for the other house remained there. Sid had a thing about people being on her property when they should not be.
“I’ve got some work I’ve got to do upstairs,” she said as they walked into the house. “Will you get the Italian sausage out of the freezer?”
“Yeah. Can I have a yogurt? Never mind, you don’t care.”
“Sure as hell don’t,” she laughed on her way up to the third-floor office. “Put Tink out back.”
Closing the door as she entered the home office, her phone started to ring. The picture Colton and Vin with MIT’s Tim the Beaver on the screen declared it was Vin. Answering the call, she sat down with her iced decaf coffee and grabbed a bottle of water out of her small fridge.
“Are Nicki or Mitch around?” Vin asked.
“Nicki is at band practice and Mitch is outside with Tink. I’m upstairs in my office and Darkness is not home yet.”
She heard him sigh in relief just before the bike roared to life. The click of the visor filtered out the sound of the V-twin engine. Not knowing the details of what had happened, she gave him all the time that he needed to gather himself and his thoughts. The silence on the line also allowed him to navigate his way out of traffic there on campus and towards Oma’s house.
Putting her phone on speaker, she started to set up her desk to work on today’s clients and websites.
“Dominique showed up at school yesterday,” he eventually said, and she gave a noncommittal sound in response. “She came back today and caught me after English.”
“What happened?”
“She’s filed to get custody of Nicki, and she wants me to help her with that bullshit.”
“I need you to call Celt and let him know.”
“I had lunch with Judge and Bam Bam is coming over to the house tonight.”
“Good. She showed up at Oma’s earlier today, but Oma took care of it.”
Vin chuckled on the phone, “Honestly, that worries me.”
“It shouldn’t. Oma knows the law and exactly what she can and cannot do and what she must do.”
“Why does Oma know so much about the law?”
Camille chuckled, “She has OCD, and her focus is the legalities of everything. Knowing all the laws makes her feel more comfortable and more in control. Think of it as her superpower.”
He chuckled again, “I can accept that.”
“It’s going to be okay,” she assured him. “If nothing else works, we’ll go talk to Dom.”
“That woman scares me.”
“She would love to hear that,” Camille smiled at the thought.
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