Date: Tue, 7 Aug 2012 09:12:57 -0600 From: Michael king Subject: Lives Changed 6C Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The people do not exist except in my mind. This work is copyrighted and I ask that you do not copy, post or electronically download without my express permission. If you are too young to be in here or it is illegal in your state, then please leave, as I do not wish anything bad to happen to you. Email me with your comments to: thewriter1@live.ca NOTE: I know that we all enjoy these pages and wish for them to be here for a long time. We, the writers, take pride in being able to give you all a few minutes of pleasure. So please think of the time spent putting these pages up and donate just a bit to Nifty so we can keep going. I want to take this time also to thank everyone that has sent me a note. A special thanks to Larry in California for editing and also to a great writer and friend, Miguel Sanchez. Lives Changed 6-C Notes and arrests Malcolm and his family were at home, sitting back, relaxing and watching the news after a hectic week. In Washington, Eric Stobbel had finished his news special on Malcolm and was speaking with officials in the government. Patrick had gone home to a generally warm welcome from almost everyone, but his mother seemed to be distancing herself from him. Patrick was too tired to notice it right off; he just put his bags in his room and brought out the gifts he had gotten for his family. In the upscale neighborhood of Naples, Jordan Martin was lying on his bed and smiling. So far he had managed to keep himself in the clear concerning the deaths of his father and Collin Danvers. In Jordan's mind, all he could think about was getting Malcolm all for himself. Sure, he had picked on Malcolm and Patrick, even bullied the two, but this was Jordan's way of getting Malcolm to notice him. He was obsessed with the kid, not so much for Malcolm himself, but for what Malcolm had, especially the loving family he always had around. Then there was the money and the freedom to be whom and what he wanted to be. In Jordan's mind, taking out the people that tried to hurt Malcolm was doing what was right. But Jordan also knew that to have him for himself he would have to find a way to make Malcolm realize that he was meant to be Jordan's. Then there was that little guy, Patrick, who was always hanging around Malcolm, and as long as he was around Jordan felt he didn't have a chance with Malcolm. For the rest of the night Jordan just lay on his bed thinking of ways to get Patrick out of Malcolm's life. <><><><><> Across the city in a small two-bedroom apartment, a cup of steaming coffee was on the table and the smell of stale tobacco smoke was in the air. Tyrone Jackson sat at the table putting together all his notes as he waited for the night to end. Three years of hard work and role-playing culminated on this night, and now he was ready. Once his carefully prepared files were together, Tyrone turned off the lights and, taking his flash drives with him, crawled into bed. Tyrone's sleep was a quiet peaceful one until the sounds of an alarm brought him violently awake and confusing him for a moment. Dressing quickly, Tyrone made sure that he had his files and flash drives as he tried to exit his apartment, only to find his way blocked by fire. Anthony Richardson (who liked to be called Antone) stood on the sidewalk and watched as the building he had just torched burned. Antone was being paid big money to set the place on fire and to make sure that Tyrone Jackson's apartment got the brunt of the damage. His dad and the people he worked with on the school board didn't want the information Jackson had ever getting out. If it did, then David Richardson, and a lot of other people, would be going to jail. It was David who hired his son, who had already been convicted of arson, to do the job. Antone's smile grew as he watched flames begin to fully engulf the building. He got into the building earlier that night under the pretence of seeing a friend, then just hid out inside until he felt the time was right. Using a flammable liquid and a yard sprayer, Antone sprayed the hallway and door to Tyrone's apartment, then worked his way back towards the stairs before igniting it all and running from the building. As soon as he saw the fire in the hallway and around his door, Tyrone turned back into the apartment and climbed out the back window. "Good thing I live on the second floor," he thought as he hung by his fingers before dropping onto the lawn below. Tyrone quickly walked around to the back of the building and over to his car. Leaning on the hood, he took out his cell phone and, not caring the time, punched up Tony Marchand's number, not really caring if he woke the guy up or not. "Marchand here. Who the hell is this?" Tony answered in a groggy voice. "Tony, this is Tyrone Jackson, we spoke a while back. I need to know if you still have that file I gave you?" Tyrone answered. "No, I sent it to Washington. Why?" "Well, someone doesn't want it out. They torched my apartment tonight." "Are you okay and some place safe?" "I am okay, but I have to wait for the fire department and police to talk to everyone." "Well, you did have other copies, right?" "I'm not a rookie that would just have one copy, of course I have others. In fact, they are on my flash drives as well." "Sorry, Tyrone, I know you're not a rookie. Look, when you get finished talking to everyone there why don't you come by the house and we can talk some more." "I don't know if I'll have time. I have to see the AG and DA this morning, and after that it is going to be hell. I have the local FBI office helping me because I don't know who I can trust at the police department." "Well, if you find out anything that has to do with Malcolm Daniels, I want to know about it right away." "Don't worry, you'll be the second person to see it. Now I have to go, some officer is heading my way." "Okay, call me if you run into problems." "Are you one of the tenants?" the cop asked as Tyrone put his phone away. "Yes, I am FBI Agent Tyrone Jackson. Who are you?" Tyrone asked. "Okay, I am Sam Johnson, Naples PD. Can I ask what a Fed is doing here?" Sam asked. "Nice to meet you, Officer Johnson, and as for why I'm here, that is on a need to know basis, unless you want to tell me why a small town police officer got hooked up with the secret service in a hostage rescue," Tyrone replied "How did you hear about that?" "As you said, I'm a Fed. Now I want to know, did you get the person who started the fire?" "Not yet, but the modus operandi is one we have seen before, so we know where to look. Can you tell me why they targeted your floor?" "I have an idea, but again I can't say." "Well, the Fire Marshal will want to talk to you also, but just to be safe, don't tell him you're a Fed. Oh, and the next time you talk to Tony tell him I said hello." Sam laughed as he walked away. After talking with the Fire Marshal, Tyrone got into his car and set out to find a motel for the rest of the night. He needed his sleep if he was going to bust everyone the following day. <><><><><> Tony, awakened by the call from Tyrone, sat in the kitchen having a coffee when he heard the sound of shuffling feet. Looking up, he saw that Aaron was standing there with Midnight at his side. He smiled at the little guy and watched as Aaron led his puppy to the back door and let him out. Aaron followed his pup so Tony stood and followed. There was no way that Tony was going to have another incident like the one involving Patrick. Standing at the door Tony watched as Midnight did his business and then came back to lie beside Aaron. Tony just stood watching as Aaron slowly lay down beside Midnight and, while rubbing his side, started whispering to him. "I'm glad you living here with us. You got a new family like me and my brother did, but where you comed from at least you didn't get yelled at or beaten or had others do nasty stuff to you. Here we are never yelled at and none of that other stuff. Malcolm and his dad loves us; so does Papa. And I love you, Midnight, you're the bestest friend I got." As Aaron started to fall back to sleep, Midnight lifted his head and gave Aaron a little lick on his cheek. Tony, hearing this, was almost in tears, but he held them off as he saw Aaron starting to fall back to sleep. Tony was about to pick Aaron up when Donnie walked around the side of the house. "Hey Tony, what brings... Is he all right?" "Yes. He just brought Midnight out to do his thing, and then the two just lay here talking. Aaron is almost asleep again, so if you grab the door I'll carry the little guy back to his bed." "Sure, I can do that. Would you bring me a coffee when you come back out?" "Yes, I can do that. Donnie, have you ever heard the boys mention their last name from before Richard adopted them?" "I don't recall then saying anything about that, but Richard would know. Why?" "Oh, just something I want to look into." With Aaron back in bed and Donnie drinking his coffee, Tony again stood on the back porch staring up at the sky. Grabbing his phone off his hip, he searched and found the number that Sam Johnson had given him. Punching it in he waited for it to be picked up on the other end. "Hi, you have reached Sam Johnson, I am unable to come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name, number and a brief message I will return your call as soon as I am able. Thank-you," Sam's voice mail responded. "Sam, this is Tony Marchand of the Secret Service, I need you to call me ASAP. You have my number and, no, this can't wait," Tony spoke into the phone. Forty-five minutes later Tony was still sitting on the porch. He had calmed down some, but there was still anger in him, not because Aaron had come out with his pup, but because of what had happened to those two little boys. He was still thinking about it when his phone chirped. "Marchand here." "Hey, Tony, you called. It sounded important." "It is. I want to know if your department has ever had a missing child report on two little boys, brothers," Tony responded. "Well, I'm not at the station right now, but I can find out as soon as I get back. What are the boys' names?" "Zeke and Aaron Daniels now. I'm not sure what their last name was before they were adopted." "That might make it harder, but not difficult. Let me call you back later and we can go from there." "Okay, and thanks for your help." "Not a problem." Hanging up, Tony felt better; he had started looking for the jerks that had hurt the boys. Leaning back in the chair, Tony closed his eyes and soon was sleeping, only once more to be awakened by the sound of a door opening, this time with the sun hitting the side of his face. "You look like crap," Richard said as he handed Tony a fresh coffee. "Thanks, I feel like it, too. How's Aaron this morning?" Tony asked. "He's fine, why did something happen?" Richard queried. "Not really, he got up to let his pup out last night and I heard him talking. I don't mean to pry, but what was Zeke and Aaron's last name before you adopted them?" "I think you do mean to pry, but I think you heard something that has you upset. I don't know what those two went through before coming to live here, but whatever it was has hurt them deep. As to their last name it was Walters. Whatever you do Tony, don't hurt them, because if you do..." "I'm not going to hurt them! I'm insulted that you would even think that. I just want to try and help those two." "I apologize, but, just so you know, I love those two boys just as if they were my own blood," Richard said as he walked back into the house. <><><><><> Malcolm awoke to both Zeke and Aaron bouncing on his bed, their laughter breaking through the sleep-fog and making Malcolm smile. "G'morning, turkeys. What has you all in a giggly mood?" Malcolm asked as he tried to sit up. "We just wanted to wake you up," Zeke laughed. "Besides, Papa has breakfast going and said it was time." "Okay, you two run and get dressed and let me do the same," Malcolm said. "Okay," Zeke said as he started for the door, then stopped. "Malcolm, how come Jamie didn't come back with us?" "Well, he is going to be living with Agent Stillwaters for a while." "Oh, but I like him. He's like you, a kewl brother." "I'm glad you like him. He has changed a lot over the past few weeks. Now go get dressed-and help Aaron." Having dressed and eaten his breakfast, Malcolm joined his brothers outside in the back yard playing with Midnight. After about an hour of that, Malcolm sat down and started writing. His dad came out and called everyone together. "Boys, I have something to ask you all." "What is it dad?" Malcolm asked. "Well, your Papa told me that you wanted me to run for governor, and I have thought about it, but I want to know how all of you feel about that." "I think it would be good. At least we would have someone in the office that is honest and caring," Malcolm spoke up. "Besides, I was told to run for the school board, and I'm going to, but I am also going to try for the chairmanship." "What?" Richard gasped. "Yes! Even Patrick said I should go for it. Now all I have to do is let the reporters know." "Well, it looks like we both are going to be really busy for awhile." "We getta help too, don't we?" Zeke asked as he watched Aaron playing with his puppy. "Yes, I won't leave my bro's out of this." "Okay, just wanted to know," Zeke laughed and then ran off. "Well, Dad, you want me to write your speeches for you?" Malcolm laughed. "No, I think I can do that, but maybe you can read them over before I give them." "I can do that. Now let's go talk to the reporters that are standing around out front and let them know what we're doing." "Sure, gather up your brothers and let's all go out." "No, Dad. Let them play; look at them, they're smiling and having fun." "You're right, and that's something I doubt they've had a lot of." After asking Tony and Donnie to join them, Malcolm and his dad went out the front door. Looking around, Tony sent Morrison and Marsten into the back yard to watch Aaron and Zeke while the agents gathered around Malcolm. As he walked to the end of the driveway, Malcolm saw that both Amelia Jenkins and Eric Stobbel were there along with a few other news reporters. "May we have your attention, please?" Malcolm called out. As soon as the reporters had gathered close, Richard stepped up. "Good morning, everyone. I am Richard Daniels, the father of Malcolm here and it is with great trepidation and myriad misgivings that I am announcing that I am running for the office of Governor of the State of Florida. I will be running on my own name, and not that of my son," Richard announced. "Mr. Daniels, Eric Stobbel; I am with the Channel Two and CNN news groups. "Can you tell us why you have made this decision?" "It was because both my father and son have said that it is time to have an honest state government," Richard answered. "What makes you think you can do a better job than Eric Richardson?" "I know I can do a better job, because I am willing to listen to the people." "Malcolm, what do you think of your dad's decision?" Amelia Jenkins asked. "I think it is good, and he did talk to all of us in the family about it. That's not all, either. I am announcing today that I am running for the Florida Board of Education, but not just as a trustee-I am going for the Commissioner's position." When Malcolm said that, you could almost hear a pin drop. "What makes you think that you will win?" Eric Stobbel asked. "I don't know if I can win, but I know I can't win if I don't run. I don't know who put my name in nomination a few weeks ago, but I am willing to try, not just for myself, but for all the students here in Florida and especially Naples," Malcolm answered. "Will we be able to travel with you and your father?" Amelia asked. "That's up to him. Now, I have two little brothers that need some Malcolm time," Malcolm giggled as he turned and with his bodyguards walked back up the driveway. Jordan Martin was standing behind the reporters listening to what Malcolm and his dad had said, and now more than ever felt he needed to get Patrick away from Malcolm. That night, Jordan sat at his father's desk and using his father's computer, wrote his first note to Malcolm. A note filled with feelings that Jordan really didn't have. After he had it written and sealed in an envelope, Jordan took it and posted it in the mail. Then headed back home and went to bed. <><><><><> Over at the Jacobs' house things weren't going that well. Patrick's mother had, in her mind, taken the friendship that Patrick had with Malcolm and turned it into a love fest. The morning that Malcolm talked to the reporters, Patrick had just gotten into the kitchen and seated at the table when his mom walked in. "Patrick, you and I are going to have a talk," she said. "About what?" Patrick asked. "About you and Malcolm. I like the young man, but I want you to stay away from him from now on." "What? How can you even think of asking that, especially now when we are about to have the changes made to school policies?" Patrick asked surprised at what his mother just said. "Patrick, you spend so much time over there that I don't know what you are doing anymore, or what the two of you are up to." "Mother, we just got back from Washington. Before that we were working on the strike. You knew all that, so why the sudden change?" "Patrick, I have spoken. I want you here at home every night, and I mean it; I don't want you around Malcolm anymore." "Not going to happen, Mom. Malcolm is the best friend I have, other than my family, he made me feel like I was worth something, and you want me to drop him. NO WAY!" Patrick shouted, with anger in his voice. Patrick pushed back from the table, leaving the rest of his breakfast, ran upstairs and grabbed his jacket, headed out the door and ran all the way over to Malcolm's. Once at Malcolm's house, Patrick asked to use the phone and called his dad, telling him everything that his mother had said. "Dad, what am I going to do? I don't want to lose Malcolm as a friend or as my boyfriend," Patrick sobbed after explaining everything. "Patrick, you relax and stay at Malcolm's place. I will talk to your mother after I am done work. I promise you that everything will be fine." "But Dad, she thinks Malcolm and I are fooling around." "I hope you're not." "DAD! I am not doing that stuff, OMG! How can you even think like that?" "I was young once, I know how some things are," Robert laughed. "Okay, I'll see you later, and thanks, Dad. I love you." "I love you too, Patrick. Now, go have fun." For the rest of the day, Patrick stayed at Malcolm's playing with Zeke and Aaron and spending some cuddle time with Malcolm, knowing that his dad would fix everything if he could. <><><><><> After his talk with Richard that morning, Tony called Sam back and told him that the boys' last name used to be Walters. "Hold on, Tony, are you sure about that?" Sam asked as he started hitting keys on his computer. "Yes, I am. Mr. Daniels was very concerned when I asked. Why?" Tony asked. "Well, after your call this morning and when I got back here I took a look through some old missing persons files and there was a report taken by Collin Danvers about two boys missing, one about six and the other about eleven, but there was no follow up on it." "Who gave the report?" "A Walter Craig, but if I was to bet, I would say that the name was backwards and that the guy is Craig Walters, either the boys' father or uncle." "Any chance you can bring him in and see if he has found or heard from the boys?" "Sure, I can do that, but may I ask why?" "Well, Sam, if you had heard the conversation that I did this morning you would want to talk to the guy also." "Oh, that bad?" "Bad is just the tip of the iceberg. If this guy did even half of what I heard, he better pray." "Damn! Okay, I'll talk to Captain Harris and see if I can follow up on this. I just have one question, are the boys safe?" Hearing the question, Tony started to chuckle. "Sam, the whole Daniels family is as safe as the President of the United States." "Jesus, I wondered why the Secret Service agents were here in Naples," Sam laughed. "Call me when you have this guy at the station. I want to be there when you talk to him." "I'll do that; now let me get some work done. I still have a report to file from last night." "Okay, have fun and we'll talk later." As Tony was just hanging up his phone, Malcolm walked over wearing just his t-shirt and shorts. "Tony, would it be okay if we all went to the mall and played at the arcade?" Malcolm asked. "I think we can do that. Now, where is your vest? I thought I told you to wear it all the time," Tony answered. "You did, but I didn't think you meant at home. Besides, it gets too hot." "I'm sorry, but go get it on, and Malcolm it wasn't me that ordered it." "What, you mean Ace told you to make me wear it?" "Yes, but even he was told to tell me, and that came from the President." "Fine, but I don't understand why everyone is so concerned about me." "Malcolm, they are concerned for you because of what you are doing. Both you and Patrick have become heroes to a lot of children across this nation, so everyone wants you to survive. I wouldn't be at all surprised if you two are asked to tour and talk to a lot of those same children." "Oh, that's just great. Can't I just finish school?" "Sure. Now if you and everyone want to go to the mall, you'd better tell them to get ready. And Malcolm, put on your vest and sling." "Yes, sir." Malcolm said dejectedly as he walked away." "Malcolm, I will be checking," Tony said with a smile. Giggling, Malcolm turned to Tony: "Only my boyfriend gets to do the checking." "Get a move on, smart ass," Tony laughed while trying to swat Malcolm's butt. "God, that kid is growing on me, almost like the son..." Tony stopped that thought before it got too far. He didn't need to go down that ugly path again. <><><><><> After talking with the Fire Marshal, Tyrone Jackson found a quiet motel in which to spend the rest of the night. After checking in and making sure that he still had the flash drives, Tyrone curled up on top of the bed and went to sleep. Early the next morning, the ringing of his cell phone woke him, but it was just his alarm clock app going off. Tyrone turned it off, got up, washed his face and left his room. In his car, he munched on a breakfast bar as he drove into the heart of the city, still wondering who had started the fire and why. Finding a parking spot near the District Attorney's office proved to be a challenge and Tyrone ended up parking two blocks away and walking back. Just before going in, Tyrone stopped and grabbed himself a coffee-a much-needed wake up drink. The pretty young receptionist looked up as Tyrone walked through the doors. "Good morning, may I help you, sir?" she asked with a hundred watt smile. "Yes, I have an appointment with Mr. Masters and Thomas Chatham," Tyrone answered as he sipped his coffee. "Your name, please, sir?" "Tyrone Jackson. I am with the FBI." "Oh!" the receptionist said, caught totally unprepared. "Please have a seat and I will call Mr. Masters' office." "Thank-you, Miss." Tyrone was just about to sit when the receptionist called him back over. "Mr. Masters will be right out. He said that Mr. Chatham is here and waiting also," she said, her voice sounding with a coldness that wasn't there before. "Thank-you, I hope you have a great day." "Agent Jackson, I am Dylan Masters," Masters said, interrupting the conversation with his secretary. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir," Tyrone said shaking the man's outstretched hand. "Please, if you would follow me, there is fresh coffee." "Thanks, that is music to my ears. I've had a bad night." "Okay then maybe we should get this meeting over with so you can get some sleep." "I won't be getting any sleep for a while. I have too much to do." "Okay, have a seat. Agent Jackson this is Attorney General Thomas Chatham." "Gentlemen, I am here to ask for arrest warrants for Eric Richardson, his brother David Richardson, Elizabeth Daniels, Maurice Marshall and three other school board trustees. The charges are conspiracy to commit murder for Eric, David, Maurice and Elizabeth. Then there are charges of embezzlement for David, Eric, Elizabeth, and the trustees, and if I find out that the fire at my apartment last night was arson and in anyone involved was one of the names mentioned then there will be added charges of attempted murder and arson," Tyrone said as he laid out his case. "Agent Jackson, those are all very serious charges. I do hope that you have everything in order." Mr. Chatham said as he reached for the file that Tyrone was handing him." "Sir, I would not be here asking for the warrants if I didn't have everything I needed, including the evidence." "I am neither questioning your integrity nor the work that you must have done to gather the evidence. I am just making sure that you have everything ready." "Sir, I have worked very hard to get the facts and evidence, I have also handed a folder that pertains to the school board to the Secret Service, since some of it is in regards to the abuse and bullying of two boys under their protection. In that file there are also complaints of harassment, abuse, bullying, sexual abuse and reports that the school board and, as of yet, the state has failed to act on." "Why is the Secret Service involved?" Chatham asked with concern. "Well, sir, the two boys that really started the school strike were the ones being bullied. One of them, in fact, was charged with assault. He was acquitted and then there were attempts on his life, not once, but from what I know, three times now. Sir, when the young man was found not guilty, the school board refused to reinstate him. Then the school board refused to follow the judge's orders for the changes that were issued and the state's AG's office did nothing. This all got the President's ear and so he has ordered protection for the boys and their families." "Agent Jackson, I assure you that I was not aware that there were court orders for the school board to change its policies. I was also not aware that there had been attempts made on Mr. Daniels' life, yes, I see his name in this file. Mr. Masters I want all those involved brought to justice without delay. Agent Jackson you will have your warrants. I will personally see to the convictions of those involved in any sort of abuse both physically or sexually." "Sir, thank-you, but you might have to explain your actions, or inactions, to the Attorney General of the United States. I can tell you he's not real happy that you have dropped the ball, considering you are the highest legal official here." "I know that, and I will accept the responsibility that goes with that job. Now that I know just what the hell is going on, heads will roll. You can count on that." "Again, I thank-you, sirs. How soon will the warrants be ready, and, sir, can you keep this from the press please?" "What do you think Dylan, can we keep this from the press?" "They won't hear anything from this office," Dylan answered. "As for your warrants I can have them all ready by four this afternoon, and will get them to you as soon as a judge signs them. Will that be soon enough?" "Yes, sir, and since Elizabeth Daniels is already in custody on other charges it makes it easier to serve them." Tyrone said as he stood and made his way towards the door. "Well, if she is in custody already, then at her court appearance the charges could just be added." "They could sir, and that I will leave up to your office." Leaving the office, Tyrone made his way outside and over to an outdoor café where he had just ordered a coffee when his phone beeped. "Hello?" Tyrone answered. "Jackson, just what the hell do you think you're doing?" "Actually, I am about to have a coffee. Who is this?" "This is Special Agent Pruitt; now tell me why you decided to go straight to the AG and DA and not through my office?" Pruitt barked. "Well, sir, that was a decision I made and I am sticking with it. How did you find out anyways? "I just got a call from their office. Mr. Edwards told me that you are going to arrest the Governor," Pruitt snapped back. "Well, sir, Mr. Edwards, wasn't privy to the discussion I had with the DA or the AG, so I am about to find out how he knew. As for arresting the Governor, yes, I am, and I have all the evidence I need to do it, so if he finds out, I promise you that I will have you before the Director and the courts before you have time to blink. As for Mr. Edwards, I think he is about to have his butt chewed out good." "Don't you threaten me! I am still in charge. I want to see everything you have, and I want it now." "With all due respect, sir. The answer is no. It is evidence that needs to be kept in two places, and right now that is with me, and with the Secret Service, whom I trust." "What do you mean you gave a copy to the Secret Service? This is our case, and I don't care what you say, you get yourself back to my office right away." "Sir, I have a case to finish and I plan on doing it. I don't need you trying to do a one-upsmanship on me or anyone else. I will be calling the Director and letting him know just what you are doing in my report." Tyrone ended the call and tossed away what was left of his coffee and stormed back into the DA's office. Ignoring the secretary, Tyrone walked right into Dylan Masters' office. "Mr. Masters I was just informed that ADA Edwards has been in contact with my boss and told him about the warrants that I just requested. I thought that our meeting was just between Mr. Chatham, you and me. Now, would you care to tell me what is going on with your office?" "Agent Jackson, I can assure you that the three of us were the only ones that should have known about the meeting. I shall talk with Mr. Edwards immediately." <><><><><> Jordan Martin mailed his note to Malcolm, went home and slept for a little while, then spent an hour at the Naples PD talking with Officer Liza Patterson, and now was walking into the hospital to visit his cousin Brady, but this wasn't going to be a visit just to see how he was doing. Walking into Brady's room, Jordan asked the guards if he could have a few minutes alone with his cousin. The guards agreed and went out into the hallway. Jordan made sure that no one else was around as he leaned over to the side of the bed. "Hey, Brady, glad to see your eyes are open. Your brother says that you're having trouble breathing and that you no longer have the use of your left arm. That is a shame, but I've come to tell you something important. You see, you have a chance to live, so I want you to pay close attention and hear me: You talk to the cops, you're dead. You talk to the Feds, you're dead. If you even talk to a lawyer... well, you get the picture. If you understand what I just said, blink your eyes for me," Jordan whispered, then stared at Brady's face and waited. Seeing Brady blink his eyes, Jordan smiled. "Glad to know we are able to work this out." Turning, Jordan walked out of the room with a smile on his face, closed the door behind him, nodded at the guards in the hallway, and left the hospital. <><><><><> As the meeting with the DA was going on, Malcolm, his brothers and Patrick were over at the mall enjoying some time in the arcade and relaxing from the hassles that seemed to plague Malcolm. Zeke was standing with Malcolm watching Patrick and Aaron playing a game. "Malcolm, can I call Jamie when we get home?" Zeke asked looking up at his big brother. "I don't know. You would have to ask Tony, but I can't see why he would say no," Malcolm answered as he leaned down and kissed Zeke's hair. "Okay, I'll go ask him now. That way I can do it right away when we get home." Malcolm watched Zeke bounce away to find Tony and wondered what was going on inside Zeke's head, but his attention was diverted when he heard Aaron squeal, "You cheated, Patrick!" "No, little guy, I just cut you off. You have to learn to drive faster," Patrick laughed. "I gonna beat you one day. Just cuz I'm little, don't mean you is better." "No, buddy, I would never think that I am better than you. I have a great friend that taught me that and, besides, you beat me in other games," Patrick said as he hugged Aaron. "Uh huh, I like you, Patrick. You fun to be around. I wish..." "Aaron, NO!" Zeke yelled, scaring Aaron enough he dropped to the floor to curl up and cry. "Zeke, what is it? Why did you yell at him like that?" Patrick asked as he picked Aaron up and held him close. "I'm sorry, Aaron, I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just that we don't talk about those things remember?" "Uh huh, I sworry." Aaron began to cry and suck his thumb. "I think it is time we all went home; this has been a busy day for all of us," Malcolm said as he pulled Zeke against his chest. "And, Zeke, Aaron knows you didn't mean anything, so don't feel bad okay." "Okay, but I never yelled at him before. It bugs me that I would do that." "I think I understand, but don't let it bother you. If you want to talk about it later we can do that, okay?" "Okay, and, Malcolm, I love you; you're the best big brother around." <><><><><> At four o'clock Tyrone was nervous, tired and pacing the sidewalks outside the DA's office. Masters had promised him that the warrants would be ready, but Tyrone wanted to wait a few extra minutes before heading back inside. After talking with Mr. Edwards about his phone call to the FBI, Dylan Masters spent most of the day preparing the warrants that Agent Jackson had requested. Completing them, he called a courier to take them over to the AG's office for him to sign off on. He was about to call it a day when his phone rang. "DA's Office, Masters speaking. How may I help you?" "Dylan, this is Thomas. A circuit court judge has signed most of your warrants. The only one he says he is having trouble with is the one for Eric Richardson." "Why? It is straightforward and the charges are all laid out and easy to understand," Masters said. "Yes, but this county judge thinks that there needs to be more information." "Well, there isn't. If he won't sign the warrant then have another judge do it. Tell the judge that NO one is above the law." "I'll call his office and see if he will go over it once more, but I can't promise anything. The other warrants will be on your desk for the morning." "Agent Jackson isn't going to like that, but I'm sure he will understand." "Well, I'll let you deal with him while I deal with the judge." As soon as Masters hung up the phone he called the number for Tyrone and told him what was happening and that he should find a place to sleep and relax and that everything would be ready for him at nine in the morning. After hearing from Masters, Tyrone went back to the motel where he spent the last night at and got another room, this time booking it for a week. He went to his room, lay on the bed and soon fell asleep. <><><><><> At the Daniels house, the boys spent time swimming and playing in the back yard after returning from the arcade. Zeke called Jamie, talked for about fifteen minutes and was now smiling. At four o'clock, Patrick headed home, knowing that his mother wasn't going to be happy with him. "I hope Dad got things worked out," Patrick thought as he walked up the stairs to his front door. "Patrick Adam Jacobs, just what do you mean running off that way? I thought I told you to stay away from Malcolm Daniels," Emily Jacobs said as soon as Patrick closed the front door. "You did, and I told you that I wasn't going to. I don't know what your problem is lately, but I can't just drop my friends like you want me to," Patrick snapped back as he started towards the stairs to his room. "Well, then I forbid you even going over there." "Not gonna happen." "You're grounded!" Patrick was about to say something when his older brother stopped him. "Patrick now is not the best time to argue with her," Robert started. "Ever since you went to Washington with Malcolm she has been on a tear. I don't know what's crawled up her butt, but chill and let Dad handle it." "You're right. I tell you bro, you and Bennie would get along great. You both almost think alike," Patrick said has he entered his room. "What's the place like?" "You mean the White House? Man, it's awesome. I got to sleep in one of the old U.S. President's bedroom, oh, and the cook! Oh, man, she can make Mexican burgers like, well, they are outta this world." "What about Bennie, what's he like?' "Smart, strong, and well just an awesome guy; his dad's the same." "You have to be one of the luckiest boys in this area. You got to fly to Washington, meet the President and his family and attend a session of the whole Congress." "Yeah, I even got pictures of all." "Well, you can show me later, after we have eaten." While Robert and Patrick were upstairs talking, Patrick's dad had come home and was sitting in the dining room talking with Emily. Robert Sr. was tired, but he had promised Patrick that he would talk to his mother when he got home from work and so now, with his coffee in front of him, he looked at his wife of 22 years. "Em, Patrick called me this morning, did you two have a fight?" Robert Sr. asked. "I wouldn't say it was a fight, I just told him I didn't want him seeing Malcolm any more, and he blew up at me. If I didn't know better I would say that Patrick is in love, and you know how I feel about gay people. I just want what is best for him." "Honey, you and I both know that there is not a thing in this world we can do to stop the friendship between Malcolm and Patrick. Hell, I wouldn't even try getting between them. Ever since those two became friends, Patrick has done nothing but grow, and I don't mean physically, I mean emotionally. His self-esteem, his confidence and his ability to help others are all because of that friendship." "I can't argue that, it's just we barely see the boy anymore." His wife said trying to counter her husband. "He's growing up, becoming more independent. Yes, he is our youngest, but we have to let go and let our children grow to be who they want to be. As for Patrick being gay, be honest with yourself: Does it really matter? All that matters is that he knows that we love him, no matter what." "But it is so wrong." Emily said looking steamed. "Is it? And if it is, whom do we blame? Surely not you and me. We can't blame society, so that only leaves the Maker, and I don't think He would not let Patrick into heaven just because of whom he loves. Come on Em, what is it really that is bothering you?" "Nothing, really. I guess I am just being a mother that doesn't want her children to grow up." "We are both that way, but unless we drive them away they will always be around. Now what's for dinner? Oh, and you better be sure to let Patrick know that you love him." "I haven't started dinner yet, so why don't you call the kids and let's take them over to Mike's Place for dinner." "You know, that sounds like a brilliant idea," Robert Sr. said as he stood and called up the stairs, "Kids, we are going out for dinner, grab your jackets." "Dad, where are we going?" Patrick asked as he ran down the stairs. "Your mother thought we should go over to Mike's Place to eat, and before you ask. No you cannot call Malcolm to join us." "Darn," Patrick giggled and ran out the front door. When seven people are walking down the sidewalk, two of them horsing around and laughing, it is hard not to notice, but the Jacobs family did go unnoticed by almost everyone. However, across the street from the family, Antone Richardson and Jordan Martin both watched, each unaware of the other. For Antone, it was a case of doing what his dad had asked: get rid of the FBI and the two boys that were leading the strike against him and the school board. For Jordan Martin, it was another matter altogether. He just wanted Patrick away from Malcolm, even if it meant hurting him. Antone watched as the family went into Mike's Place and sat at a large table. Knowing that they would be there for a while, Antone retraced his steps and was soon back at the Jacobs' home. Looking around to make sure he was alone, he quietly broke a small window on the back door, reached in and unlocked it. Once inside, Antone looked around and then went upstairs. In Patrick's bedroom he lit a small fire then headed back down stairs and into the front room, where he started another small fire in the couch. He did the same in the kitchen area before exiting the house and walking away. By the time the Jacobs' family had finished dinner it was dark out, and so the walk towards home was a bit quicker. Rounding the corner to their house, the family was stopped by the police. "I'm sorry folks, but you can't go down there. This street is closed," he stated firmly. "Why is that? We live on this street," Robert Sr. asked. "Sir, there has been a fire and the house was destroyed." "What was the address?" "I think it was 1053." "That's our house!" Emily said with a gasp. "Easy, Em, we don't know for sure," Robert stated hugging his wife's shoulder. "Officer, if my family stays here, can you take me down so I can have a look?" "I can't see why not, but you will have to stay with me." "Okay, everyone stay here together," Robert said, and then pulled Patrick aside. "I want you to call Malcolm and see if he's alright. Tell him I will be calling and talking to his dad shortly." "Sure, Dad, and you be careful," Patrick said and hugged his dad. "I love you, and thanks for talking to Mom." "I love you, too. Now let me go look." As Patrick watched his dad and the police officer walking down the block, he took out his phone and called Malcolm's home. "Daniels' place; I got your number." Zeke giggled as he answered. "Hey, Zeke, you being funny?" Patrick asked. "Uh huh, and hi, Patrick." "Hi to you too. Can I talk to Malcolm, please?" "Sure. MALCOLM, PHONE'S FOR YOU," Zeke screamed. "Whoa, you could make a good PA sound system, buddy," Patrick laughed. "Hey, I'm not that loud." "No, I was just kidding." "Okay, here he is, Patrick." "Bye buddy. Hey, Malcolm are you and your family okay? It seems there was a house fire on my street and the cops won't let us down." "Yeah, we're fine. Was it your place?" Malcolm asked. "Dad's gone to check, but if it is, well," "No way, Patrick. You and your family can stay here." "Malcolm, my dad is going to talk to your dad, but I will let him know what you said before he does." "All of us kids can sleep in the basement. We've done it before, so don't worry, okay?" "I'm not worried for me, you know that. Only thing is, if it is our place none of us will have any clothes." "We'll worry about that later." "You know if you were here right now I would..." "Yeah, yeah, I love you, too. Give me a call as soon as you know. I will ask Tony if he can send someone over to pick you all up." "Okay, Dad's coming back. I'll call you back in a few minutes," Patrick said then hung up. Malcolm had just put the phone down when he saw Tony standing there. "Pick who up Malcolm?" Tony asked. "Patrick and his family. If what he just said is right then they don't have a home anymore." "Okay, but just so you know, we aren't a taxi service." "Could have fooled me," Malcolm said with a laugh as he ran out of the kitchen. Chuckling to himself Tony poured himself a coffee and then sat at the counter. "That boy has a quick wit about him," Tony thought. He was about to take another sip when the phone rang again. Since it was on the table in front of him Tony just picked it up and answered it. "Daniels residence, Tony speaking." "Hello, Tony, is Richard there?" "Yes, may I tell him who is calling?" "Yes, it is Robert Jacobs." "Okay, hang on a second." Twenty minutes after Tony had answered the phone, both he and Richard were on their way over to where the Jacobs family was waiting for them. Malcolm, knowing what was going on, went into the basement and got it set up so that all the boys could sleep down there. He laid out air mattresses, sleeping bags, added a few pillows and everything was set. Malcolm told Zeke and Aaron that they would be joining the big boys to sleep since they had to give up their room for the girls. "No way! No girl is sleeping in my bed," Zeke said. "Sorry, Zeke, but I don't think you want them to sleep on the floor, do you? Besides, this way you're with your friends," Malcolm said calmly. "Yeah, I guess. I just wish Jamie could sleep over." "He will get to soon, I promise you, but for now let's just get you and Aaron into the shower before the girls show up." "Okay. Can Aaron and I sleep with you then?" "Sure, I like it when we can cuddle together." <><><><> In Washington, Bennie was watching television when his cell phone went off. "Bennie, put on CNN." The voice on the other end said. Bennie quickly changed the channel and watched. "This is Eric Stobbel with breaking news from Naples, Florida. We've pick up a live feed from our Florida team. As you can see, there is a house on fire that is reported to be the residence of Patrick Jacobs and his family." "Oh my God Dusty," Bennie screamed into the phone. "Tell me no one was home." "Calm down buddy," Dusty said trying to calm the upset teen down. Bennie ran into Ace's room then flipped on the TV. Ace had been finishing up some paperwork so he hadn't had the TV on. "What's going on love?" Ace asked as he saw tears streaming down his lover's face and held his arms out for him. Bennie went into Ace's arms and cried as together they listened to the news cast. "Patrick's house is on fire?" It took Ace a minute for the name to sink in. "You mean Malcolm's boyfriend?" "Yes," Bennie replied as he cried. Ace dried his baby's eyes then got on his phone. "Let me speak to Eric Stobbel, this is Rich Mason with the Secret Service." "I'm sorry Agent Mason..." The woman started to say. "Lady, put him on the phone now or I can have him brought to me in cuffs." "One minute." She said. "What can I do for you Agent Mason?" Eric asked. "What can you tell me about the fire? Are there any injuries?" "Not to my knowledge. Word has it the family was out for the evening so there was no one at home when the fire broke out." "I don't suppose there has been a cause determined yet." Ace asked. "Not yet." Eric replied. "The Fire Department is still on scene putting out hot spots." "Can you talk to the pilot?" "I can indirectly." "Alright, see if you can get a shot of the back of the house." A few minutes passed then the camera was showing a live scene from the back of the Jacob's residence. "Thank you sir, I'll let you get back to your coverage." Ace said then ended the call so he could place another. Just then, Tony's phone rang. He saw who it was and wondered why Ace would be calling him. "Marchand." "Are you alone?" Ace asked. Tony got up and stepped outside. "I am now Ace." "What the hell is going on?" Ace almost shouted. "What do you mean?" Tony asked. "Imagine my surprise when Bennie came into my room and turned on the television and a news helicopter was over the Jacob's residence and CNN was feeding it live." "What?" Tony shouted. "I know about this because Patrick and his family are here with the Daniel's but I didn't know CNN was broadcasting it." "Why was this allowed to happen Tony?" Ace asked. "I'm sorry, but Patrick and his family have never been a target according to our intelligence." "Well, it seems they are now," Ace said. "I have another team of agents in route to your location." "How many Ace and who are they?" Tony asked. "There are four," Ace started. "They are, Isaac Millburne, David Myers, Brian Godson and Lloyd Fairweather. "Agent Fairweather is also a trained arson investigator too." "Ace, with all due respect, what makes you think this is arson rather than just an unfortunate accident?" "I'm covering all bases." Ace answered. "Alright Ace, I'll let everyone know what's going on so we can get space for them to sleep." "Alright Tony and I want a report from the Fire Marshall's office just as soon as possible." "I'll call you as soon as I get it in my hands." Tony said as he ended the call. When he stepped inside, Richard was looking at him. "What was that all about Tony?" "Well, we have guests coming," Tony said trying to act nonchalantly. "Why do I detect there is more that we don't know." Tony took Richard outside and filled him in as best he could without revealing anything he couldn't. The rest of the night progressed as smoothly as it could when there are eight excited children in the house, all wanting to talk at once. Aaron tried to keep Midnight with him, but the girls were fussing over the pup and getting Aaron upset. To Aaron, Midnight belonged to him and his brothers, and he didn't like the way the girls were treating him. When it was bedtime, Aaron and Zeke climbed into Malcolm's sleeping bag and Midnight curled up on the floor beside them. Patrick and Robert Jr. had taken the other sleeping bags and soon everyone was asleep. It was the sound of giggling that woke the boys the next morning because Midnight was busy licking Aaron's face. "Okay Midnight, I know you got to go to the bathroom," Aaron said as he slid out of bed, then-still in his under shorts-scampered up the stairs with Midnight right behind him. He let Midnight out into the backyard, and then went back downstairs to get dressed. The smell of frying ham and eggs got the rest of the boys up and dressed, and then they all headed upstairs and into the kitchen, where they found Mrs. Jacobs and Malcolm's Papa had prepared what looked like a mountain of food. "Grab a plate and dig in boys," Mrs. Jacobs said from the stove. "Sweet, but we're not all going to fit at the table," Robert Jr. said as he filled his plate. "Then just sit on the floor," Papa said with a smile. "Oh, and no feeding the pup, he has his own food." "Papa, we don't do that," Aaron gigged. "For sure, squirt." "I love you, Papa," Aaron said as he threw his arms around Papa's waist. "I love you, too. Now come on and eat before everyone else gets to it and you have nothing." "Yikes!" Aaron squeaked then giggled. "Yup, they is piggies," he whispered. Hearing Aaron say that, Papa laughed and swatted his butt lightly, then served him a full plate. Papa watched as Aaron carried his plate and sat beside Malcolm and Zeke. <><><><><> Tyrone Jackson spent the night in his motel room and woke up rested and ready to do the things that he needed done. After a quick shower and shave, Tyrone set out for the DA's office hoping that the warrants were ready for him. He stopped along the way Tyrone for a quick breakfast and had just stepped out of the restaurant when his phone bleeped. "Hello," Tyrone answered. "Agent Jackson, this is Dylan Masters. I have all your warrants here. Do you want me to bring them to the court house, or are you coming to pick them up?" Masters asked. "I am about three minutes away, so I will just come by and pick them up," Tyrone said as he entered the door to the DA's office. "Actually, sir, I am just downstairs now so I should be there in a minute." "Okay, I'll have then at the receptionist's desk for you. I have to run over to the courthouse." Thank-you, sir, I'm sure you have many important things to do." Tyrone rode the elevator up to the 6th floor and walked into the DA's office. He stopped at the front desk and asked the receptionist for the package that was left for him. He opened the envelope, took a quick look inside and, smiling, thanked the lady and left. Back outside, Tyrone called his office and asked that the teams he had put together meet him at the Lost Angels Park. When he got to the park, he found that not only were his teams there, but his boss was also. "Agent Jackson, I am here to inform you that you are suspended pending an investigation into your actions," Pruitt stated. "What actions would those be, sir?" Tyrone asked. "Your inability to follow direct orders, your side-stepping the chain of command, and for involving other agencies like the Secret Service, all without prior approval," Pruitt stated his voice getting louder with each word. "Sir, the Secret Service was involved long before I knew of them. Also, the Director has been kept informed of my progress in this case since day one," Tyrone snapped back. Assistant-Special-Agent-In-Charge Tobias stepped forward and addressed Pruitt. "Sir, you leave me no choice. Your actions here today and those of yesterday are way out of line. Therefore, I am hereby relieving you of duty. I will also be forwarding to the Director in Washington my full report on your actions and those I have taken. Please turn over your weapon to Agent McGuffey here." Once Pruitt left the park, Tyrone handed out the warrants, set a coordinated time for each team to serve the named suspects, and watched as each team got into their vehicles and took off. Tyrone saved the warrant for the Governor's arrest for himself. While driving over to Eric Richardson's home, Tyrone called Tony and told him what was going down and asked if he wanted to be there, but Tony had to turn him down because he had to meet with Sam Johnson and Capt. Harris. Sam had called him just before Tyrone did and told Tony that they had Walter Craig in custody, and that if he wanted to be there when he was questioned he had better come right down. <><><><><> The governor's home was situated on the beachfront. To gain entrance to the estate one had to go through a heavy wrought iron gate. The house itself was huge, and at night well lit. For many in the area, owning it was the pinnacle of success. Eric Richardson had bought the house just after winning the governorship of the state of Florida, but what the people of the neighborhood didn't know was that the house was bought with money stolen from them, money that should have been used for schools and other much-needed state programs. Eric Richardson had been relieved of his position by the Lieutenant Governor after there had been an order for new elections. Eric was bitter. He hated losing, he hated most people, and Malcolm Daniels was the person he hated the most. To him, Malcolm was a thorn in his side that he couldn't remove. Eric was spending the evening sitting alone in his big house, sipping a glass of Napoleon Brandy while listening to the crackling of the fireplace and the soft strains of Mozart's Eine Kleine Nachtmusik. The windows to his patio were open and a slight breeze could be felt. Tyrone Jackson and two other FBI agents approached the estate by car, only to be stopped at the front gate by the State Trooper that was standing there. "I'm sorry, sir, but the governor is not receiving guests this evening," the trooper told Tyrone. "Well, Officer, we are not guests, and he will be seeing me and the agents with me," Tyrone spoke as he showed the trooper his FBI ID. "Yes, sir, I'll phone up and let him know you are on your way." "No, he is not to be informed of our visit. If he is, you will find out just how many manhole covers there are in Antarctica. Do I make myself clear?" "Umm, yes, sir, very clear." "Then open the damn gate," Tyrone snapped, getting antsy and feeling a trace of sweat on his upper lip. Once the gate was open, the car moving slowly up the driveway. Tyrone told one of agents with him to go around to the back of the house, and told other he was to be with him because he wasn't sure how Richardson was going to react. Getting agreement from the others, Tyrone parked at the front door and waited as the agent in the back seat hopped out and ran around the side of the estate. Within minutes, everyone was in place and Tyrone rang the doorbell. When the butler answered the door, Tyrone showed his credentials and didn't give him a chance to say anything. "Agent Jackson, FBI. Is Eric Richardson home?" Tyrone asked. "Yes, sir, if you will follow me, please," the butler spoke with a haughty tone. Leading the way, the butler led the two men to the front parlor. "Sir," the butler spoke up. "What is it, Barnes? Can't you see I'm trying to relax? "Yes, sir, but there are two FBI agents here to see you," Barnes replied. "Well, just don't stand there, show them in," Eric snapped. "Very well, sir. Agents, he will see you now," Barnes said as he stood aside to let Tyrone and his partner enter the poshly decorated room. "Eric Richardson, I am Tyrone Jackson with the FBI. I have a warrant for your arrest," Tyrone spoke as soon as he entered the parlor. "What? What are the charges?" Eric bellowed. "The charges, sir, are bribery, embezzlement of state funds, misuse of elected office, three counts of conspiracy to commit murder and one count of murder. Sir, please place your hands behind your back," Tyrone asked as his partner stepped up behind Eric. "Sir, you have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. If you choose to answer questions without and attorney, you can stop at any time and an attorney will be appointed for you. Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you are you willing to answer my questions without an attorney present?" Agent Stupak said as he cuffed Eric's hands. "You can kiss my ass." Eric yelled as he was led outside and over to the agent's car. <><><><><> Meantime, at the home of Travis Martin and his father, the FBI agents assigned to arrest them were surprised to find the front door wide open. Calling out, but getting no answer, the agents carefully entered the house searched the main floor. Finding no one there, they started for the stairs when they were stopped by a voice behind them. "Naples police. Freeze!" the officer hollered. "We are FBI. Please lower your weapon," McGuffey said. "Show me some ID," the officer ordered. "Of course. It is inside my jacket, and I am armed in a shoulder holster, as is protocol," McGuffey stated. Once they showed the officer their ID, the agents, along with the officer, proceeded up the stairs and into the upper hallway. In the first room they found an older man lying on the bed with blood spatters covering the headboard and pillows. They then entered the second bedroom and found Travis' body, but what caught their attention was the piece of paper pinned to the boy's naked chest. "We have a mess here," Agent Tobias stated as he slowly stepped over and looked at the note. "You have bullied us enough, now you can't do it anymore. We have our revenge," he read aloud. "That is one weird message." "We better call Tyrone, and you, officer, had better call your department," McGuffey stated as he stepped back out of the room. Tobias called Tyrone and filled him in on what they had just found. The Naples police officer called in and asked that more officers and a forensic team be dispatched to the scene. Around town, the other agent teams had served their warrants and Jordan Martin and all the others were arrested and booked into the county jail without incidents. Unaware of the warrants and what was happening as they were served, Malcolm, his family and the Jacobs family all boarded a rented luxury bus. Secret Service vehicles, with Tony and Donnie in the lead, led the way as Malcolm and Richard started their respective campaigns for Education Commissioner and Governor. As they pulled away,a USPS carrier delivered the mail to the house. Email me if you wish me to continue. thewriter1@live.ca TO BE CONTINUED.