Chapter - Literately Acute

Sarah Simpson returned home for the first time in seven weeks.  Having ignored all her previously normal life while serving jury duty, she was now confronted with it directly.As she opened the door to her third floor condo a what of familiar smells greeted her. She felt welcomed and completely secure. For she now knew that she would be forever protected.

Sarah’s apartment was scattered with the remenants of her daily life as she had left it. Clothes were piled, bills were littered, and the contents of her refridgerator were eclectic and disgusting. 

“Seriously, you didn’t clean up? What the fuck?

“Sarah scanned the layout of her residence looking for the minute changes that she was aware had been made. She picked a few obvious modifactions to her walls, light fixtures, and the ventilation registers that provided panaromic viewpoints of her living space.  For each she found she acknowledged with a wink and kiss but no words to specify her assumptions. A wink and kiss would look fantastic on camera, if caught. However, Sarah was sly enough to know that if she had guessed a camera lense location incorrectly, than a wink and kiss without words was unatributble to her snooping.

Chapter - Impervious

Concept:  Selection of non-appointed watchkeeper jurors through cloud-sourced intelligence and competency testing through social media and gaming platforms.

Game - includes aspects of gambling, role playing, Rorschach test, Myers-Briggs test, spatial recognition, mathematical competencies, IQ, EQ, and elements of the foreign service exam

Game Name: BlueTS  -- Finne replies, "Oh, that's really subtle!"

Chapter 2 - Allies Outdone

Alone, solitude provided Finne with a needed mental reprieve from all the information weighing down his head.

Alone. Truly, alone.

Finne knew his role was no longer to investigate but to marshal. Marshal the Jury he was now charged with leading.  He was now more like judge than law enforcement. His input and leadership now guided the inner workings of America's most-secret decisions.  He was chosen for this and had been surveilled for years by the same organization he now leads.

Fuck It!, Finne thought as he returned to the casino floor following the phone call he just faked in the men's room to compose himself.

Chapter - Twenty-two Looks Good on You

"You look even better with clothes on, Sarah!" Finne conjoled as he led Sarah by the arm as she stepped from the limousine.

"You've been watching?!?"

"Really?, who hasn't?  You have been going full nude next door for a stretch now."

"What's the difference? I'm watched while I pee, so why do clothes matter?"

"They don't. You're right. Just sayin' your little black dress leaves enough for the imagination to make sure you will get all the attention you want tonight."

"It's not about attention!,..." Sarah started to retort before realizing the futility of her argument given her recent gratuitous nudity in contempt of her now never-un-watched-life... as it were...

"You've got my full attention, as you should tonight." Finne replied.  "Let's go win some money!"

Sarah followed Finne's lead into the newly-opened, river-front casino from the long line of private cars that lined the yellow brick drive extending from the gambling campus' royal entrance.

Passing through rows of brilliantly lit slot machines, each chiming in celebration of both tonight's grand opening and their own touted jackpot prizes, Finne led Sarah to the private blackjack tables within the high-limit room, reserved for the most VIP patrons tonight.

"Come sit with me and learn how to play twenty-one"

"I've been playing twenty-one since I was thirteen, " Sarah replied with a cunning and legitimately earned grin.

"Blackjack....twenty-one..."

"I get it.  But I don't need to learn anything.  I here to win some money."

"Good attitude, shorty.  Need a drink before we sit down?"

Sarah's face said more than Finne asked for.

"Duh?  right... Jack and Coke?"

"Double," Sarah returned while watching the deal progressing on the table to her right.

"Double down!" Sarah shouted at the back of the player seated in front of her.

"Double Jack and Coke or Double down princess?" said the the stocky- blue-suited gambler, whom's back Sarah had just yelled over.

"Both!"

"I'll get the drink, but she's right...the dealer will bust showing a five like that." Finne interjected.

The stack of five-hundred dollar chips was matched by an equal stack.... doubling the two-thousand dollar bet.  The player's ace, six was hit with a four...twenty-one... winning hand...likely.

The dealer's fifteen became twenty-five with a Jack of Diamonds.

"You're good luck, honey!" Blue suit said to Sarah.

"You have no idea." She replied.  " Move over, I'm coming into this shoe..."

Chapter 0 - Prologue

THE ELEVEN (T11)
[Cover Image - Telephone Key Pad with customized alphabet and logos]

The Eleven is the second novel in the Watchkeeper dodecadilogy.

The first novel can be found at table4twelve.blogspot.com and A Table For Twelve - JukePop.com .

As with A Table for Twelve, this novel is purely fiction.  All characters are fictitious, and the events depicted never occurred, Read on for your entertainment only.

The planned chapters to follow include:

Chapter Titles 
CHAPTER 1 - CHANGING OF THE GUARD
CHAPTER 2 - TANGLED TOUNGS
CHAPTER 3 - Aorange [awr-inj, or-]
CHAPTER 4 - TRUTH OR DARE
CHAPTER 5 - PATRON SAINT OF NAMES
CHAPTER 6 - Antarcticdromeda

Chapter 1 - Changing of the Guard

Jack Wooten left the room with the utmost admiration and respect for the audience whose company he just departed.

The former Watchkeeper jury foreman exited the cavernous bunker housing America's most elite decision making body, fully aware that he left the jury in its most capable hands since its inception.

Jack was relieved of the monumental pressures he endured for the past five decades in public service with the Marine Corps, US Secret Service, and the Security Management Agency, yet he felt an emptiness in his departure.  He knew this day was due, and he knew Finne was the best man to carry the torch forward through the next generations of the country's political leadership and national security..

"God Bless," Jack wished upon Finne walking alone towards the lighted tunnel exit. "God Bless America!"