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watched Becky leave the room with Michael.  Then he looked sad while he glanced down at Nancy.   “Sweetie, did Mommy tell you that grandpa wouldn’t be around much longer?”
    “Yes, but everything will be all right,” she replied without a worry.
    “Why do you say that?” Allan curiously asked.
    “Because Jesus will take care of you, as he loves everybody.”
    Allan looked extremely worried. “I'm not sure about that.”
    He looked at his wall and eyed an old 1960s era picture of himself in his Army uniform with Captain bars, and his face darkened.

Chapter 3
     
    T wo weeks had passed and Becky moved Allan into her spare bedroom to watch over him.  It was their computer and exercise room but she had Marty move those items into other rooms.  She even bought him a new laptop so Allan could write when he had the strength.  She also made sure he had plenty of family pictures on his dresser.
    In order to give him the constant care he needed, Becky took a leave of absence from her cashier’s job with Publix.
    Allan sat in deep thought in the bed with his new laptop.  He stared at a blank Word file and pondered if he should pursue his new book idea.  He opened up a White Pages website on the Internet and searched for a phone number.  He found what he wanted. 
    He turned off his laptop and set it on his bed.
    He walked out of his room and looked determined while he walked down the hallway.
    “Where are you going, dad?” Becky asked while Allan walked down the hallway and headed to the front door.
    “I feel like taking a little walk.”
    “Want me to tag along?”
    “No, I’ll be fine.  I want to walk alone.”
    “Okay, but if you’re not home in ten minutes, I’m looking for you,” she replied but still looked worried.
    “That’s fair,” Allan said while he left through the front door and went outside.
    Becky rushed over to her living room curtains and peeked out.  She watched Allan appeared to have the strength for a short walk down the sidewalk.
     
    Sam Woods lived in a house in a neighborhood across A1A by the beach in Daytona Beach, Florida.  Sam now had a head full of white hair.  He relaxed on his back porch sipping a cup of coffee.  He quit drinking booze after he moved to the Sunshine State. 
    His phone rang from the kitchen.   He got up.
    Sam entered his kitchen and picked up the phone.  “Hello,” Sam answered the call.
    “Ah, is this Sam Woods?  The retired FBI agent?” Allan replied from the phone.
    “Yes it is.  May I help you?”
    Allan quickly hung up his end of the call.
    Sam stared curiously at the phone.
    “Who was on the phone?” asked Cindy Leinbach, Sam’s girlfriend for the past five years.
    Sam hung up the phone and saw Cindy at the entrance to his kitchen.
    “I don't know, Cindy.  Someone called and asked if I was Sam Woods the retired FBI agent then they hung up.”
    “That’s really weird,” she replied.
    “I know,” Sam responded then shrugged it off.
    “Well, I need to get home.  I’ll pick you up tomorrow and we’ll take my granddaughter Kristen to the movies,” she said then walked over and picked up her purse off one of the counters. 
    Sam escorted her out of the kitchen.
     
    Back in Kissimmee, Allan walked back to Becky’s house in deep thought. 
    He went back into his room and relaxed on his bed with his laptop.  He opened a new Word file and started a new manuscript.  On the title page, he typed out A Killer’s Tale by Allan Stein.
    After he wrote “Chapter 1” he stared at the monitor and pondered if he should start this new book.  He nodded in agreement and started typing.
    “My name was Jimmy Nalla and have you ever wondered, why humans kill other humans?” Allan typed as the introduction.   The need to write this new book before he checked out of this world now became a strong desire.
    “How was your walk?” Becky said while she entered his bedroom. 
    “It was extremely rewarding,” he replied with a