K Street, Chapter 33

Jeff finds himself in Washington DC on business trying to close a big deal for his company where he meets up with Nancy again, the FBI agent he had fallen in love with in Atlanta nearly two years ago. Jeff is separated from his wife because of Nancy’s letter. Jeff continues to attract women without trying, some of them with deadly intentions. Jeff and Nancy soon find themselves in the center of intrigue with Israelis and Iranians feeling threatened by the impending deal, determined to kill the deal at any cost―even at the cost of Jeff’s life! The surprising twists will make the reader gasp, the love scenes will make the reader sigh.

 Chapter 33 of K Street … The Iranians have been shot! Then Nancy hears a familiar voice!

Wednesday, 3:42 PM: A Familiar Voice

Arnie gets a call that the Iranians need them to come back immediately. They arrive to find a murdered man! Then Nancy hears a familiar voice!




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               K Street, Chapter 33

Wednesday, 3:42 PM: A Familiar Voice

     Soon Jeff was in the back seat of Ted’s Caprice Classic with Nancy.

     “So where are we heading?”

     “To Cookes Park.”

     “I thought that I was supposed to be kept under wraps still.”

     “Oh you are, it’s just for a couple hours, then we’ll head out to Potomac.”

     They drove for a few minutes when Jeff noticed that they were taking another way besides K Street to get to Cookes Park, smiling to himself good going Arnie. He looked out seeing they were on M Street, just crossing Connecticut Avenue.

     “So what happened to Kathy?”

     Nancy looked over to Jeff nonchalantly, “Kathy?”

     “Yeah, you know, my new little slut that you barged in on the other night.”

     “Oh, you mean that Kathy! We’re still keeping her under house arrest.”

     “Is that really necessary?”

     “At this point it’s for her own safety. The killer is still loose and we don’t want any more bodies floating around town. We’ve had our fill of that.”

     “But what about the Iranians? Aren’t they going to be making a mess somewhere?”

     “You heard them. They will probably take care of it in the Embassy,” she looked casually out her window to the right.

     “They’re going to kill him in their embassy?”

     She looked back at him, “It’s not really our concern where they do it. All we care is that they do it, right?”

     Jeff shook his head at the totally laissez-faire attitude everyone around him had about murder.

     Nancy saw his expression, reading his thoughts, “What’s your deal anyway? Don’t you get it that he murdered two congressmen? He tried to murder you. He will kill anyone who gets in his way. Your new little slut is unbelievably lucky to still be alive.” She saw this wasn’t getting through to Jeff. “Jeff, this is how this game is played. Pure and simple. I know you’re a civie, that this is a lot to swallow when you’re not in the business like us, but you’ve really got to just let go of it, let people do their jobs. Let the Iranians dig themselves out the hole they put themselves in.”

     He looked at her, sighed, “Yeah, I know. It’s not like I care about him because believe me I want him dead even more than you do. I guess it’s just the callous attitude…no that’s not fair…I mean…”

     She laid her hand on his knee, “You don’t have to say any more, I understand. But you have just got to let things unfold like they need to. Don’t get all worked up over it.”

     Nancy leaned over kissing Jeff, leaning toward to him whispering so Ted wouldn’t hear, “If you have to get worked up about something, believe me you should save that for tonight. Trust me, I’ll give you something to get worked up about!” she kissed him again, sat up straight in a louder voice, “so we just need a couple hours in Cookes Park then we can decide if we should go to Potomac house or let you go back to the hotel.”

     He leaned over to her whispering, “I vote hotel!” She turned smiling with raised eyebrows in an I vote hotel, too! look.

     Soon the car turned right onto twenty ninth street, a few minute later pulled up in front of the operations house. The three of them got out. Jeff saw Arnie’s old red beater car, he was looking forward to asking him about some things Jeff heard when they were at the Iranian Embassy.

     The three of them walked through the front door into the ops room which was again filled with busy people. Jeff leaned to Nancy, “Are these guys all on our case?”

     She looked around, “Yes, I’m pretty sure, there’s a lot of background stuff going on trying to prepare for getting the Iranian deal together.” She pointed to a small group, “See the tall guy there?” Jeff strained to single him out, but noticed a head sticking out above the little clique around him, he nodded. “He’s one of our best explosives experts. My guess is they called him in to figure out what happened at the ODS office.” She peered around the room, “See that woman with the red hair over there? That’s Marsha―I forgot her last name―she’s the head of forensics in the agency. Don’t know what she’s doing, could be your poison, could be one of the congressman. Don’t know, I’d have to ask but I’m too tired to do that right now.”

     “Don’t worry, I’m not all that curious really.”

     “Why don’t you go get comfortable, I have some work to do, it’s going to be a while. We’ll decide what to do for dinner in a while, then what to do about us tonight―say, Stan!” She touched Jeff’s arm, “I’ve got to go talk to this guy, go get comfortable, take a nap if you want, I’ll come get you when I’m done.”

     Jeff saw Arnie on the other side of the room engaged in conversation, so he turned toward the large group of couches and big chairs, nobody was sitting in any of them. He turned back to Nancy who was listening to a small group that had converged on her, wishing she had been able to complete her sentence, We’ll decide what to do for dinner in a while, then what to do about us tonight… He looked back at her trying to imagine what they would do later, he watched her with her colleagues trying to imagine her naked.

     “Damn,” he said to himself, “oh well, might as well get comfortable.” He chose the same big stuffed chair Nancy was in before. He snuggled down into it, in a second he nodded off.

 

     Jeff awoke to the sound of Arnie’s voice, Nancy’s in reply. They were standing facing each other across the room.

     “He said that they want us back over there. Back at embassy.”

     “That’s fine, but why can’t it wait until tomorrow?” Nancy complained, “I’m tired.”

     “He said that he got a call from Tehran, that they need some clarification on the deal today so that he can get all the ends lined up on his side. That he needs us there right now.”

     Jeff stood up stretching, walking up to them, “What’s going on? Where’s Tom?”

     Arnie turned to him, “One of the agents took Tom to his house to get his wife to take them to the Plaza for safe keeping.”

     “You said embassy. You talking about the Iranians?”

     “Omar called, said that we need to come back over so that he can ask a few more questions, said that there may be some kind of demands. He said we need to be there immediately. Odd really.”

     “What kind of demands can there be? I don’t get it,” Jeff wondered.

     “I don’t know, but I thought the three of us would take a drive back over there to get it done, that way we have the rest of the week to wind down a little.”

     Nancy studied her watch, looked to the ceiling in thought. “It’s three o’clock here, that would make it…one thirty in the morning there. What kind of government guy is calling their U.S. consulate at one thirty in the morning?”

     “Hell I don’t know, maybe he woke up for prayer time and he thought he would check in. Look Nancy, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

     She glanced at Jeff, “Does Jeff need to come?”

     “I don’t know, it doesn’t matter, does it?” He looked to Jeff, “You don’t have to, but you’re welcome to ride along.”

     “It’s not like I have any hot dates,” he gave a sideways glancing smile to Nancy.

     “Okay then, let’s go.” Arnie signaled to Ted, “Hey Ted, can we bother you again? We need a ride back to the Iranians.”

     Ted nodded walking to the door, turned waiting, the others meandering toward the door following Ted outside. Jeff turned to Arnie, “How come we don’t check weapons here like in Roswell?”

     “The site manager at Roswell was a nut,” he shrugged, they moved through the door.

     A few minutes later they were driving back down twenty ninth street.

     “So Nancy, have you been following any of the investigation at the ODS office?” Arnie asked her.

     “No, for obvious reasons.”

     “You really should pay attention, ask Marsha when we get back. They finished the forensics. Found a female, or rather what was left of her. They found some other stuff, but the most interesting was they didn’t find―”

     Arnie’s phone rang, almost instantly Nancy’s phone rang, they both held up a hand to the other, Nancy reached into her purse, “White here.” Arnie answered his phone. Jeff turned to her, she listened, her face turned intense, color leaving her cheeks. She listened intently, “Where’s Tom? Yes, I want them both under protection. Code red. Yes, at the hospital too of course! Okay, thanks, keep me posted.”

     Arnie was just finishing his call, he turned to Nancy, they both stared at each other with disbelieving jaws dropped.

     Jeff turned back and forth between the faces, “What? What happened?”

     “Tom’s wife was shot,” the two spoke simultaneously.

     Jeff’s eyes popped out, his head swung between the two, “Shot?”

     “Yes, she’s okay, wounded. There was some kind of struggle. They found her when they went to pick her up to take her to the Plaza. Evidently it was our shooter going there expecting to find Tom, they missed him by only a few minutes. I mean I’m guessing. They have her at DC Medical Center. She’s in stable condition.”

     “Okay that’s it, I’m going to kick Omar’s ass!” Arnie scowled, his jaws grinding in angry circular crunching of teeth so loud Jeff could hear it above the car’s noise.

     Jeff looked out to see that they were nearly to the Iranian Embassy, a minute later they pulled right into the garage entrance. Ted rolled down his window pressing the buttons as he did before, the gate opened, he drove the car into the covered garage like before, up to the same door.

     Arnie leaned over to Ted looking back at Nancy, “Guys, we need to be on our toes. No weapons, but keep them handy, okay?”

     Ted looked back nodding, Nancy reached into her purse with her right hand, she picked the purse up with her left hand.

     They all got out of the car starting to approach the door when suddenly the door burst open, the young woman in the burka they had seen before flew out the door nearly tripping in panic, looking up seeing them her terrified face gasped, “Gun! In there. Very dangerous!” running away through the parking garage, her clicking heels echoing in the empty cavern of the concrete garage. Her deep accent had made it hard to understand her at first but the words sunk into all four of them instantly, three guns were instantaneously produced, Ted stepped forward to hold the door, Arnie went in first with Nancy behind him, Ted motioning for Jeff to follow Nancy, trailing into the door behind Jeff.

     Arnie motioned with his gun for Nancy to go to the other side of the elevator lobby, motioned Ted to the opposite side, turning to Jeff signaling him to stay still. Arnie looked up seeing a STAIRS sign, signaling them to follow he crept softly toward the sign with the other two following him, Jeff following behind.

     Arnie opened the door, listened, signaling them to follow him. Jeff went through the door suddenly remembering the gun in his coat pocket, reaching down to pull it out with his right hand holding it in front of him pointing up. He looked at this entourage sneaking up the stairs, stealthy, breaths held, guns drawn, him holding a gun, what the hell am I doing here?

     They arrived at the second floor. Arnie slowly opened the door, Jeff could see a hallway, Arnie leaned out listening, slowly closing the door motioning for them to continue up the stairs. Jeff had had been on the third floor before so he assumed that’s where they were headed now.

     That would be the next floor!

     They reached the third floor, could hear voices, shouts coming through the door. Arnie turned to them motioning with his gun, a metal finger at his lips telling them to be quiet, to be careful.

     Slowly he opened the door, they could hear shouting, “We told you that we wanted you to stop, but you wouldn’t listen! You are crazy!” Jeff recognized the voice, Abdul, the crisp British accent, yes, it was Abdul!

     “Yes we wanted the money back at first because you didn’t complete the job, but then we told you that you could keep the money! Keep it! Things have changed now.”

     Arnie slowly opened the door, Jeff looking over his shoulder seeing legs laying in the hallway. Arnie pushed his neck just a little farther out, pulled back, turning to them whispering, “A body!”

     Jeff’s mind instantly flashed, Oh my god, a body! What the hell am I doing here!

     PAP! the blast of a gunshot down the hall, a man’s scream.

     “That’s it, let’s go!” Arnie whispered pulling open the door, Ted leaned forward holding it, the others went through into the hallway. Laying in front of them was the body of one of the men who kidnapped Jeff, the man who had pulled the gun on Jeff when he didn’t want to put on the hood in the kidnap car that brought him here on Monday. He had been shot twice, his chest covered in blood, his head flopped to one side, eyes half-open.

     Jeff started to wretch, Ted stepped beside him, put a firm hand on Jeff’s mid-back, another hand on Jeff’s solar plexus compressing hard, squeezing Jeff between his two strong hands, Jeff felt the wretch stop instantly. He turned to Ted who gave a nod knowing that he had done some kind of trick on Jeff to make him stop his wretch. He paused a second in wonderment, glancing a thank you to Ted, looking away from the body following Arnie and Nancy around the form laying in the middle of the hallway.

     They could hear Omar’s voice, “You killed my brother! What is wrong with you! Are you going to kill me too? Are you going to kill all the Americans? Are you going to kill everyone on earth?”

     PAP! PAP! gunshots blasted, Arnie charging down the hallway, Nancy and Ted in pursuit, Jeff behind them, they stopped at the office before Omar’s with its door opened, gun smoke wafting into the hallway.

     Arnie jumped to the middle of the open door, “FREEZE!” PAP! a bullet hole poked into the wall behind Arnie PAP! PAP! PAP! Arnie’s gun fired he pulled back away from the door PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! bullets shot from the office, the tall office window EXPLODED around Arnie the gray aluminum mini-blinds flopping through the breaking glass falling twisted onto the floor torn from their ceiling mount by the force of the falling glass Arnie’s arms jolting up over his head for protection glass flying at him as he moved quickly backward toward them Jeff saw fierce explode across Nancy’s face she ran passing Arnie with her shoes crunching on the broken glass running past Omar’s office PAP! PAP! PAP! bullet hole dots appearing on the opposite hallway wall little white puffs of gypsum dust pulsed into the hallway PAP! PAP! PAP! Nancy’s gun fired into the office as she ran past.

     Silence.

     “NANCY IS THAT YOU!” a voice came from the office.

     That voice, I know that voice! flooded into Jeff’s brain!

     Nancy was on the left side of the door with a sudden calm expression.

     Oh god, she knows!

     Jeff watched Nancy like he was watching a slow-motion movie, she leaned over reaching to the door’s opening setting her gun down in front of the door, putting her hands up she stepped forward into the office door opening.

     The next sound Jeff heard was a voice, “Nancy, it’s you!”

     Jeff was expecting Nancy to be upset or surprised, but instead he heard her voice loud and clear, colored with disdain.

     “Well what do you know,” she scowled.

     “It’s Shawn.”

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