Jeff,
finds himself in Atlanta Magic
Town
Chapter 14 of Magic Town ...
Sunday, 12:28 AM: The Safe House
It’s not
safe for Jeff to go back to his hotel! Jeff discovers that they have changed
his business meeting that was planned for Monday with Jeff wondering they can do that? Nancy Roswell
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Magic Town, Chapter 14
Sunday,
12:28 AM: The Safe House
They all stood. Antonio leaned to
give Shonna a small hug with an uncertain smile, “You are still my accountant
right?”
“Everything’s business as usual,” she frowned gathering the pages,
tamping the stack on the table to line up the pages, “at least for now. Nothing
can change. We can’t give these guys any clues that any of the cash operation
has changed. We’ve already sent up enough flares today. We don’t need guys
showing up with guns to check bank balances, right?”
“Padre Dios, no! We have had enough trouble already haven’t we? But yes, this is good!” Antonio turned to Jeff smiling shaking his hand, “And you, congressman,” he chuckled, “what can I do? I have to call you congressman, I don’t know your name!” There was a moment of pause as Antonio hoped Jeff would proffer up a name. Jeff only smiled. “Anyway, it was nice to meet you and I am sure I will see you again.”
A few minutes later Jeff was vacantly turned to the car’s window as they sailed north up I-85 in the late darkness. The clock on the car’s dash said that it was past midnight. The windshield wipers were going in a light rain, he peered out to the darkness, lights streaking their reflections on the glossy wet pavement as they drove.
He turned to Shonna, “We’re not going to my hotel. Where are we going?”
“The hotel’s not safe,” Shonna said glancing over at him. “We’re going to your house, or rather near it.”
“My house?”
“The congressman’s house up inRoswell
The car took a couple freeway connector bends, soon driving on city streets in what looked like an upscale area in the darkness.
“What about my stuff?”
“It’ll all be here. We just couldn’t take any chances, these guys have eyes everywhere, they will be watching all the hotels looking for you. They have totally staked out your––I mean his house, so we know they want to find you.” She stopped at a light looking intently around the empty streets, turning left. She laughed, “Remember we need to get you back toSeattle
Jeff shrugged, “Right, I almost forgot.” He frowned looking at her, “What about my business meetings on Monday, what’s the deal? They are pretty important meetings for my company. How’s that going to work with me being kidnapped and all?”
“You caught the flu, can’t make it.”
“But that’s my job, that’s how I feed my family, it’s an important meeting.”
“They already know and have decided to come to the West Coast next week to meet you inSeattle
“How did you do that? You can do that?” Jeff already had the very strong impression that he was dealing with people who had all sorts of resources. Tracking down information about his little slut through his credit card so quickly, all those taps and bugs in Magic Town and god knows where else, now they were rearranging his life. He couldn’t tell if he felt creeped out by all this or whether it was somehow reassuring that these guys really knew how to handle their business. He decided for that moment that he was going with reassured. He frowned in the darkness, after all, it didn’t look like he had a whole lot of choices.
She looked over at him smiling at him in the darkness. She could barely make out the silhouette of this man who sat next to her in the car. “You know, I didn’t have very high expectations of you when I met you last night.” He turned to look at her, could barely make out her face in the dim glow of the dashboard light. “I mean I didn’t even know you yesterday morning, now I’ve gotten you involved in this crazy scheme to catch a bunch of bad guys just because you happen to look like the twin brother of this congressman.” The car stopped at a light, she looked at him, “But you know, you’ve really done a good job and I am really impressed.” The car started up again. “I probably shouldn’t say this,” Jeff turned to her in the dark, “but I’ve been trying to figure out why I reacted so horribly when I found that girl in your room. I guess I should say I’m sorry.” She glanced at him, “But she is a bad girl and maybe I thought I was protecting you.” She thought for a second, “But I don’t think that’s all there is to it. Why I reacted that way.”
She glanced at him, “It’s just there’s something about you. Something different.”
He smiled in the darkness, “There’s nothing different about me, you just need to get out more.”
She glanced at him turning her head back to the road, “That’s not true, you are different. But you were the same, just like the others the way you jumped on the first little slut that got into your room with no panties.”
Jeff looked forward, quiet.
“This is the part I probably shouldn’t say,” she hesitated. “But I wish I had been the slut in your room with no panties.”
Jeff swung his head around speechless, feeling a sudden rise between his thighs, but the darkness brought reflection with it as he pondered her words. “You know I’m married.”
She wanted to say how that didn’t seem to stop him with his little slut this afternoon. She didn’t. They drove in silence. Jeff became aware of what felt like magnetic lines between the two of them as they sat in the car, driving through the darkness through the suburbs ofAtlanta
Soon they pulled into a long driveway, stopping at a gate. She spoke into box on a pillar, the gate slowly opened, the car drove through. They pulled up in front of a stunningly large house. The front was huge, it looked like some kind of over-grown tutor style with two large turret kinds of structures on each end, even in the darkness Jeff could see that it was very upscale with a brick facade and long entry walkway in some kind of stone. Lights were filling the windows on both floors.
“This is a safe house?”
She laughed, “More like an operations center with bedrooms.” Shonna opened her car door motioning for Jeff to step out, follow her.
As they walked up to the door she held out her hand, “Let me have the things in the pockets.” He started to reach into his coat when she said, “No, let me take them,” white gloves appearing on her hands as she reached into his jacket, pulling the remaining contents from the inside pockets of the congressman’s stinky jacket.
They stood in the dim landscape lighting; darkness prevented Jeff from seeing her amazing eyes clearly though he could see a glint of reflections from the ground lighting around them. Impulsively he reached out his hand to brush a few hairs away from her face. He could see an expectant expression on her face even in this dim light as he leaned forward to kiss her with a light peck on the lips saying softly, “I wish you had been the slut without the panties, too.”
The both laughed softly, she leaned forward to kiss him in the same fashion, they turned toward the house.
Soon they were standing inside the house in front of a tall man dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt as she handed everything to him including her gun and Jeff’s gun, slid the contents from the coat pockets into a large plastic ziplock bag, reached into her purse for the stack of papers they brought from Antonio’s, sliding them into another ziplock bag, put her arms up so the man in blue jeans could pat her down. Jeff raised his arms submitting to the same search.
She stood in front of Jeff grinning, “Just precautions, don’t worry about it. The operation manager here is kind of a freak for security.” She glanced around the room, “I know it’s late but come look at what’s going on.”
Shonna turned to the room in a loud voice, “Everyone!” Jeff looked around seeing what looked like ten or more men, a couple women, casually dressed in various poses over screens or with headphones on or standing talking or laboring over papers. Everyone quieted turning toward them, “I would like to introduce the newest member of Congress!” There was a dull murmur of applause as two men walked up to shake Jeff’s hand while the others turned back to their work.
She motioned for Jeff to sit down at a small sitting area in a corner of the large room. He sat on the couch looking around, guessing that this was indeed a house, the living room has to be fifty feet along one wall, another thirty on the other sides. There were rows of tables loaded with equipment with hundreds of blinking lights. He watched Shonna bending over looking at computer screens turning back and forth to the men on each side of her as she listened and spoke. This went on for twenty minutes as Jeff watched, starting to feel tiredness pulling at him.
Shonna walked across the room followed by a chubby man in tennis shoes wearing an Atlanta Falcons baseball cap. Shonna sat down next to Jeff as the man reached his hand out introducing himself as Agent Shaw, Jeff could call him Arnie. Arnie sat down.
“So Shonna tells me that you are all clued into what’s going on.” Jeff turned to Shonna smiling, back to Arnie nodding. “Well let me tell you, you have definitely lit upAtlanta Atlanta
Jeff smiled at the word underground thinking that’s where this all started. Arnie was surprised at the smile, sitting back, “I mean, this is tragic.” He was puzzled by Jeff’s smile. “Uh, Jeff is it? Jeff, it was tragic, you know.” Jeff felt he was being scolded for some reason, after all why wouldn’t he take the murders seriously? This made him snap to attention, his smile disappeared. Arnie went on, “But this is not this particular group of bad guys’ usual M.O. Honestly, I’ve been working this for two years, well, eight months really. I had no idea the stakes were this high.” He turned to Shonna who gave a who-knows shrug.
Arnie glanced around the room, looking back at Jeff with a reassuring grin, “All I know is that you coming along like you did, and I have no idea how that happened,” as he made a quick motion of prayers with his hands looking toward the heavens, “but this is our chance to close these sons-a-bitches down so fast it will make their heads spin.” He peered at Jeff to see if he was taking this all in. “Say, we’re hitting you pretty hard, I bet. Can I get you something, some coffee?”
Jeff turned to Shonna, “Does this mean I have to stay up?” He laughed weakly, “After all, I got murdered this morning and I am dead beat,” he glanced back and forth to their faces, “but not dead!” The three laughed together in a tone ringing with relief about this simple fact.
Shonna raised her hand to Arnie, “Okay, he’s right, we both could use some Z’s here.”
Arnie nodded, “Yeah, this can wait a few hours. The next stage is planned for nine,” he looked at his watch, “that gives you at least seven hours if you guys want to go upstairs. There won’t be much more happening before then.” He grinned with a soft laugh, “Even bad guys gotta get sleep some time.”
Shonna stood up pulling at Jeff's sleeve, “Come on, let’s get some sleep.”
Jeff stood, following her across the room, walking around tables to a long, curved stairway with a dark banister, white balustrades in a long graceful arch heading to the second floor. Soon they were standing in front of a door that Shonna pushed open pointing into, “All your stuff’s in there, go get some sleep and I’ll wake you. We’ll have some food in the morning then get started again.”
Jeff was too tired to answer, pushing past her hearing the door close behind him. The room looked almost like a hotel room, he half-smiled to see that his night clothes had been pulled out of his luggage, laying on the bed. “Nice touch,” he thought, “just like home.” He could barely pull off the stinky jacket, pull his shoes off before he fell onto the bed fully clothed, not even pulling covers over him.
He was out.
“Padre Dios, no! We have had enough trouble already haven’t we? But yes, this is good!” Antonio turned to Jeff smiling shaking his hand, “And you, congressman,” he chuckled, “what can I do? I have to call you congressman, I don’t know your name!” There was a moment of pause as Antonio hoped Jeff would proffer up a name. Jeff only smiled. “Anyway, it was nice to meet you and I am sure I will see you again.”
A few minutes later Jeff was vacantly turned to the car’s window as they sailed north up I-85 in the late darkness. The clock on the car’s dash said that it was past midnight. The windshield wipers were going in a light rain, he peered out to the darkness, lights streaking their reflections on the glossy wet pavement as they drove.
He turned to Shonna, “We’re not going to my hotel. Where are we going?”
“The hotel’s not safe,” Shonna said glancing over at him. “We’re going to your house, or rather near it.”
“My house?”
“The congressman’s house up in
The car took a couple freeway connector bends, soon driving on city streets in what looked like an upscale area in the darkness.
“What about my stuff?”
“It’ll all be here. We just couldn’t take any chances, these guys have eyes everywhere, they will be watching all the hotels looking for you. They have totally staked out your––I mean his house, so we know they want to find you.” She stopped at a light looking intently around the empty streets, turning left. She laughed, “Remember we need to get you back to
Jeff shrugged, “Right, I almost forgot.” He frowned looking at her, “What about my business meetings on Monday, what’s the deal? They are pretty important meetings for my company. How’s that going to work with me being kidnapped and all?”
“You caught the flu, can’t make it.”
“But that’s my job, that’s how I feed my family, it’s an important meeting.”
“They already know and have decided to come to the West Coast next week to meet you in
“How did you do that? You can do that?” Jeff already had the very strong impression that he was dealing with people who had all sorts of resources. Tracking down information about his little slut through his credit card so quickly, all those taps and bugs in Magic Town and god knows where else, now they were rearranging his life. He couldn’t tell if he felt creeped out by all this or whether it was somehow reassuring that these guys really knew how to handle their business. He decided for that moment that he was going with reassured. He frowned in the darkness, after all, it didn’t look like he had a whole lot of choices.
She looked over at him smiling at him in the darkness. She could barely make out the silhouette of this man who sat next to her in the car. “You know, I didn’t have very high expectations of you when I met you last night.” He turned to look at her, could barely make out her face in the dim glow of the dashboard light. “I mean I didn’t even know you yesterday morning, now I’ve gotten you involved in this crazy scheme to catch a bunch of bad guys just because you happen to look like the twin brother of this congressman.” The car stopped at a light, she looked at him, “But you know, you’ve really done a good job and I am really impressed.” The car started up again. “I probably shouldn’t say this,” Jeff turned to her in the dark, “but I’ve been trying to figure out why I reacted so horribly when I found that girl in your room. I guess I should say I’m sorry.” She glanced at him, “But she is a bad girl and maybe I thought I was protecting you.” She thought for a second, “But I don’t think that’s all there is to it. Why I reacted that way.”
She glanced at him, “It’s just there’s something about you. Something different.”
He smiled in the darkness, “There’s nothing different about me, you just need to get out more.”
She glanced at him turning her head back to the road, “That’s not true, you are different. But you were the same, just like the others the way you jumped on the first little slut that got into your room with no panties.”
Jeff looked forward, quiet.
“This is the part I probably shouldn’t say,” she hesitated. “But I wish I had been the slut in your room with no panties.”
Jeff swung his head around speechless, feeling a sudden rise between his thighs, but the darkness brought reflection with it as he pondered her words. “You know I’m married.”
She wanted to say how that didn’t seem to stop him with his little slut this afternoon. She didn’t. They drove in silence. Jeff became aware of what felt like magnetic lines between the two of them as they sat in the car, driving through the darkness through the suburbs of
Soon they pulled into a long driveway, stopping at a gate. She spoke into box on a pillar, the gate slowly opened, the car drove through. They pulled up in front of a stunningly large house. The front was huge, it looked like some kind of over-grown tutor style with two large turret kinds of structures on each end, even in the darkness Jeff could see that it was very upscale with a brick facade and long entry walkway in some kind of stone. Lights were filling the windows on both floors.
“This is a safe house?”
She laughed, “More like an operations center with bedrooms.” Shonna opened her car door motioning for Jeff to step out, follow her.
As they walked up to the door she held out her hand, “Let me have the things in the pockets.” He started to reach into his coat when she said, “No, let me take them,” white gloves appearing on her hands as she reached into his jacket, pulling the remaining contents from the inside pockets of the congressman’s stinky jacket.
They stood in the dim landscape lighting; darkness prevented Jeff from seeing her amazing eyes clearly though he could see a glint of reflections from the ground lighting around them. Impulsively he reached out his hand to brush a few hairs away from her face. He could see an expectant expression on her face even in this dim light as he leaned forward to kiss her with a light peck on the lips saying softly, “I wish you had been the slut without the panties, too.”
The both laughed softly, she leaned forward to kiss him in the same fashion, they turned toward the house.
Soon they were standing inside the house in front of a tall man dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt as she handed everything to him including her gun and Jeff’s gun, slid the contents from the coat pockets into a large plastic ziplock bag, reached into her purse for the stack of papers they brought from Antonio’s, sliding them into another ziplock bag, put her arms up so the man in blue jeans could pat her down. Jeff raised his arms submitting to the same search.
She stood in front of Jeff grinning, “Just precautions, don’t worry about it. The operation manager here is kind of a freak for security.” She glanced around the room, “I know it’s late but come look at what’s going on.”
Shonna turned to the room in a loud voice, “Everyone!” Jeff looked around seeing what looked like ten or more men, a couple women, casually dressed in various poses over screens or with headphones on or standing talking or laboring over papers. Everyone quieted turning toward them, “I would like to introduce the newest member of Congress!” There was a dull murmur of applause as two men walked up to shake Jeff’s hand while the others turned back to their work.
She motioned for Jeff to sit down at a small sitting area in a corner of the large room. He sat on the couch looking around, guessing that this was indeed a house, the living room has to be fifty feet along one wall, another thirty on the other sides. There were rows of tables loaded with equipment with hundreds of blinking lights. He watched Shonna bending over looking at computer screens turning back and forth to the men on each side of her as she listened and spoke. This went on for twenty minutes as Jeff watched, starting to feel tiredness pulling at him.
Shonna walked across the room followed by a chubby man in tennis shoes wearing an Atlanta Falcons baseball cap. Shonna sat down next to Jeff as the man reached his hand out introducing himself as Agent Shaw, Jeff could call him Arnie. Arnie sat down.
“So Shonna tells me that you are all clued into what’s going on.” Jeff turned to Shonna smiling, back to Arnie nodding. “Well let me tell you, you have definitely lit up
Jeff smiled at the word underground thinking that’s where this all started. Arnie was surprised at the smile, sitting back, “I mean, this is tragic.” He was puzzled by Jeff’s smile. “Uh, Jeff is it? Jeff, it was tragic, you know.” Jeff felt he was being scolded for some reason, after all why wouldn’t he take the murders seriously? This made him snap to attention, his smile disappeared. Arnie went on, “But this is not this particular group of bad guys’ usual M.O. Honestly, I’ve been working this for two years, well, eight months really. I had no idea the stakes were this high.” He turned to Shonna who gave a who-knows shrug.
Arnie glanced around the room, looking back at Jeff with a reassuring grin, “All I know is that you coming along like you did, and I have no idea how that happened,” as he made a quick motion of prayers with his hands looking toward the heavens, “but this is our chance to close these sons-a-bitches down so fast it will make their heads spin.” He peered at Jeff to see if he was taking this all in. “Say, we’re hitting you pretty hard, I bet. Can I get you something, some coffee?”
Jeff turned to Shonna, “Does this mean I have to stay up?” He laughed weakly, “After all, I got murdered this morning and I am dead beat,” he glanced back and forth to their faces, “but not dead!” The three laughed together in a tone ringing with relief about this simple fact.
Shonna raised her hand to Arnie, “Okay, he’s right, we both could use some Z’s here.”
Arnie nodded, “Yeah, this can wait a few hours. The next stage is planned for nine,” he looked at his watch, “that gives you at least seven hours if you guys want to go upstairs. There won’t be much more happening before then.” He grinned with a soft laugh, “Even bad guys gotta get sleep some time.”
Shonna stood up pulling at Jeff's sleeve, “Come on, let’s get some sleep.”
Jeff stood, following her across the room, walking around tables to a long, curved stairway with a dark banister, white balustrades in a long graceful arch heading to the second floor. Soon they were standing in front of a door that Shonna pushed open pointing into, “All your stuff’s in there, go get some sleep and I’ll wake you. We’ll have some food in the morning then get started again.”
Jeff was too tired to answer, pushing past her hearing the door close behind him. The room looked almost like a hotel room, he half-smiled to see that his night clothes had been pulled out of his luggage, laying on the bed. “Nice touch,” he thought, “just like home.” He could barely pull off the stinky jacket, pull his shoes off before he fell onto the bed fully clothed, not even pulling covers over him.
He was out.
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