by John Cargile

Created on: October 26, 2008   Last Updated: October 28, 2008

An excerpt from my new novel, The Cry of the Cuckoos, to be published by Eloquent Books.

"The meeting is all set up," Agent Evans told him the next morning. "I've set it up where you can meet with Mack Tucker as long as you wish. You've got to be at the federal prison at noon today. You'll go through a normal routine like any other person. Stay calm. You are Uncle Mack's nephew for all intentional purposes." Donald understood. He knew Evans could pull off the meeting with the prison warden. The FBI and Homeland Security took precedence in federal cases involving their inmates. Donald wrestled with every idea imaginable concerning the questioning of his great uncle. He hoped one question would ignite his uncle into spilling the beans about his father's business, his death and where the poison could be found. He knew he was stepping out of bounds a little by questioning him about the poison. That was a federal prosecutors' question to ask. He decided only to talk to Uncle Mack about family matters. Appeal to family. "What brings you here?" Mack asked, sitting behind a glass window, scratched and dirty. His orange prison uniform looked pressed and clean. His face was freshly shaved. They spoke through a microphone. The guards kept handcuffs on his uncle and had secured the entrance door. "I'm here on family business, Uncle Mack." "Family business, huh. Since when were you interested in family business? All you've been interested in is newspaper reporting. You know it is the media which has caused the breakdown in our American way of life. Y'all are part of the problem." "Well, I am not here to discuss the pros and cons of media bias. I am only here as your great nephew to find out more about my dad and my biological mother in Texas." "You want to throw a pity-party for yourself. Is that what this is all about? Some psycho-babbling doctor is trying to help you find your self?" "That's not it at all. Not it at all," Donald said tersely. "You're just as liberal as those Washington politicians. We had a good thing going with the Society of Southron Patriots and now it is in a mess. I've got to go before a grand jury and spill my guts to save my ass. I guess you can call that being between a dick in the mouth or one in the asshole. Don't matter. One feels as good as the other." His uncle made him sick to his stomach. He felt the muscles inside tighten. He wanted to smash in his face, make him hurt and suffer. His uncle had preyed on American society too long and he

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