"Call him."
Scott picked up the phone
without thinking twice and dialed his home number, number by number, slowly, so that his nervousness and the tremors of his fingers didn't keep the call from going through. Noah was taking a shower to go spend some time with Dean now that Scott had agreed to give him the day off. With every ring, Scott became more desperate and instantly shed tears. "Keep waiting," said Maury. "Someone's going to answer."
Geisha answered the phone in Noah's room. "Hello, Mr. Spears. How are you doing so far without the other Mr. Spears?"
"I'm doing terrible without him, Geisha, because I had a terrible dream with him and I don't know where the hell he is!" screamed Scott.
Geisha placed her hand on her chest as her heart pounded and said, "Well, that dream is not real or it means something else because Mr. Spears is here, taking a shower, as we speak."
Noah got out of the shower and took the towel and wrapped it around his lower body and walked out of the bathroom. As he dried his face with another towel, he listened to Geisha and Scott's conversation.
"Oh, I'm glad it's someone else that's going to get killed and came in the dream with my son's face. Still, I want to talk to him, just to make sure."
Geisha just gave the phone to Noah and stepped out of the room to give him some privacy. "Dad?"
"Oh, son!" Scott screamed. "My beloved son, I'd die if I lost you or Junior."
Noah scoffed, smiled and said, "Daddy, what are you talking about? You're not going to lose either one of us. What's up with this dream that you had of me getting killed?"
"Don't worry about it," said Scott and gave a hard swallow. "I just talked to you because the circumstances in which you got killed just now are totally different from what's really happening. Just take care, all right, and take bodyguards wherever you go if you don't want me to keep you prisoner in here or in your own house."
Noah gasped and said, "Wow! All right. I'll hire bodyguards." He started taking karate and tae-kwon-do classes when he and Jennifer started living on their own, but he wouldn't take any chances.
"Make sure that they're as big as you are," said Scott.
"Wow, they'd have to be wrestlers to be as big as I am," said Noah and laughed, "but I'll do my best to find them. I'm sure that I'm not the only 'giant' in the nation," he said and hung up and went to the closet to take some clothes from Scott's closet. He was using Scott's clothes today. They looked good on him, and he didn't think that Scott would mind him borrowing them. On the contrary, he'd be flattered. He'd know that his son admired him, although he didn't know him as well, and this would make him feel good.
As soon as Noah finished dressing twenty minutes later, he sat on the computer, pushed the "enter" key to get the desktop back on, went on the Internet Explorer, and on the search engine of Scott's home page, he typed, BODYGUARDS IN FLORIDA,
and clicked SEARCH. The results were displayed in less than a second. He went to the first web site on the list, the web site that celebrities visited the most, searching personal protection. As soon as he entered, he saw links and pictures of the bodyguards he had to choose from. As soon as he clicked on the first link, he was given the bodyguard's name, his home and mobile numbers, his email address, and most importantly, how much he weighed and how tall he was. The information was astonishing. "NAME, Noah BRYAN SPEARS, AGE, 21, RACE, WHITE, WEIGHT, 321 POUNDS,
HEIGHT, 7'3."
"No," he said, shedding tears, "it can't be, twenty-one-year- old Noah B. Spears. Noah would only be nine years old if he was alive."
However, this was Noah Bryan, sending him another cryptic message. First, it was Scott's dream of him getting killed. Then, it was Scott's urge for him to get bodyguards, and now, it was this. The real information came on the screen seconds later. NAME: EVERETT C. BOWMAN, AGE: 30, RACE: CAUCASIAN,
WEIGHT: 402 POUNDSL
HEIGHT:7'5. After reading that information, Noah said, "He weighs twenty-one more pounds than I do and he's two inches taller than I am," panting. "This is the one that I need." To give Everett some time to freshen up and check his emails rather than receiving an abrupt phone call and having to make room for another client, Noah composed an email for him.
DEAR EVERETT,
I AM NOAH S. SPEARS. I AM CONTACTING YOU BECAUSE I NEED YOUR SERVICES. I'M A WELL- LIVING PERSON, THANK GOD, SO I CAN PAY YOU A LITTLE MORE THAN YOU NORMALLY ASK FOR IF YOU PROTECT ME AND ONLY ME.
However, Everett had started working the day before and he had no clients yet. His information had just been posted on the site.
I'M WILLING TO PAY YOU $4,500 AN HOUR IF YOU PROTECT ME AND ONLY ME.
Everett only asked for $3,000 an hour. PLEASE CALL ME AT, and wrote his phone number, OR EMAIL ME AT, and typed his email address, AS SOON AS YOU CAN. THANK YOU FOR READING MY EMAIL. MY LIFE IS ENDANGERED AND I WON'T LEAVE MY HOUSE TILL YOU COME AND RESCUE
ME. Noah Bryan wanted to make him a prisoner in his own home to get him to protect himself although Hayley hadn't even contemplated killing him yet. I'LL TALK TO YOU LATER.
TAKE CARE, NOAH SPEARS.
The form on Everett's "Contact me" page was transferred to his personal email address immediately, and the email was transferred to his cell phone. His cell phone beeped all of a sudden, notifying him of a new email message, and as he walked the sidewalk, wishing that a client walked beside him, and taking sips of his luxurious coffee, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and took the messages with the touch of a button. He sat down at a bench to take them calmly. Twenty of them were from his friends and family and one of them was the one he was waiting for, the email of a client. He smiled. This was the only email that he opened. He read it and went nuts. "I finally have a client!" he screamed as passersby looked at him, smiling. With that size of body he could be nothing but a body guard. Rather than emailing Noah back, he called him at his home number for him to tell him where he lived and give directions on how to get there. The phone rang three times. Noah was in the living room, reading a celebrity-gossip magazine and laughing at the tremendous news columns that fans and editors posted, having fun at these celebrities' expense. Still reading the magazine, Noah stretched his arm and picked up the phone with his hand.
"Hello, this is Noah
Spears." Spears?"