Thursday, September 20, 2012

K Street, Chapter 27

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 27 of K StreetThey go back to meet with the Iranians!

Tuesday, 2:04 PM: The Iranians
They decide to change the plans for the meeting this afternoon based on Jeff's suspicion. The General gets the OK for the arms deal. Nancy shows up with stars in her eyes. Then they go back to meet the Iranians!


If you enjoy this, please take time to LIKE this on Facebook!





Thanks for taking time, and enjoy!
- Chris Lamela

------------------------------------------------------------------

Author contact: Chris Lamela, chris@chrislamela.com, 707-566-8790 PST

---------------------------------------------------------------------

               K Street, Chapter 27

Tuesday, 2:04 PM: The Iranians

     Arnie smirked at Nancy, “Yes die in prison,” laughing, “he’s lucky I didn’t say I’d shoot him!” Shaking his head, “But seriously, Nancy, it was a mistake to bring him here. We’ve given him more to think about, more to know. I mean I did my best with that DOD crap, but honestly I’m not sure that it was very convincing. That’s why I made the threat.”
     “Well, the threat is valid, so I won’t fault you,” Nancy sat back thinking what Arnie had just said, “but you are right, we probably shouldn’t have brought him here.” She nodded toward Jeff, “Just a good thing he doesn’t know Jeff. We need our dead man to stay dead.”
     She glanced around the table, “Okay, people, listen up.” All eyes turned to her, she looked at her watch. “Nothing more is going to happened until at least one or one thirty, so let’s take a lunch.”
     The room got up trickling out the door person-by-person until it was just Nancy, Arnie, and Jeff left in the room.
     Nancy looked at her watch again turning to Arnie, “Look Arnie, I promised Shawn that I would meet him in twenty minutes near downtown, will it work if I am back her by one thirty? I mean I’ll have my phone with me, I can dash over here if there’s news.”
     “Yeah, go. I don’t expect we’ll hear from the General much before that, in the meantime we have to figure out how we can make contact again with the Iranians. I’m thinking that we want to get a meeting ASAP, maybe, I don’t know, talk about the weather if we don’t get word from the General before then, what do you think?”
     She nodded picking up her coat and purse, “That’s probably a good idea. If we get the word things could move really quick, this will be our best chance to get our shooter off the street, so that’s good thinking.” She glanced at Jeff, “You okay for lunch?” Jeff nodded reaching for his coat, “Good, then I’ll see you guys in a couple hours,” she pushed through the curtain.
     Jeff shook his head slowly looking at the curtains settling from her rapid departure, turning to Arnie, “Is it me or is she chasing picket fences like they were wild horses?”
     Arnie frowned, “Honestly, she’d have better luck with the horses.” He picked up his coat, “Come on, let’s go get some lunch. How about O’Malley’s?”
     “Yeah, but I’d better skip the Guinness, I have a sneaky feeling it’s going to be a wild afternoon.”
     “Come on, we’ll take my car,” they walked through the curtain, Arnie tied it back, they headed for the front door, Arnie stopped as though something occurred to him, “Wait, I’ll be right back. He went up to three men standing over a table with small stacks of papers. Arnie spoke to them, turned back to Jeff.
     “Now come on,” he motioned to Jeff walking to the door, “time for lunch.”
     As Jeff climbed into Arnie’s beat up old red Dodge convertible with the torn rag top he laughed, “Arnie, what the hell is this?”
     “Hey, don’t laugh, it’s paid for!” they both laughed together. As the car pulled away Arnie immediately turned toward Jeff as he drove, “So tell me, what’s this about you and a bomb?”
     “I thought you weren’t supposed to talk about cases when you are away.”
     “Are you talking about the agency superstition about discussing cases away?”
     “Yeah, that’s what I heard.”
     “All that superstition stuff is crap, don’t believe it. It’s just an excuse not to work twenty-four seven. So tell me about your suspicion, I really want to know.”
     “I just keep thinking that this guy is going to want a big move, you know to really get this deal killed. What better way to do it?”
     Arnie shook his head, “You know, my friend, if this was coming from anybody else...” his voice trailed off. “So what do you think we should do?”
     “Honestly, I haven’t really thought it out.”
     They pulled up to O’Malley’s, got out of the car heading to the door, once inside went straight to the back room they had been in with the General. A minute later Arnie ordered food for them both, he turned to Jeff, “So, let’s think it out right now. Let’s do a scenario.”
     Jeff sat back looking to the ceiling, “Scenario…” frowning in thought, looking sharply at Arnie, “Okay, we all show up at the ODS office this afternoon. Me, the Arabs, Tom, maybe Shawn but I don’t know about him, get all comfortable with our coffee in one hand, pens in the other, then BOOM!” hands slapping table, “deal is dead. So are all the witnesses. Very clean actually!”
     Arnie stared at Jeff. Then speaking so softly that Jeff had to lean to him, “You mad man, this makes perfect sense. This guy is smart. He wired your room. He sent poison special delivery but the messenger got cold feet. He’s killed two congressmen. The Iranians are paying the bastard five million dollars for this.” He shook his head, “Why couldn’t the room see this, why is it you always have to be the one who figures this shit out?”
     “Arnie, I’m not that smart. It’s probably because I don’t have your guys’ inside view of things. You know, forest through the trees and all that. This is like a really weird little vacation for me, not my job like you guys.”
     “Boy you sure know how to do weird little vacations, that’s for sure.”
     They both leaned back, two tall ice teas were set in front of them along with two big plates of brisket piled on rolls, a huge basket of French fries laid between them. Without another word they dug in stuffing mouths in silence for five minutes.
     Finally Arnie leaned back, took a long sip of tea, wiped his mouth, setting his napkin down. “So we need a plan.”
     “First, remember that the bad guy thinks I’m dead, we need to plan around that. I can only show up to anything once we know the coast is clear, right?” Jeff paused, “Or for maximum effect.”
     “Okay, so how’s this. We will show up in separate cars a few minutes before four, keep everyone in their cars. We will have Tom or somebody else, maybe Shawn go up ahead of us, we will wait on the street until he signals the coast is clear. Then we go up.”
     Jeff finished his food pushing his plate away taking a long drink of tea. “No, not good enough. Maybe we all show up in separate cars like you say, but then we direct everyone to somewhere else, maybe a conference room at the Plaza. Someplace known only to me and you. Or better yet, just you. Then there’s no way the place can be watched or wired or anything.”
     “Yes, that’s good!”
     “Yes,” Jeff leaned forward, “By having everyone show up, already planned we don’t have to risk phone calls or any way to alert the shooter.”
     “Yes, this is good, this is very good! The best part is that this can be done entirely by me and my team, we don’t need to involve anybody else!”
     Arnie’s cell phone rang, he reached into his pocket, pushing a button on the phone, “Arnie here.” He listened, “thanks, good job.”
     Arnie stood, “Come on, we got the meeting with the Iranians at two.”
     “Is that what you were telling the guys before we left?”
     “Yeah, one of them, John, is really well connected, he’s always my go-to guy for that kind of thing. Nancy will be back in time, the three of us can go together.”
     “But we didn’t get the General’s okay yet.”
     “I guess that means we’ll be talking about the weather then.”
     Ten minutes later they were walking through the door of the ops house when Arnie’s phone rang again. He reached into his pocket, “Arnie here,” with a quick smile, “yes sir, but sir, can I get you to hold one minute?” He cupped his hand over his phone, “It’s the General, quick, into the room!”
     Arnie gave a loud whistle, with his left arm swirling over his head followed by a rush of familiar faces dashing to the conference room with Jeff lagging behind, walking through the entry he undid the tie, pulling the curtain taught, sitting down quickly.
     Arnie sat down, “Yes, sir, one more second,” he snapped his fingers at Yvonne for a pen and paper. “Yes, sir, go ahead again, hold on though, let me put you on speaker phone.”
     Arnie pressed a button on his phone, the speaker turned on just in time to hear the General clear his throat. Arnie lowered his mouth to the phone, “Okay, yes sir General, we have our team here, can you hear me General?”
     “Yes, Arnie I can hear you clearly,” Jeff was amazed at the clarity of the voice. “Like I said I have news from the Joint Chiefs pow-wow which I just left.”
     All necks craned toward the voice coming from the tiny box. “Yes General, what is the decision?”
     “They followed my recommendation from our meeting last night. They will approve only the exact mirror deployment to…well you know who to. No more and no fewer systems. You can meet with them to give them a verbal commitment, of course they are to pay for the systems, this is not on the house. Tell them that we will have the usual blah-blah conditions which will be worked out. As for your crazy shooter, you can put whatever conditions on this that you deem necessary. I will want to know those conditions off the record for my own information, there is to be nothing in writing concerning those conditions. As a matter of fact, there is to be nothing in writing about any of this.” Yvonne was writing like a fiend, finally looking up.
     The General cleared his throat again, “Arnie, are you still there?”
     “Yes General, I’m here.”
     “You tell that gentleman who was at the table last night, I’m sorry but I forgot his name.”
     “Do you mean Jeff, sir, the civie that was with us last night?”
     “Yes, him.” The General coughed, “Yes, that’s the one. You tell him that this is really good work. You’ll do that for me, right Arnie?”
     “Well, General,” Arnie smiled to Jeff, “you can tell him yourself, he’s right here.”
     “Jeff? Are you there?”
     Jeff leaned toward the phone still in Arnie’s right hand, “Yes sir, I’m here, and thank you sir. Actually sir, I got the seed of the idea from one of the analysts here, his name is Earl.”
     Earl’s brightened expression nearly jumped off his face and danced around the room.
     “Well Arnie, you tell Earl good job, too. You’ve got a good team there.”
     “Yes sir, thank you sir, we are lucky.”
     “Okay, I’ve got to go, but Arnie keep me posted,” they heard fumbling on the other end, a final click the phone was hung up.
     Arnie turned to Earl, “There, satisfied? You just got an atta-boy from a three-star General!” Earl beamed a huge thankful smile to Jeff.
     “Okay guys, now we have a really busy afternoon, there has been a change of plans that we need to get going right now. Gather around.” He glanced at his watch, “Nancy will be back any minute so we need to get this change of plans going now.”
     It took only three minutes for Arnie to describe the change of the four o’clock meeting at the ODS office dispatching everyone with tasks to make preparations, they all pushed back out through the curtain leaving only Jeff and Arnie in the room.
     It was agreed that the meeting will be at another ops center in Potomac, across the river not far from this location. “It’s not operational, feels more like just a house right now,” Arnie described to Jeff. “I don’t know, the hotel just feels too public.”
     Nancy pushed through the curtains, coming into the room like she was waltzing on air. Arnie looked in wonder at her, turned to Jeff with a look saying what the hell? “You look like you had a heck of a lunch, was it a nooner?”
     She laughed at Arnie, “No, but I’ll tell you what, Shawn is amazing!” she held up a small black-velvet box waiving it around, holding it in front of them opening it. There was a gold necklace with a small golden heart with a decent-sized diamond in the middle, “Isn’t this beautiful?
     “It’s no diamond ring,” Arnie scowled, obviously not taken by this little show of a love tryst amid all the angst of the day.
     “No, but it is a diamond!
     “Here, let me see!” Jeff reached for it. Nancy wouldn’t release it, holding it more closely to Jeff. “Nice! Three-quarter carat?”
     “Oooh, a man who knows his stones! Yes exactly, three-quarter carat! Full GIA, look at the sparkle. Isn’t it beautiful?”
     “Do you need help putting it on?” Jeff offered.
     “No, not now,” she frowned at Arnie, “I wouldn’t want to spoil the mood in here!” She snapped the small box closed, sliding it into her purse.
     Arnie let her waltz to her chair, watching her float down to sitting. She looked so detached from the moment that Jeff wondered how they were going to get her to come around enough to tell her the developments.
     Arnie reached up into the heavens pulling her down hard, “Okay, enough, too much has happened since you left so get the goddam cupids out of your eyes.” Her eyes drifted up to the ceiling dreamily.
     NANCY!”
     It worked.
     She jerked toward Arnie, “What? Why are you yelling at me!”
     Arnie glanced another what the hell look at Jeff, turning to Nancy, “Nancy, get in the game here, things are happening.”
     Nancy expression suddenly changed like somebody had just dumped ice-cold water over her. “So what? What happened? Did we hear from the General?”
     “Yes, and we have a meeting at two with the Iranians!”
     Nancy glanced at her watch, “Two? That’s in a half hour!”
     Sarcastically he turned to Jeff, “What do you know, she can tell time, too!”
     Jeff put up his hands, “Okay you two, enough! Nancy, yes, we got word from the General, Yvonne’s got notes from his call, but I can tell you that we can promise them whatever we are delivering to Saddam, nothing more, nothing less. And that they have to pay for the gear.” He looked to Arnie, “That’s the high points, right?”
     “Yeah, that sums it up.” Turning to Nancy again, “And we are changing the plan for the meeting a four. Remember Jeff’s concern this morning about our killer wanting to do something really big? Well I share that now. So we are changing how we are all going to meet up at the ODS office, we’re changing the meeting venue.”
     “Boy, you guys have been busy!”
     Arnie went on to quickly tell her the plans, they all stood up to grab their coats heading for the door. “I’ve arranged for Ted to drive us,” they walked outside, Ted was sitting in his big black Chevy Caprice.
     Twenty minutes later they were at the garage gate of the Iranian Embassy, Ted rolled down his window pushing buttons on a panel sitting on the curved post, the gate opened.
     Jeff felt really confident that this meeting would be very calm, he patted the little gun in his pocket thinking about all that calmness.
     A minute later they were out of the car approaching a man standing by the same door that Jeff had been taken into yesterday. Jeff recognized the man in the short black beard, one who had abducted him yesterday, the man actually gave a friendly knowing nod to Jeff!
     “Please to follow me,” he said turning through the door. A minute later they were stepping out of the elevator, the second man who had kidnapped him yesterday was standing next to a table holding a white scanning wand. “I will need you to leave your weapons and keys and anything metal.” Nancy reached into her purse pulling out her nine-millimeter Smith and Wesson, Arnie opened his jacket pulling out his Browning. Jeff reluctantly pulled out his Colt, they all three laid their weapons on the table then reached into their pockets laying keys on the table. The man scanned each of them, the man with the beard looked through Nancy’s purse.
     “Very good, now please follow me,” the bearded man turned down the hallway, they followed, the second man brought up the rear.
     In a minute they were back in the same office Jeff had been before with three chairs set in front of the desk, the men seated as before.
     “Wonderful! And you,” Omar stood up reaching his hand to Jeff, they shook politely, “I trust you made it back okay, and your wife, how is she?”
     “She’s fine.”
     “Yes, she is a fine woman. You are a very lucky man to have such a beautiful and charming wife.” Jeff nodded.
     Waving his hands courteously in front of him Omar continued, “So I know you called this meeting, but let me start, this is our Assistant General Consul who happens to be my brother. His name is Abdul.” Abdul stood shaking everyone’s hands.
     “I guess it is my turn,” Jeff said as graciously as he could muster though he suddenly realized how nervous he was hoping it didn’t show in his voice, introducing Nancy and Arnie saying they were affiliated with ODS.
     Jeff noticed peculiar knowing nods exchanged between Arnie and Omar.
     When the introductions were done, Omar turned to Jeff, “So tell me Jeff, why are you here?”
     Jeff glanced toward Nancy and Arnie with a you can step in anytime you want here look but neither stepped up as he started, “We know that you do not want us to go forward with the systems shipment, that you have contracted with a certain person not known to us to try to stop it.”
     Omar nodded, his fingertips together in front of his chest.
     “You have offered me money to also stop it.”
     “Which you took, of course,” looking toward Nancy and Arnie to make sure they knew.
     “Yes, which I took. You remember me asking if there was any way that you would call off your other man but you didn’t commit. As a matter of fact, I believe that he is still contracted with you because you so want to kill―I mean stop―this deal that you figure it’s better to cover all your bases.”
     Omar nodded, “Yes, I have told you how important it is to us that our adversaries do not have an upper hand. It is very unfortunate that our other contractor is using methods that are so violent, but we don’t know the American way in these matters.”
     “Oh Christ, come off it!” Arnie belted out caustically.
     “Arnie, wait!” Jeff scolded.
     Arnie scowled, “Jeff, listen to this guy, he was schooled here. He knows damn well that it’s not the American way to have somebody going around killing congressmen.”
     “Arnie, please,” Jeff turned setting his hand on Arnie’s shoulder lowering his voice, he spoke directly into his ear, “Arnie, this is the home stretch, let me handle this.” Arnie turned to Jeff. “Please?” Arnie nodded.
     Jeff glanced to Abdul, turned back to Omar, “Omar, what if we were to offer another way out of this?”
     Omar sat forward with his hands on the edge of his desk, Abdul turning to him with an inviting expression, both obviously expecting some kind of good news.
     “If we were to make a deal with you, would you call off your killer?”
     “Killer, that is a strong word you use there.”
     Arnie scowled, “Omar, cut the crap! If you want we’ll leave and you can just hope that we don’t go hiring somebody like your guy to come have a little talk with you!”
     A tidal wave of REASON suddenly flooded into the room, both Omar and Abdul sat back feeling the threat washing over them.
     Nancy suddenly picked up Jeff’s line leaning forward, “Listen, Omar, right?” He nodded. “You really have no idea who we are, do you?” He gave a frown showing that this thought was just occurring to him, Nancy continued, “You are on our turf, you have made things really ugly here. You are so over the line that you should expect to hear a big boom any second and be meeting with Allah about two seconds later, do you hear me?”
     Arnie was anxious to jump into the mix, “Omar, you don’t really have an embassy here. We can do whatever we like.”
     Omar and Abdul exchanged nearly frantic glances that were not lost on the other three.
     “So,” Jeff continued, “unlike your little offer to me yesterday which of course was made with the kindest regards but with the threat that I have no choice, we are going to make you an offer that we think you will like, that you will take back to Tehran which they will be very happy to do because you are going to be the best salesman you have ever been in your life. Do you understand?”
     Omar nodded with a worried glance at Abdul.
     Jeff turned to Arnie who spoke up, “Turnabout is fair play, right? We want to make our offer in the same spirit of, how should we say it…oh yes, compulsory participation. That’s fair, right? Just like your offer to Jeff.” Omar nodded frowning. “Omar, our offer is simple. You are doing all this because we are shipping surveillance systems to Iraq, right?” Omar nodded. “You worry about them having an unfair advantage by possessing this advanced technology, right?” Omar nodded again glancing at Abdul who turned to Arnie nodding. “You do understand that it is very difficult for us to call off this deal, right?”
     “Any deal can be called off,” Omar posed tentatively.
     “No, not when the DOD wants it.” Omar sat back again in perplexed silence.
     “So here’s what we propose. We have it from the highest levels of our government, coming directly just in the last hour from a member of our Joint Chiefs of Staff at the Pentagon to make you an offer that you will not refuse, in exchange you will call off your killer.”
     “We do not need money, what could you possibly offer us?”
     “I am authorized to offer you exactly the same number of these UAV surveillance systems that we are selling to Saddam.”
     Omar’s jaw dropped, stunned at these words.
     “You will pay for them, of course, though you have already made a five million dollar down-payment,” Omar looked confused, Arnie couldn’t help but grin, “with the money you tried to give Jeff, remember?” Omar nodded weakly, “There are very complicated logistics to work out, but we will deliver to you exactly the same number of systems and spares. No more. No less.”
     Omar’s blank expression surprised Jeff.
     “How will we know that you are giving us the same?” Abdul’s quivering voice was so soft Jeff had to lean forward to hear.
     “You will have the word of a three-star General, the man in charge of middle-eastern affairs at the Pentagon. None of this will be in writing.” Abdul’s expression showed abdication to this point.
     “And none of this will have ever happened.”
     These words seemed to wake Omar, “Well this is news, certainly. But you understand that this decision is above my level. It is late in the night in Tehran, I cannot have an answer for you until tomorrow morning at the earliest.”
     “What do you think the answer will be?” Nancy smirked.
     Omar looked deeply around the faces in front of him realizing that he was being offered a chance to get out of a very complicated situation that was entirely of his making. He looked at his brother’s pleading eyes knowing that he had no choice.
     “The answer will be yes.”

-----------------------------------------------

NOW READ THE NEXT CHAPTER IN
K STREET!




Also, if you enjoyed this, please give me a LIKE on Facebook to help spread the word! And thank you!


K Street, Chapter 26

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 26 of K StreetThere's an elephant in the room!

Tuesday, 11:08 AM: Die in Prison
Jeff demands to be heard on his suspicion that the murderer wants to kill everyone! Then Earl mentions the elephant in the room ... Shawn! 
If you enjoy this, please take time to LIKE this on Facebook!




Thanks for taking time, and enjoy!
- Chris Lamela

------------------------------------------------------------------

Author contact: Chris Lamela, chris@chrislamela.com, 707-566-8790 PST

---------------------------------------------------------------------

               K Street, Chapter 26


Tuesday, 11:08 AM: Die in Prison

     The room was utterly silent, a sponge of dead air sucking up even the stray sounds that dared to come through the black drape.
     “Okay, Jeff, thank you for your warm words of encouragement!” Arnie slapped his hands together, “okay then, let’s move on.”
     Jeff turned to Arnie, “Look,” he glanced around the room, “guys, none of this is pleasant, but we have a chance to trap this guy. I’m telling you, something’s going to happen this afternoon, if we don’t take advantage of it more people are going to get hurt!”
     “Jeff, we heard you but―”
     “ARNIE, DON’T DISMISS ME!” Jeff’s chest heaved so hard it surprised even him, the room jerked back amazed at the outbreak from this soft-spoken man.
     Nancy jumped up, “Jeff, stop it!”
     Jeff turned to her defiantly, “No! I won’t!”
     She stared at him, glanced to Arnie who was shrugging with I don’t know what to do here in his eyes hands raised.
     Nancy sat back down, her elbows on the table, head in her hands, glancing to Jeff, sitting up turning to him, “Jeff, I’m going to give you the floor. I remember what you did in Atlanta,” she looked around the table in explanation, “this guy did amazing things back there,” there was a mixture of confused looks mixed with knowing nods.
     “I should know better,” she looked to Arnie, “you should know better,” back to Jeff, “that your intuition is good. All I know is that we are like little fleas hanging on the tail of the dog right now. And I hate it!” She looked around the room, “Isn’t that right? We are not in control here.” There were deep nods, everyone knowing she was absolutely right. “Maybe Jeff has ideas that can get this godammed investigation back on track. You heard the General yesterday, finding this guy is our only job.” She glanced around the room, back at Jeff, “I mean, it’s only one guy, how hard can that be?”
     She sat down leaning back motioning with her hands to Jeff that the floor was his.
     Jeff scanned the room one more time to make sure he had permission, saw only eager faces.
     “Okay. First we need to look at our advantages.” He motioned to Yvonne, “Notes?” Yvonne nearly jerked forward fumbling for her numbered-page notebook and a pen, in a second attaining her all-ears pose.
     “What do we know that he doesn’t know? First, if we did it right he thinks I’m dead.” Yvonne’s pen scratched on the page. “Second, he doesn’t know that we have our―what do we want to call our deal with the Iranians?”
     Arnie smiled, “Our Sherlock plan.”
     “O-k-a-y, our Sherlock plan,” glancing a quick smile to Arnie who flashed back the smallest encouragement in his smile.
     “Third,” Jeff looked around the room, “come on guys, help me here!”
     “They don’t know about our focus to find him,” came a voice. Yvonne’s pen scribbled.
     “No, I’m sure that he knows that, but does he know that we have pieced this all together?” Jeff grinned, “Well as much as we have pieced together,” waving toward the congressman next to him, “but he may not know that we have all these players in the same room. If this person is an insider with ODS―”
     Earl cocked his head thoughtfully, “Wait, he also doesn’t know that we know he met with the Iranians yesterday morning so that they could tell Jeff about the things that happened in his hotel room!”
     “That means that our man was busy yesterday morning.” Jeff said slowly, “that means that he was arranging things with Kathy, including an early phone call to her, then either a phone call to the Iranians, or a meeting even,” Jeff stroked his chin, the words flowed out.
     Jeff looked around the room, at Yvonne who had barely a few lines in her notebook, “Yeah, alright it’s a bit thin in the things we know department. Now, what don’t we know?”
     “We know nothing about Harold Meyers.” Faces turned to Earl, “I mean we had Tom in here. He is adamant that he needs the deal. What other players are there?”
     Nancy nodded, “You’re right, Harold Meyers, they said that he is the principle congress liaison for ODS, he’s the guy who goes around greasing the skids to make sure that the deals get accepted by other committee members, they call him the back-stop.”
     Turning to Arnie, Nancy scarcely looked at him when he shot up, “Don’t worry, I’m on it,” turned pushing through the curtain.
     As the curtain wafted back down Jeff was suddenly transported back to the big bar at Magic Town with its black curtain at the door. It had reminded Jeff of fences at a zoo keeping the wild beasts from bounding out of their lair, laying waste to all the tourists. That black curtain leading into the bar that he realized separated not just two worlds, but two different universes. This black curtain was the same, dividing the real world from this Gulliver Land that he found himself in; this little world with its own rules that when Jeff thought about it were just as preposterous as the little lands that Gulliver kept finding himself in. Yes, he was in a very strange place, in a very different world.
     The room was quiet, bodies leaned back in various poses of reflection.
     A minute later Arnie pushed back through, “Harold’s not far away, should only be ten, fifteen minutes.”
     Nancy looked around the room, “Okay, let’s take a quick bio break, maybe get some coffee?”
     She jumped up nearly charging through the curtain, everyone stood, slowly filing out the door.
     Arnie and Jeff stayed seated.
     Earl was the last to approach the curtain, turning around to Arnie. “Arnie, can I talk to you in private?”
     “Is it about the case?” Earl nodded. “Sit down, will it be okay if Jeff hears?”
     Earl gave an uncertain glance at Jeff.
     “Sit down, Earl.” Earl walked around the table to sit down again in his same chair.
     “So what is it?”
     “There is one obvious name that is starting to feel like the elephant in the room.”
     Jeff leaned forward, “You mean like a name that everyone knows but is afraid to say?”
     Earl nodded, now Arnie took a sharp interest in this skinny little man with the small-face and wispy comb-over.
     “Well? Who?”
     Earl looked over Arnie’s shoulder anxiously at the black drape hanging across the door.
     Arnie glanced over his shoulder, back to Earl. “Well? Who?”
     “Shawn Roberts.”
     Arnie leaned back quickly, glancing over his shoulder at the curtain behind him, leaned forward again in a soft voice, “Shawn?”
     Earl glanced furtively between Jeff and Arnie, “I mean yes, him! We’ve questioned everyone but him. You’re going to get this Harold guy in here in a few minutes but he’s just going to convince us that he wants the deal. I mean this is his living. He is too high visibility to get away with a comfortable life in the Bahamas, right? But this Shawn guy is all background. Nobody outside ODS even knows his name let alone what he looks like. He’s all black ops, he knows weapons, he speaks Arabic and Farsi.”
     Arnie shook his head, “Yeah, I hear you, Earl, but Nancy…”
     Jeff leaned toward Arnie, “He’s right Arnie! Why are we dancing around this cat? It’s like Perkins back in Atlanta. She thinks she trusts the guy so it’s hands off! Her trust of Perkins nearly got us murdered! I don’t want that to happen here.”
     Arnie turned to Jeff, “Jeff, you know…I mean you know that…all I know is that I don’t want to be the guy who pops this up to her.”
     Jeff leaned back, fingers to his lips.
     “Okay Earl, thanks for this.” Arnie nodded, “Is there anything you can do to flesh this out? Any chance that you can get any evidence? It’s going to take hard evidence to finesse Nancy about this.”
     “Finesse?” Jeff leaned forward again, skeptical at the word, “What’s there to finesse? All we want to do is throw him into the mix.”
     Arnie turned to Jeff, “Come on Jeff, you’ve heard her. Do you know what she’s doing for lunch today?” Jeff shook his head. “She’s going to meet him for their seven-month anniversary!”
     “Seven month? That’s an odd number.”
     “Yeah, get my drift? And he’s insisting on it!”
     “Hmmm, you’re right. It’s going to be real hard to just throw him into the pot.” He gave a wry smile to Arnie, “Tell you what, I wouldn’t want to be the one who pops that up to her either!” Arnie did not laugh.
     Jeff leaned back thinking what an amazing cover it would be if Shawn was really the guy. But he couldn’t do it alone. Could he? He shook his head feeling like Nancy had to have already been through this in her head, that she had already consciously thought of him, had knowingly tossed him out as a suspect.
     She had to, right?
     “But it’s okay,” Arnie signaled the two to lean in toward him, he whispered, “this will be just between us.” He turned to Earl, “But Earl, this is your little project. I don’t want you to try an inclusive approach, though, go for exclusion, it will be easier.”
     “Inclusion, exclusion?” Jeff asked.
     “Yes,” turning back to Earl, Arnie continued, “like we know the guy had to be really busy yesterday morning. You need to find a way to know that Shawn couldn’t have been that guy, some way of finding out that he was, say, at breakfast with Nancy. Exclude him. It will be easier.” Arnie leaned back looking to the ceiling, back to Earl. “I don’t know how to do that.”
     Earl shrugged.
     Arnie sat back again just as he heard voices on the other side of the curtain sounding ready to come back in. “Earl, I don’t know how you’re going to do it, but I trust you. Sharpen up those sharp ears of yours, also think of any way you can get corroboration, okay?”
     Earl nodded thoughtfully, glanced at the curtain, he stood up with hands pulling it back, “Can I be excused for a few minutes?”
     Arnie nodded, “Yeah, I can use a break, too, how about you Jeff?” Jeff nodded, they stood turning to brush shoulders with Nancy followed by others pushing back through the curtain.
     “Where you guys going?”
     “Bio break,” Arnie smiled, he and Jeff continued through the door.
     They walked to the bathroom. Arnie waved Jeff to go first. A minute later he came back out, Arnie stepped in. Jeff watched the buzz of activity in the ops room, noticing Earl sitting wearing headphones at a table, scratching on paper in front of him.
     A second later Arnie emerged, “You know, Jeff, I could use a little air, want to step out back with me?” he walked past Jeff toward a door leading out to a tiny backyard, Jeff followed.
     The overcast had turned to a light rain. They both stood under the eaves in silence.
     “You know, our cast of characters is pretty small. I only count three, how about you?”
     “Three?”
     “Yeah.” Arnie rubbed his hands together in the fifty-five degree cold. “We have the congressman still, but I don’t think it’s him. He’s a frightened little mouse, I doubt he could act the fear he is showing, plus like Earl said, he’d have trouble hiding out anywhere, too well known.” He rubbed his hands burying them in his pockets. “There’s this guy coming over, what’s his name?”
     “Harold something.”
     “Yeah, Harold. But…but we’ll see. There’s Shawn. But there’s also the Iranians.” He turned to Jeff, “I know what you told us, it sounds like the killer is not one of their men, but I really don’t trust those bastards.” He smiled, “What’s that line from that movie…what’s it called…oh, yeah Princess Bride where the guy is hanging on the cliff and he says that he can’t trust the other guy because he’s known too many Spaniards?” Jeff laughed remembering one of his favorite lines from one of his favorite movies.
     “Well, I’ve known too many Iranians!” They both laughed turning to the door, soon both sitting at the conference table.
     There was a new face at the table, Nancy pointed to him, “Gentlemen, this is Harold Meyers.” Harold made a gracious effort to stand with his hand out, turned looking around at blank faces, sat down again. Wow, this is the congressional glad-hander?
     All eyes turned to Nancy, “Okay everyone,” turning to Harold, “and Harold…” Intently she flipped through a couple pages in front of her…studying…taking a long time…studying, Jeff realized that she was pretending to be looking at notes wondering at this little almost ceremony, “First, this meeting is top secret. You are not to share that you have been here with anyone do you understand? And I mean nobody!” Harold nodded.
     “So Harold, I am pretty sure you’ve heard about what’s going on?”
     He shrugged with a blank expression saying that he hadn’t heard anything.
     “You don’t know about the congressmen?”
     His face clearly showed I don’t know what you’re talking about.
     “You don’t know that two congressmen on the ODS advisory board were murdered?”
     His expression dropped, “Murdered, what do you mean murdered?”
     “You mean you haven’t been told by anyone that there’s someone going around killing people,” glancing at Jeff, “and trying to kill other people?”
     “What do you mean murdered, is this some kind of joke?”
     “Harold,” Nancy’s stern expression clearly said this is no joke, “you mean you haven’t heard anything about this?”
     He gasped, “No, nothing. I spend all my time on the Hill. Why would I have heard anything? I mean, I’m up there all the time, I know everything that’s going on but I haven’t heard anything like this! Is this some kind of joke? Why would someone murder congressmen?”
     “To stop the UAV deal.”
     “Why would anyone want to stop that deal? It’s not weapons, it’s just a few planes that go up to look around. Why would someone want to stop the deal?”
     “When’s the last time you spoke to Tom McAllister?”
     “Or to anyone associated with ODS,” Arnie interjected.
     Nancy gave Arnie a sharp glance, back to Harold, “When’s the last time you spoke to Tom?”
     Harold looked to the ceiling, back to Nancy, “Not since Friday afternoon. He called to tell me the export permit was done, that he received payment. He wanted me to go to some function Friday night but I was already committed so I couldn’t.”
     “When will you be in contact with him again?”
     “This afternoon at four in the ODS office for the signing.” He looked around the room, back to Nancy, “Nancy, what’s going on here, who are these people, why did you bring me here? I don’t know anything about any murders. I certainly don’t know anything about trying to cancel this deal.”
      “Do you want to stop this deal?”
      Harold became frightened, “God no! I need this! I have been working with Tom and Shawn on this for almost two years. I really need this deal. I desperately need this deal!”
     Arnie looked back and forth between Nancy and Harold, starting to have doubts about bringing him here, worried they might have tipped their hand.
     “Look, Harold,” Arnie’s tone was flat, “I am with the DOD, these guys here are all DOD, you know that it’s legit for us to look into deals like this. Our directive is to make this deal happen, it comes from the president’s office, do you understand?”
     Harold looked intently at Arnie, he continued, “Nancy’s association with ODS is well known by us, we approve of it.” He looked to Nancy, “She pulls strings in DOD the same way you go around to grease the skids in congress. She’s the one who got your DOD approvals. You know this business well enough to know that we don’t give a damn how many people on the hill vote for something. You know that we can kill any deal we want,” he raised his hands to emphasize his next words, “or sandbag the hell out of it effectively killing any deal we want. That’s the DOD prerogative.”
     Harold gave an acknowledging nod.
     Arnie stood up, “So we need to keep this little meeting a secret between us, this is classed five, got it?”
     “I know, top secret.”
     “Nobody, and I mean nobody is to know about this meeting, is that clear? Like Nancy said, and I’m telling you again. Nobody.”
     Harold stood nodding.
     “If I find out that anyone and I mean anyone hears about your being here we will not only kill the deal but I will personally make sure you die in prison.”
     Harold glanced at the curtain anxiously.
     “Furthermore, we don’t want you at the signing meeting. Your attendance is not required.”
     Harold nodded glancing again at the door.
     Arnie waved him toward the door, “Yeah, okay, you can go.” Harold sprinted through the curtain.
     Nancy turned to Arnie in wonder smiling.
     “Die in prison?”

-----------------------------------------------

NOW READ THE NEXT CHAPTER IN
K STREET!




Also, if you enjoyed this, please give me a LIKE on Facebook to help spread the word! And thank you!



K Street, Chapter 25

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 25 of K Street...

Jeff fears the murderer wants to kill everyone!

Tuesday, 9:03 AM: Kill Everyone
Nancy finds Jeff naked again! Then he overhears Nancy calling him a stupid son of a bitch! They try to figure the murderer's next move when suddenly Jeff realizes that the murderer wants to kill everyone!
If you enjoy this, please take time to LIKE this on Facebook!






Thanks for taking time, and enjoy!
- Chris Lamela

------------------------------------------------------------------

Author contact: Chris Lamela, chris@chrislamela.com, 707-566-8790 PST

---------------------------------------------------------------------

               K Street, Chapter 25

Tuesday, 9:03 AM: Kill Everyone

     Jeff woke with a start at the sound of four knocks on his door. He sat up startled, looking around the darkened room trying to remember where he was, sunlight creeping around the drapes.
     Four knocks rattled again.
     “Coming! Coming!” He swung his legs onto the floor standing up starting for the door, looking down realizing he had no pants on, turned to snatch his PJ bottoms sliding into them.
     Opening the door he saw Hank’s face, “Good morning, I see you’re still alive.” Jeff frowned. “You need to place your room service order,” glancing at his watch, “we need to be at the ops center in an hour and ten minutes.
     Jeff nodded without a word, closing the door. He walked up to the window, pulled open the drapes, light flooding into the room. Turning to the little coffee machine he picked up a little packet of coffee ripping off the top with his teeth, reached for the coffee carafe, went into the bathroom. A minute later he emerged, poured water into the machine, setting it all up for his first cup. As the machine started to bubble he looked to the phone on the desk, saw the room service menu. He glanced at it realizing he was really hungry so he placed an order for a three-egg omelet, bacon, toast with a large glass of orange juice.
     Setting the phone down he headed into the shower. He heard the door open, he turned the water off hearing, “Room service!”
     “Yeah, hold on, give me a second!” he called through the door, hurried to dry off, realizing he didn’t bring any clothes into the bathroom with him. He opened the bathroom door looking out at a young man in a dapper uniform facing the door, “Sorry, but can I catch your tip next time?”
     “Sir, your room is fully covered including tips. Is there anything else you need besides your breakfast?”
     Jeff could smell the wretched coffee from the little package, “Do you guys have real coffee that you can bring up?”
     “Yes sir, you mean like a cappuccino?”
     “Yeah, that sounds good, a double maybe?”
     “Yes sir, I can have that up here in less than ten minutes.”
     Jeff nodded, “Thanks, that would be great,” closing the door.
     A couple minutes later he emerged from the bathroom naked, looked to the food tray laying on a stand next to the bed.
     “Nice!” came a voice.
     Jeff turned with a start. There was Nancy sitting in the corner chair.
     “Jesus Nancy, can’t you wait until I actually let you in or are you that determined to see me naked every chance you get?”
     She stood up, carefully scanning Jeff up and down smiling, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
     “You mean that I am still alive?”
     “Yeah, Arnie says that you had another close call.”
     He walked to the closet, pulled an ironed shirt off a hanger, putting it on, “Yeah, I sure could have used you bursting in last night,” laughing thinking to himself but only the first time I saw her last night! Stepping over to his luggage, he rooted around for underwear putting them on, sat on the bed next to the tray of food, pulling the metal dome cover off the plate, the room filling with the smell of eggs and bacon.
     “Can I eat?” he smiled picking up a fork.
     “Yes, that’s fine, I just wanted to stop by. I’m going over, we’ll see you in a bit.”
     He waved to her, his mouth full of omelet, she smiled walking out the door. A minute later there was the four quick knocks, the door opened, the room service waiter came in holding a saucer with a huge cappuccino, “Here you go sir, real coffee!” Jeff laughed, his mouth full of food motioning to the tray for him to set it down.
     Thirty minutes later Jeff was in the back seat behind darkened windows driving in Hank’s Crown Vic heading to the ops center in Cookes Park. Hank turned to Jeff as he drove, “I hear you had a hell of a night.”
     Jeff laughed, “Yeah, I guess word gets around with you guys, huh?”
     “Rumor has is that you had a hell of a good night!
     Jeff sat back wistfully, “Yeah, a hell of a good night.”
     Hank laughed, “We all have to know what’s going on,” glancing a grin to Jeff, “and I mean everything.
     Jeff looked up at the overcast sky, “Yeah, I had a hell of a day yesterday. A hell of a day. Hell of a night.” Smiling to himself, “Yep, hell of a night.”
     Soon Jeff was walking into the ops center behind Hank. There were probably twenty people in the room, all intently heads down. Suddenly Jeff realized that there were voices yelling in another room with the door closed. He walked toward the door to listen realizing the voices were Nancy and Arnie.
     Jeff looked around nervously not sure if he should be listening, but everyone was so busy trying to conspicuously ignore this that nobody made any motion about his standing at the door.
     “I already told you. I didn’t call because you told me you needed a night alone. You’ve been on how many nights straight!” Arnie sounded exasperated like this argument had been going on for a while.
     “But that stupid son-of-a-bitch found himself that goddam slut that was going to kill him! You should have called me!”
     Stupid son-of-a-bitch?
     “It was all done by the time I got there, I told you she lost her nerve, it was all done before I even got there. There was no reason to call you!”
     “But why did he call you?”
     “Because you forgot to give him your phone number. At least I knew enough to plug mine into his phone’s memory! What was he supposed to do? Call 911?”
     “Jesus, you’re right.” Jeff could hear her voice subsiding. “I forgot to give him my number, we talked about it, but so much happened yesterday. I just forgot.”
     “Plus you told me how Shawn is getting so pissed off that you are never around, I really wanted to give you a break.”
     “Come on, we need to get to the meeting,” Jeff heard Nancy’s voice, he crept away from the door, was standing at the door with the black curtain tied to one side when the door to their room opened.
     Jeff made to turn nonchalantly, “Hey you guys, I just got here!”
     Nancy glanced around the room sensing instantly that their argument had been overheard, the wooden stiffness of the people near them gave it away. She raised her hands, “Guys, I’m sorry, but Arnie and I had a little disagreement about something, everything’s okay.” Arnie stepped up putting his arm around Nancy’s shoulders smiling his big smile without a word, his expression saying, “See? Friends!
     Nancy pushed past Jeff into the conference room, Arnie walking up leaning his head to Jeff in a whisper, “Jesus, if she found out you went up to have sex with your little murderer she would have shot me!”
     Jeff laughed turning to the conference room following Arnie in, sighing at the thought of laying with her last night.
     Even if for only an hour.
     Walking into the room there was the familiar cast with the addition of the last surviving congressman, Roger Clement. Impulsively Jeff walked around the table sitting next to Roger, turning to him, “You remember me, from the other day?”
     Roger had been looking forward vacantly, suddenly snapping to, he turned to Jeff, “Yes, I remember, Jeff, right?” holding out his to hand. Jeff took it, they shook, the congressman’s dead-fish grip telling Jeff everything he needed to know about his frame of mind.
     “So I hear we have both been having a hell of a few days,” Jeff spoke ironically.
     “I haven’t heard anything about you, but yeah, this situation is really out of hand.”
     Nancy stood up, turned to loosen the tie on the black drape, pulling it closed, turning back to the room.
     “Okay everybody,” Nancy spoke in purposeful voice, “first, Arnie, the forensics on the poison.”
     “Pretty classic stuff, arsenic.”
     Jeff clutched his hand to his throat at the thought that he was a second away from a big gulp of arsenic.
     “Arsenic, not very creative,” Nancy replied glancing at Jeff, “really easy to get.” Jeff clasped his throat again, rolling his eyes back, flopping his head forward comically, listening, very disappointed his little jesting theatrics drew not a single snigger. Nancy continued dryly, “But, the good news is that he didn’t drink it,” glancing at Jeff with an are you satisfied? look. “Okay, moving on, there have been a lot of developments.” Jeff felt a little hurt that they didn’t seem all that interested in his near demise, turning back to Nancy who continued, “Arnie, anything else?”
     “You could say that, it turns out that Jeff’s room at the Hilton was wired to the teeth.”
     Jeff turned quizzically, “Probably?”
     “Yeah, they managed to get in there to strip it out, but they must have been in a hurry because of the mess they made of the smoke alarm, they even left foam tape inside the phone. They broke the flange on the smoke alarm, when our guys tapped it the whole thing fell to the floor.”
     “They had a camera in there?”
     “Oh, man, I’ll bet that was some entertaining video!” Nancy laughed out loud.
     Jeff turned to her with a hurt expression, “Not funny!
     She raised her hands, though really to quell her own amusement. “So this really makes sense, how our shooter knew so much about that woman, how the Iranians knew so much when you met them, right?” Jeff nodded. “The question is who set that all up.”
     “You all know about the kidnapping yesterday and this other incident last night,” pointing to Jeff, “that is relevant only to our murderer definitely still out there, that he is very resourceful.” She pointed to Jeff again, “What you don’t know is that our good friend here came up with a brilliant idea about how to try to bring this all under control. That’s the first part of this meeting. After we are done with that briefing, we will be playing scenarios to try to map out the rest of the day at least. We are all ears to ideas about how to find our man.”
     She turned to Jeff, “It was your idea about the Iranians so please tell everyone, then I will tell about the meeting with the General.”
     Jeff took a deep breath, explained his proposal about balancing the equation by providing Iran with the same UAV systems that they were sending to Saddam, how it all came to him as he pointed to Earl.
     Earl beamed that he had planted the seeds for Jeff’s idea, though Jeff could tell by his expression that Earl wasn’t too certain about whether he actually was getting to claim any credit. Earl couldn’t help but speak up to test if credit might still be forthcoming, “I don’t remember exactly what I said, but if I planted any seeds for this―and Jeff, this is brilliant!―then I am really happy that I helped.”
     Nancy looked away from Earl dismissively, “So we met last night with the General,” Nancy continued, Jeff noticed Earl’s deflation that nobody even hinted at an accolade aimed his direction, “he is going to try to get to the Joint Chiefs this morning. With any luck we should get word after lunch that it’s a go. If that happens we’ll try to get another meeting with the Iranians to see if we can get them to call off their pit bull.”
     “Wow, a happy ending!” came a voice in the room.
     Jeff noticed the congressman wince, feeling he needed to correct the comment Jeff spoke out instructively, “Hey, two dead congressmen don’t make a happy ending!”
     The congressman flashed a grateful glance toward Jeff.
     “So now, even if the Iranians call off their little dog, we still need to catch the bastard,” Arnie spoke up. “We need to figure out how to use all that we are planning here to draw him out.” He glanced around the room fiercely, “We really need to get this bastard.”
     Jeff glanced to the congressman’s morose face, then from face-to-face around the table.
     Think think think.
     “What can we use, bait?” Jeff said almost to himself.
     “Bait,” a voice came up in echo.
     “Yeah, bait,” he looked back and forth to Nancy and Arnie, “you know, bait. Like in Atlanta when we managed to…” but suddenly he didn’t want to finish the story. He sat back glancing at the congressman next to him, “I mean we do have built-in bait right here! Two pieces of bait!”
     Startled, the congressman’s head jerked toward Jeff.
     Arnie put up his hands directed to the congressman, “No, no, don’t worry congressman, it’s way too dangerous, we wouldn’t even think of using you like this.”
     Roger smiled appreciatively at Arnie.
     “Okay,” Jeff persisted, “it could be dangerous. But show me better bait!” He looked sternly at Arnie, “I mean make up your mind, do you want to catch this guy or not? Once the deal gets done with the Iranians, this guy is just going to disappear. You know it!”
     Arnie gave Jeff the same encouraging smile he’d seen before, a smile that said okay, keep going…
     “Let’s think this through. The bad guy thinks that the deal is going to be done this afternoon at four, right?” Nods. “The meeting is being held at the ODS office, right?” More nods. “That means that he has,” he glanced at his watch, “less than six hours to make his move.”
     “What’s your sense the move will be?”
     Jeff leaned back reflectively, “I don’t know, but this son-of-a-gun is really determined. I can imagine that he feels like he has been more successful than not, right? This guy thinks big by killing congressmen, trying to poison me, god knows who else. This guy likely has lots of weapons connections, right? But he’s got to be losing patience. I mean think about it, all this work with that woman to poison me, that takes a lot of time and planning. Time is running out, so now he feels pressure to make his move. And I mean to make a really big move!”
     “Like what?” came a voice.
     “If it were me, if I was in this guy’s shoes, I’d blow up the whole damned ODS office with all of us in it!”
     “Blow up the whole office? That’s ridiculous!” came another voice.
     “Why is that ridiculous? If you want to really make sure you kill a deal, you don’t just kill a congressman or two.”
     “What else would you do?”
     “The answer’s simple,” Jeff studied the eyes locked on him.
     “It would be easy,” he almost whispered, necks craned to hear his words, he felt even more certain.
     “You kill everyone!
 
-----------------------------------------------

NOW READ THE NEXT CHAPTER IN
K STREET!

http://chrislamela.blogspot.com/2012/09/k-street-chapter-26.html

Also, if you enjoyed this, please give me a LIKE on Facebook to help spread the word! And thank you!