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Abruptly, he said, "I will see you in the morning." He ran to his car, and headed back to his hotel.
She walked into the house, locked the doors, and walked upstairs to her room. She quickly discarded clothes, walked into her shower, turned on the cold water, and sat on the floor trying to cool down. She wondered if he knew she came when he kissed her. She knew he was in trouble, by the way the left her so quickly. She needed desperately to talk to her mother about matters of the heart. The only other person she knew she could open her heart to was Victoria, but she had lived a cloistered life when it came to men and marital problems. She would not do. She would have to find someone else, someone who didn't know her, or her troubles.
Suddenly, she realized she was freezing. The cold water had done its job quite well, and she had to crawl to the controls to turn the water off. She toweled herself off, threw on a nightshirt, went back downstairs, and made herself some tea.
She remembered the note she was supposed to give to Alan, and decided to do it herself. Nurse Callaway was so wonderful to everyone this evening she deserved to be taken care of properly. She also deserved to be happily married, if that is what she wanted.
The note had more than her father's Social Security number. It had her father's name, city, and state of birth, the date of his marriage to her mother, and the date he disappeared. It also had the number of the court order requiring him to pay alimony, child support, and interest back to the day he left the family. He also had an arrest warrant out, for not obeying the court order.
Patricia had more than enough ammunition to find this man than she needed. She used her password to get into the FBI computers and ran a crosscheck using an ordinary city reverse telephone book. Her father had changed his name to James Hammermann, and he had done very well for himself. He owned fourteen McDonald's restaurants in Houston, Texas. Patricia set about changing the ownership of the restaurants to Colleen Cristeen Callaway, Callalily's mother. She emptied his bank accounts, including the two accounts, containing Eight Million Dollars, he thought he had hidden in the Cayman's, into her father's accounts.
She brought the mortgage on his 17-acre mansion, with her own money, from her bank in Virginia.
She went back into her father's account and took $3,270,000 from it. She transferred $1,000,000 into Callaway's checking account, $2,000,000 into her savings account, and $270,000 into her IRA. $4,712,000.00 went to her mother, and her sister. The bank would call the Callaway's later in the day to verify the funds had been successfully transferred into their accounts.
She sent an overnight Bank draft from Callalily Catherine Callaway to Doctor Frank Vincennes for $18,000.00. In the comment section she wrote: This Student Loan Payment may be in excess of the final balance. If so, "PLEASE" send my sister to "COOKING SCHOOL!"
The final item on her list was to send the appropriate paperwork to the Houston Police Department, and have James Hammermann arrested, and extradited to Cottonwood, Arizona, for trial. She sent a copy to Elmore so he would not be surprised by this turn of events.
When she called her father to tell him what she had done through his accounts, his only question was, "How long did it take you?"
"It took me forty minutes, dad. Why do you want to know?"
"I would have felt better if it had taken less than the thirty minutes it took you to find me."
"Dad, it only took me three minutes to find him. The rest of the time I was moving his assets around."
"That's my girl. You have made me feel so much better now."
"Dad, I am going to need you to get in touch with Mrs. Callaway. She is going to need some help getting through the intricacies of ownership of these restaurants, working with the IRS, and a lot of other things with the money I just transferred to her. I will get you her phone number in the morning, because this will be a big shock to her. She has been living on scraps for so long; I don't want her to start worrying about all this new wealth of hers."
"I will take care of anything she needs. It will be very easy, because this was part of her divorce settlement from him, and he is just catching up on his payments now. He cannot say anything about his accounts in the Caymans. When you foreclose on his house, because he is in jail, for non-payment, you can give it to his former wife or to your friend, the nurse."
"Good night dad, say hello to Jemma for me, when she finishes you off."
"I will dear; I don't want to disturb her now, she is riding high."
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36. Three Card Monty
Bruno Valentino said to his FBI minders, "Gentlemen, as much as I like your company, and this wonderful hole in the ground I have been trapped in for nine months now, I am going stir crazy. If you don't get, get me out of here quickly, I will not testify in court."
"It's okay with us Bruno; we have everything we want on tape."
Bruno had been through this so many times, he knew the law as well as many lawyers. "Guys, don't bullshit me. If the opposing lawyers cannot cross-examine me, the tapes don't mean a thing. Get me out of here and do it soon."
A phone call was made to Fred Fielding, the US attorney for New York. He said, "I am surprised he held out this long. Get him ready to go. He will be leaving your facility at 1 AM."
"Where should I tell him he is going?"
"Tell him he is going somewhere else."
"Yes, sir."
Bruno smiled when he saw the agent approaching. "What did your masters have to say?"
"Mister Fielding wondered what took you so long. Arrangements had been made months ago."
"Don't play poker with that son of a bitch. He doesn't give anything away."
"Mister Fielding doesn't play poker, Bruno. He plays chess."
"Where did he say I am going?"
"To quote Mister Fielding, 'you are going somewhere else.'"
"I told you he does not give anything away. When do I leave?"
"You leave tomorrow."
"Very good, I hope to go someplace, where I can take a nice walk."
At 12:15 AM. They woke Bruno up and told him it was tomorrow.
"You bastards are trying to get as sneaky as your boss."
"Take a shower and get dressed; we leave in forty minutes."
After he was dressed, they put him in full body armor, including a helmet. They gave him an unloaded M16 and a utility belt to make him blend in with the rest of the agents taking him out.
The lead agent said, "We do not expect anything to happen, but if it does, you get on the floor."
"Why does it look like you are prepared for war if you do not expect anything to happen?"
"Rommel's favorite tactic was to hit you while you were sleeping. We are not going to be sleeping."
At 12:55 AM, they boarded the train to the upper-level. An agent grabbed Bruno by the back of his utility belt and helped him down the steps. As they were walking up the thin sidewalk by the train tracks, an agent yelled, "Train!" Everyone braced themselves against the wall to avoid being pulled towards the train by the force of the wind as the train roared by.
Bruno said, "I thought you guys checked on everything?"
"We do; that train must be late."
As they reached the steel door, it opened and there were more FBI agents, dressed in similar garb, waiting for them. They put Bruno into an FBI tactical van along with nine agents. There was another van exactly like it nearby. He saw a limousine, exactly like the one that took him here, with a man dressed in civilian clothes, sitting between two agents. Apparently, that man was his decoy. Bruno wished him luck.
The lead agent raised his microphone to give the go order, when Bruno said, "You do know that they monitor all your tactical frequencies, just in case you're coming after one of the heads of the family."
"When were you going to tell us this Bruno?"
"I thought you knew. You monitor everything that we do. I thought you must have picked up on that over the years."
The agent picked up his belt radio to make a call, and Bruno yelled, "No! They will hear everything you say, use your cell phones."
The agent got out of the truck, just as it was beginning to roll, and used hand signals to order everyone to stop.
He had four agents in an unmarked car go out on a mission to bring back a very extraordinary vehicle. They were back in ten minutes with the vehicle and its driver.
Bruno was transferred to the vehicle with two agents, and waited.
The tactical team resumed normal operations, using their radios as if they didn't know anyone was listening. They headed across the George Washington Bridge to Teterboro Airport, talking about Bruno going to San Francisco, and staying at the Presidio.
Five minutes later the unassuming vehicle left the garage and made its way across town, over the Whitestone Bridge, to the LaGuardia Airport, where Bruno's aircraft was waiting.
The lead agent paid the taxi driver and asked him for a receipt. The Haitian immigrant was so nervous and wet from perspiration, he felt like he was at home during the Baby Doc Duvalier night death era. The agent gave him five of his cards. He said, "If you ever get in trouble with the police, or immigration, have them call me, and I will help you all I can."
The driver smiled, shook the agent's hand, and drove away.
The agent boarded the plane, and was in the air fifteen later. According to the aircrafts' flight plan, they were going to San Francisco.
In reality, they were headed for Fort Polk, Louisiana. If Bruno Valentino wanted to go for a walk, he could walk for days, without leaving the confines of this army base. He would have no fear of being shot by anyone, except one of the thirty-five thousand men and woman stationed; training, or rotating through this huge training facility, plus the 10 FBI agents that were still assigned to monitor his health and welfare. However, the snakes, mosquitoes, and biting flies would probably keep him inside his bungalow, at night.
As the aircraft touchdown at 4:30 AM, Bruno was peacefully asleep. They roused him and he said, "Where are we?"
"We are at our destination."
"Don't be such an ass, I will find out sooner or later, tell me where I am."
"You are at Fort Polk, Louisiana. You will be able to take your walks in any direction at any time, by yourself. You can walk for hours on end. Make sure you bring plenty of water. Watch out to snakes because they are everywhere. You'll be given a handbook to tell you which types are poisonous and which are not. The entire base is covered by motion sensors and cameras so if you get lost find a clearing, if you can, and signal for help. Do not get caught in any of the live fire exercises that are going on here at all times. They could be hazardous to your health. If you would like to watch one of them, I'm sure that can be arranged."
"Can I speak to my wife again?"
"Now that we are out of New York City, we can arrange for you to speak to her, via secure satellite, any time you want."
"Thank you John, I am sure that will make her very happy, and if she happened to disappear to Louisiana for a week or so that would make me very happy also."
"The telephone calls are no problem. The visitation may take a while, but I will work on it; I promise."
"Thank you John, I know you are as good as your word."
Susan woke up the next morning with a headache, and the memory of a bad dream. Alan had not come to see her after the birth of their son. Her idiot cousin came to her side instead. She opened her eyes at 6: 25 AM and with a bloodcurdling scream, yelled, "Where is he; I am going to kill him!"
Nurses came from everywhere to see what was happening. Blood pressure alarms were ringing of the walls. Other patients woke up out of sound sleeps; and all hell was breaking loose on the telemetry area.
Callaway had just come on duty at 6 AM, and ran to Susan to try and calm her down. When she got to her, Susan was trying to pull the IVs out of her arm and get out of bed.
Callaway pushed her back down on her pillow. "Susan, listen to me. You nearly died yesterday. If you want to complete that job, do what you are doing, and you will never see your son, or Alan, again."
Susan replied, "How is he?"
Callaway smiled and asked, "Which he?"
"Don't fuck with me Callaway, how is Alan?"
"I just got on duty at 6 AM. I have not finished checking on my patients yet. When I have, I will check on Alan, okay?"
"Thank you. Now how is my little he?"
"He is in Neonatal land getting the best care we can give him. He is just over 2 pounds, which is good. He has a little jaundice, and we have him under the lights to clear that up. None of the tests they took yesterday were back when I left for the evening. I will check on both of them and get back to you. Now let me get back to work; the faster I do my job, the faster I can get you the information you want."
"Thank you Callaway, I am sorry I started your day off like this."
"You think this is unusual for a hospital? You should see when it really gets crazy around here."
Sergeant was in uniform when he showed up at the hospital at 8 AM. He knew he could get by all the rules about visiting hours if he looked like he was on official business. He did not plan on bumping into Callaway when the doors to the elevator opened.
She growled at him. "You wait at the nurse's station, until I get back. If you go into that room without me, I will have you arrested Sergeant. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes nurse, perfectly clear."
Callaway went to the newborn area to check on baby Robbins. He still had a tinge of yellow from jaundice, but his vital signs were good. He had inherited one thing from each of his parents. He had inherited the strength of his mother's lungs; because when he was hungry, he let the nurses know it. The nurses told Callaway they were sure for a 2-pound baby; 4 ounces were between his thighs. They had never seen a premature baby with a penis as long and thick as baby Robbins. He was going to make many young women very happy, before he settled down with one.
She took the stairs up to intensive care to check on Alan. His cranial pressure had dropped and was approaching normal. The doctors might be able to allow him to resume normal consciousness by the beginning of the afternoon if not this evening. She asked one of her friends in ICU to keep her informed about his progress.
When she finally got back to the nurses' station, Sergeant was about to explode.
"Where the fuck were you?"
"Excuse me Sergeant; did you want to see one of my patients before visiting hours?"
"Yes nurse Callaway, I would like to see my cousin, please."
"That is much better Sergeant. If you upset her, you are going to be out on your ass quicker than you went in."
"How can I not upset her, after what I did yesterday?"
"You are going to let me talk first, and then you can speak after I am finished."
"Anything you say, nurse. Are there any sharp instruments in that room?"
"If there aren't, I will bring some in for her to throw at you, meathead."
Callaway led Sergeant Sherwood into room 426. Susan was about to yell at him when she said, "Susan, I go first; because I have all the news you want to hear." Susan's head returned to her pillow, but her icy glare stayed on her cousin's face.
"Susan, if your blood pressure goes up one point, I leave and so does he."
Susan said, "You are real bitch Callaway."
Callaway put on the biggest smile. "You have been talking to your husband."
Susan's face could no longer hold the glare. It cracked into a wide grin, and she said, "Go ahead Callalily, I will invite you to dinner one evening and poison you just to get even."
"You do not have to do that for me. I take my chances every time I go to my sister's house for dinner. I am amazed every time I see Doctor Vincennes arrive at work in the morning, and he is able to perform an operation. However, back to the two people you want to hear about. Your son is doing very well. He looks like his father especially in one area, and he screams like his mother. They still have him under the lights and he will probably be there for another two days, until the jaundice is gone. He is feeding well, and will probably be with us for another month or until his weight is about five pounds. Alan is also doing well, no thanks to your cousin. The swelling in his brain is down, and they may be able to allow him to regain consciousness soon. His vital signs are fine, and this had no effect on his heart. We do not know if there was any further brain damage caused by the trauma, other than what he had before he met you, Susan, but we will find out when he is awake. Now, I am going to allow you to talk to your cousin. If I hear any yelling, he is out of the room instantly. Do you both understand me?"
Callaway took the two grumbled words she thought she heard as yes, and left the room. She would let them fight it out, as families do.
Susan's icy stare returned as soon as Callaway closed the door.
"I am sorry, baby girl, I thought I was going to lose you, and I took it out on him. I just went crazy, and if Stephano did stop me in time, I probably would have killed him."
"Sherwood, when have you ever seen me happier? In the last 41 years of my life, when have I ever been this happy? I met the man of my dreams, and the man of my dreams made one of my dreams come true. The asshole I was married to told me it was my fault we could not have children. I carried that burden around all my adult life. I know Alan a little more than a year. Not only am I happy, but he gets me pregnant, and now I have the baby boy. What do you do about it; you nearly killed my husband, the father of my child, and the man that has made me happy. If I had my whip with me, you would be listening to it sing."
"You do not have to rub it in Susan. I got lectured last night by everyone. I got it from Patricia, Stephano, Callalily, and worst of all; I got home last night Cassandra gave it to me all night. She wonders how I can handle all the stressful situations that happen as a police officer and not be able to handle anything bad that might happen to you, especially after what we just went through, with Sedona."
"What did Stephano have to say about the situation last evening?"
"The way I was told it went last night was that Alan was a wreck. When the nurse came out of the OR and said that he had a son, he asked, "How is my Susan." He did not even acknowledge the birth of the baby boy. He only wanted to know how you were. Callaway was going back and forth bringing the news to them, and at the time it was not good. They had not stopped the bleeding and they could not find the source. That is when I came in, and that is when I reacted. I pulled him out of his seat and hit him once on the left side of his head. He went down instantly. I went down to hit him again, and that is when Stephano tackled me and pulled me off of him. He called me an idiot and told me what Alan said, when the nurse announced the birth of his son. Stephano said that if you died he would be next because he did not want to live without you. We were still on the floor when Callaway came out, told us that they had found the source of the bleeding and that you were going to be fine. She saw Alan lying on the floor and called in an emergency, and they took him away. I should have been put in jail last night for what I did, but no one wanted to add more pain to the situation. I hope you can forgive me, but if anything happens to Alan because of me, I will never be able to forgive myself."
"When are you going to grow up? You treat me like I am still in high school and need your protection. I am a big girl Sergeant. I could get killed falling off my horse, slipping in a bathtub, or crossing a street. Death is a part of life, no one is guaranteed tomorrow. All you can do is let the people you love know it every day. Smile, laugh, and be happy every day, with those around you. Live a good and decent life. Try to be good to everyone, but most of all do not do harm to anyone. You do not have to be a saint Sergeant, God knows I am not, but I know I have never been loved more than I have been loved by Alan, and because of that love, I have been a better person to everyone around me, and I can prove it."
