The Morrow Family Saga, Book Three: Laughing, Chapter Five

Michael laid in bed beside his wife. the next few weeks would see the end to the innocence his family had known. Although he had planned the trip to New York City as a treat for the girls, he knew that the trip to DC was not a trip he relished. the senate committee was now taking depositions pertaining to the French family and their business dealings. frank and the others had probably already gone before the committee. Or maybe they were still going. He didn’t know.

He’d spent the last year and a half going before the state legislature and tax commission giving the same depositions. He didn’t exactly fond doing it again in DC all that inviting. It meant hours of being away from his family, whereas here in Des Moines, he had been able to do everything during the work day while his girls were in school. He hated being away from his daughters.

But business was business, and he had to get this ugliness done and over with. Toffer had to be stopped. People like Toffer needed to be stopped. This whole red scare business had to stop. All of it had gone on quite long enough.

At least the depositions in DC wouldn’t be over that. It would be over Toffer and French Industries. Still. He really didn’t want to do it. But just because he didn’t want to didn’t mean it didn’t need to be done.

He sighed. It would be nice just to get it done and over with. He closed his eyes and pulled his wife gently to him. She instinctively pulled his arm around her. He smiled .


Tom rarely slept anymore. The case ate away at his days and nights as he searched for the one piece of key evidence that would seal the doom of French Industries. There was more than enough evidence to put Toffer and the boy away for several lifetimes, that wasn’t a problem. But as far as the company was concerned, all he could find was evidence that it had been mismanaged. Nothing else.

But he still had the raw materials inventory to go through, not to mention the milling reports. Those would take weeks to search through. Maybe he could get a detail  to help search through them. He had to do something. His wife was patient with him, but even she had a limit.

And the department didn’t want to deal with her if she were to lose all patience. No one did. He could see Eddy running for his life at the very sight of the angry woman. Not even he wanted to deal with her.

He chuckled. The thought of Eddy hiding under a desk waiting for Sandy to leave was quite something. He could see his boss cringing at her every footstep. He stifled his urge to burst into laughter.

It would serve the little toad right. Tom closed his eyes. If only he had time to sleep. If only…

All went dark. Sandy woke long enough to settle him into a laying position and cover him, then laid back down next to him. She only hoped he could rest. Sleeping was one thing, rest was another. One could sleep without getting any rest, and rest without sleeping. But her Tom needed both.


Toffer laid in bed, alone. For the first time in his life, he had no one left to abuse. His wife had disappeared over a year ago, leaving behind rumors that he had killed her. He knew better than that. She had been very much alive when she left.

He should have cared, but he didn’t. Not anymore. Not since he lost all his power. Not since he lost French Industries.

Life was no longer worth living after he lost the company. He couldn’t buy anyone. Hell. Toby was now on his own when it came to getting out of trouble. He could no longer brine the police or the sheriff. He couldn’t even bail his boy out or pay the court costs anymore.

As far as the company was concerned, he was nothing but a figurehead. Someone who was boss in name only. He held no real power, no real control.

But his son had no clue. Apparently, the boy didn’t care. Toby continued to get into trouble no matter what. He continued to do what he had been taught was admissible. Not legal, but admissible.

Toffer was now ashamed of what he had taught the boy. But he had used money and power as excuses for bad behavior. And Toby had learned well from him, just as he had learned well from his own father. It had been what the men in the family did. They used and abused others. Women. Young girls. Men. Young boys.

Not in the same way, mind you, but they abused nonetheless. It was like second nature. It had been bred into them. Four generations had gotten away with unabated greed and illegal activities. Hell. One of his forefathers was even rumored to be a pimp.

No matter. The family’s glory days were over. He’d borrowed one too many times from the Mob and now they owned his company….they owned him. How he had fallen. With only months left before the state and federal governments indicted him on who knew how many crimes, he had no idea how long the Mob would allow him to live.

It was ironic, his deals with the Mob. He had to go to Chicago in order to find a boss willing to loan him money. The Chicago Mob had a reputation of being worse than the New York, but that was mostly hearsay. He didn’t really want to find out.

One really couldn’t believe the stories going around anyway. Except when it came to Tobias,  his son. Toby was every bit the nightmare he was rumored to be. Toffer wondered what the Mob would do with Toby if he got out of hand. Did he really want to know?