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Coming Full
Circle
Epilogue
by Tami
Washington, D.C., Seeley Booth’s Apartment a few days later
Seeley was feeling pretty good when he woke up this morning. Rebecca finally relented and let him keep Parker for the whole weekend. Though, he had to have the boy home by 8 p.m. on Sunday night so that he was in bed for some big day she had planned Monday. It was Saturday and that seemed a long time away.
He dressed in a pair of sweats that he always wore when he had Parker in the apartment. It didn’t seem right to wear boxers around his son. He poured himself a cup of coffee and grabbed the mail from the floor where it dropped from the mail slot in the door. He took a drink of coffee as he glanced at the return address on the first envelope. Junk mail.
He set his cup on the counter and leaned against it as he sifted through the mail. Just then, a Las Vegas address caught his eye.
FROM: ANGEL INVESTIGATIONS, REDUX
1900 E DESERT INN RD
LAS VEGAS, NV 89169
TO: SEELEY BOOTH
1228 MISSOURI AVE. APT. 3C
WASHINGTON, DC 20008
Seeley looked it over. It was a thin white square style envelope. He turned it over again and saw the postal date of this past Wednesday, the day after he left Vegas. Why was Angel sending him something now?
Curiosity made him break the seal and open the envelope. He pulled out a thrice-folded piece of legal pad paper.
Dear Seeley,
I hope that you made it home without any problems. Spike tells me that you gave him a going-away memory at the airport that he won’t soon forget. It’s nice to know that someone can push his buttons like he does mine.
Drusilla told me that she was going to stay with us, but I don’t know for how long this time. We’ll see what happens there. I think she’s tried on every dress you bought her. You left the receipts in the bags, and I’ve tallied up the cost.
Hopefully the post office hasn’t damaged the envelope when this gets to you. Please find an enclosed check for the amount I owe you and then some. I know what you’re thinking and don’t. It’s the least I can do for dragging you out here and giving you nightmares of things that go bump in the night. Spend it on that boy of yours if you have a mind to. Just don’t let his mother know.
And since Spike “accidentally” broke my cell phone, I got a new one. The number is: 702-753-9905. If you ask me, he did it on purpose.
Spike: “Only cause the ponce took away the telly!”
Get out of my letter, Spike!
Anyway, keep in touch.
Angel
Seeley took another drink of coffee and looked at the check: $3,000.00. The amount made him choke and the hot liquid scalded his throat as it went down the wrong way. He could do a lot for Parker with that amount. He looked at the back of the check and raised it up to the light. Sure enough, there was the watermark on the back to certify that the check was real. He smiled. Angel just gave his kid an early Christmas present or a start to a college fund. He’d deposit the check on Monday.
He set the check and letter aside when he heard noises coming from his son’s room and went to check on him, calling out, “Hey, Parker, what do you want to do today?”
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