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Tuesday, July 16, 2013

My Brother's Keeper #14

“She did it, Blair.  She programmed me to believe I killed Victor.  None of it was real.” Todd’s voice caught.  He swallowed hard and looked away from Blair so she wouldn’t see the tears building in his eyes, and quickly tried to blink them away.
 
 Blair had listened quietly as Todd told her about his dream.  She sensed his anger, but she also heard the underlying pain in his voice.  She reached and took his hand in hers.  “Todd, I’m sorry.”


“For what?” He looked at her hand and marveled at how good it felt when she took his.  Then he met her eyes and saw them glistening with unshed tears, too.

“All that’s happened to you recently.  You forget I was there when you read your mother’s diary for the first time.  I know how much it meant to you.”


His eyes dropped from hers, and he pulled his hand free. He got up and walked over to the window.  He rolled his head to unkink his neck.  “That was a long time ago, Blair.”  He stared out at the view.


She got up and joined him.  Wrapping her arms around him, she molded herself to him from behind. “I know, but I also know it hurts.  It hurts just like it did when you found out the horrible truth about your father, Victor.”


He covered her arms with his. “Why?  Why did she hate me so much?” his voice broke. “I was a baby when she gave me away.  What did I do?”


“You didn’t do anything.  Your mother was just as sick as your father.  She was the one that was broken, and she took advantage of your brother.  She molded him until he was nothing more than her lap dog who would do and say anything for her.  She couldn’t manipulate your father and something in you, even as a baby, told her she would never be able to manipulate you.”


“But she did, she made me believe I killed my own brother.” He turned in her arms and met her eyes again.  His hands went around her waist.  “She tried to kill me and almost killed all of you.  I put you all in danger because I wouldn’t play her damn game.”


“Stop it!  I won’t hear you blame yourself.”  She put both of her hands on his face.  “You’re stronger than both of them put together. You fought her and escaped, then beat her at her own game, and she hated you for it. She was vile and cruel and she deserves to be dead.  As for making you believe you killed your brother, it didn’t last.  You figured it out.  Now we know you had nothing to do with Victor’s death and disappearance.” Blair rubbed her finger against his scar. “You are, without a doubt, the strongest man I know.  Any other man would have been a basket case after what you’ve been through.”


“I don’t think I'm all that strong, but when I’m with you, I feel I can be.  You do that for me.” His hand moved from her waist, and he stroked her hair. “Every time they would torture me, I just kept remembering you and the kids and it gave me strength.”  He leaned and kissed her softly. “Thanks” he whispered.


“You’re welcome,” She said, with that breathy voice she sometimes used.


He gathered her into his arms and looked at the sunrise.  “It’s a new day.  I need to stop thinking about her right now.  We have to find Victor.  The ones who have him know we’re on to them.  If we can’t figure out how to locate him, they might kill him after all.”


The sunrise was beautiful, but as Blair looked out over the city, she couldn’t enjoy it.  Tomas, Calmar, and whoever they worked for had tried to frame Todd. She hugged Todd. “Do you have any sort of plan?”


“Yes.  Last night you told me about Calmar.  You said he was Tomas’ superior.   I looked at that chip.  It contains the plans for making more of those replicas, for lack of a better word, as well as a list of potential targets to be replaced.”


“My God, you mean there’s some organization out there planning on making more of those things?” Blair felt goosebumps run up her arms.  She remembered her horror when she saw what was left in Victor’s casket.


“Yes.  It’s my guess that my mother stole the plans and was blackmailing the organization with the information. They’ve been taking orders from her ever since.   I put a serious crimp in her plans when I found the chip and took it.  When she ordered me killed, they sent Tomas after me.  He had no idea why, and when I almost died. my mother decided to try and recover the chip and ordered him to bring me to her instead.  Eight years later I escaped and it became a whole new ballgame.”


“What do you mean?”


“Tomas and his pals found out why Irene had been holding me and realized she had lost the chip.  Her power over them was over, but the chip was still out there and they needed to find it.  Tomas told them I knew nothing about it.  So they took Victor.  They set me up thinking all they had to do was make it look like I killed Victor and it would take me off the playing field.  I killed Irene and that helped them even more, but they didn’t know I had found the chip.  Now I’ve got the power.”


“Todd, what are you going to do?  You can’t give them that chip.  You just told me they intend to make more of those things and take over other people’s lives.  You can’t let them do that.”


“I’m going to bargain with them for Victor’s life.  They return him and I’ll keep my mouth shut about what I know.  If they kill him or attempt to harm anyone else, the chip will be turned over to the proper authorities.”


“Why don’t you just turn it over to Bo, now.  We can’t take the chance they won’t go after the children to force you to return it.”


“If I turn over the chip, we have nothing left to bargain with.  I have to do it my way.  Are you with me or not?” Todd waited, everything in him hoped she would go along with him, but he knew a lot had changed for her while he had been gone.  He was uncertain just how much of a risk-taker Blair was anymore. The silence lengthened. “I guess I have my answer.”  Todd released her.  “I’ll take you home.”  He was disappointed, but he wasn’t going to let her know how much it hurt.


Blair had been caught off guard by all the revelations and a small part of her remembered all of Todd’s schemes that had backfired.  Then she recalled the exhilaration she had felt helping him the night before.  It had been like old times. Them against the world. When Todd asked her if she was with him or not, she had paused.  If she went along with Todd she was trusting him to protect her and their children.  Can you do that Blair?  You know you love him, but do you trust him?  He’s not pushing you, he’s giving you a chance to walk away.  Is that what you want? She was startled when she heard his words and he pulled away from her. What? No, wait? You idiot!  Stop him!


She turned and grabbed him as he started to walk away.“Todd, stop.  It’s not what you think. I’m with you.  Whatever you decide to do,  I trust you.  I know you won’t let anything happen to me or the children.”


Todd stared at her in wonder. “Do you mean it?”


“You big goof, of course, I mean it.” She flung herself back into his arms.  She wasted no further time talking, instead, she searched out his lips with her own, letting her tongue slip out slightly and brush the edges of his mouth. Her lips molded to his as the kiss deepened.  


Todd wasted no time returning the kiss. When he lifted his head, both of them were breathless. “I … I thought you were just going to send me away like the last time. Because it was too dangerous.  I wouldn’t have blamed you, you know.  This isn’t going to be a piece of cake.  These guys are ruthless.”


“I know.  But you said you were going to make sure the family wouldn’t be harmed and I believe you.   Now how are you going to contact these guys?  You don’t know where they are.”


“I’m going to go find Louie.  Irene said he was dead, but Victor heard him.  That means he’s out there.  I’ll start at the docks.  If that doesn’t work, I’ll go to have a long talk with Tomas Delgado.  Either way, I will make contact.  This has to end.”


****


Tomas sat opposite John.  He was confident that John was just on a fishing expedition.  They couldn’t possibly have anything to really connect him to Victor’s death  The gun, that Louie had so obligingly given them from Todd, wasn’t the one John had just confiscated.  That, at least, worked in Tomas’ favor.  
 
“Look, John, I don’t know why I’m here.  You came to Tea’s house, said you wanted to talk, and the next thing I know you’re arresting me. “


John looked across at Tomas. “Really?  You were all set to shoot me in the back.  Care to explain that?”


“Your Officer Fish just got overzealous.  I wasn’t going to shoot you.  I  just realized I had the gun on me and was taking it out to put it back in the house before following you to the station.”  It was a flimsy excuse, but he knew Fish had stopped him before he had pointed it at John.  The only thing the officer could testify to was that he took the gun out of his pocket.


John shrugged. “That remains a matter of opinion, but let’s talk about the night Victor died.  According to you, you had a late-night meeting with your friend Calmar and didn’t get home until well after Victor died, correct?”

“Yes, I told you.  I was on my way home when I had a flat tire and arrived home too late to help Tea.”


“So it’s safe to assume you never saw Victor that night at all.”  There was a knock on the door. “Excuse me, hold your thought.”  He got up and opened it to find Natalie holding a file.


“This just arrived from Cherryvale, John.  The prints are a definite match.  We still haven’t been able to identify the material.  Something new or experimental, its resemblance to the real thing is uncanny.” She handed it to him, stared a moment at Tomas, and walked away.


John walked back to the table.  “Sorry about that, now where were we?  Oh yes, from your statement, I guess you never saw Victor the night he died, right?”


“That’s right, by the time I got home it was all over.  You know all this, John.  Why are you dredging it all back up?”


“There’s been a new wrinkle in the case.  Someone disturbed Victor Lord’s grave last night.”

“My God, did you tell Tea?”


“Yes, I just left her.  Let me ask you one more time.  Are you sure you never saw Victor that night?”


Tomas felt a chill go down his spine he looked at the file in John’s hand. “What’s really going on, John?  I’ve already answered that.”


“There’s a strange thing about the graveside disturbance.  You see, the casket was opened, and you can imagine Bo’s and my surprise when we found out what was in it.  Victor wasn’t there.”


Tomas started to breathe a little easier.  “You mean it was empty?  Did the grave robbers take the body?”


John had been watching Tomas and had seen him tense up.  He also noted Tomas’ eyes on the file and then saw him relax when he heard Victor wasn’t in the grave. ”I’m sorry, did I give the impression that the casket was empty?”  Once again, he watched Tomas shift in his chair and start drumming his fingers on the table nervously.


After tapping the table a few more times. Tomas got up and started to walk around the room.  “Look, you seem to be playing some sort of game here.  Spit it out, John, was Victor in the casket or not?”


John didn’t say anything right away, he pretended to write a note on the folder and observed Tomas a moment longer. Judging by his reaction, it looked like Bo and the Cherryvale Coroner had been right. The coroner said the body was supposed to have been consumed by the fire, it just hadn’t been. Tomas had expected the casket to be empty.   “No, Victor wasn’t in the casket.  But you already know that.  Oddly enough, what was there, resembled Victor and told us quite a bit.  Like you lied when you said you didn’t see Victor that night.”


Tomas froze in place when he heard John’s words.  It couldn’t be. They assured me the damn thing would be ashes.   He tried to gather himself and sat back down. “I don’t have the foggiest idea what you talking about now.  Something in the casket resembled Victor but wasn’t Victor.  I don’t understand.”


“Well let me see if I can help your confusion.  This is just conjecture at this time, but I’m guessing you went home that rainy night   You walked in on Victor making a call to Shaun, and you shot him, but you didn’t kill him, you just knocked him out.  Then you removed his body and replaced it with the thing we found in his casket.  A replica so life-like and engineered that even Tea thought she was holding onto her husband.”


Tomas smiled grimly. “You’ve been reading too many science fiction books, Detective.  I told you, I was with my friend Calmar.  I never saw Victor.  I have no idea where this replica you’re talking about came from, but I know nothing about it.”


John opened the folder that Natalie had just handed him, took out a sheet of paper, and tossed it onto the table in front of Tomas. “Well, you see, I have a problem with that.  You made a mistake, Tomas.  You left your fingerprint on its neck.  That artificial skin although very real, holds prints and yours are a match for those and several others found on what was left of the body.  Perhaps you’d like to explain how they got there?”


Tomas stared down at the paper in front of him, then back at John. “I’ve said all I’m going to.  I want my lawyer.”


John nodded. “I’ll have Fish bring you a phone.  I hope your lawyer’s good.  The way I see it. You’re going to be the one who takes the fall for this.” He started to walk to the door and then stopped and turned back. “I forgot to tell you something.  It seems the coroner who pronounced Victor dead was suddenly killed last night by a hit and run.  It made me think someone might be trying to tie up loose ends. Hmm, I wonder if you fall in that category.”  


Tomas watched John leave.  His hand slowly covered the sheet of paper in front of him.  He crumpled it into a ball and threw it across the room.


****


Todd walked back into his office.  Blair had protested, but he had insisted on taking her home.  He walked over to the window and stared off towards the docks.  Okay, Todd, just how are you going to find Louie? You told Blair you were going to the docks, but you know that‘s pointless.  The police have been looking for him ever since you told them about the gun.


"Knock, knock,  what are you going on about now?  God, I swear you have the most muddled mind."


“Shut up Victor!   That muddled mind you’re talking about wasn’t so muddled when it figured out a way to prove you were still alive.  What happened to you yesterday?”


I don’t know. I think they drugged me.  I was talking about the Frenchman and then he came in.  The next thing I know they put a needle in my arm.  That’s all I remember until I woke up a few minutes ago.  They’ve still got me blindfolded and I hear a lot of activity outside this so-called room they have me in.  Tell me, what did you do to prove I wasn’t dead?


“I opened your grave.”


What the hell, that’s cold.  I shouldn’t be surprised given what I know about you and graveyards.  So I was right. There wasn’t anything in it, was there?


“Oh, there was something there. Blair fainted right into my arms. The rain brought her around quick enough, but we both were shocked by what we found.”


Well, don’t leave me in suspense.  What was in my grave?


“Some kind of strange replica of you.  I’ve got to say if there hadn’t been a gaping hole burned into the thing’s chest showing us the insides. I would have thought it was you.  The parts that weren’t burnt looked like you and it’s no wonder Tea thought she was holding you.”


What did you do next?  Take it?


“Didn’t get a chance. Someone called the cops.  Bo and John showed up.  Things started happening.  It was taken to Cherryvale.  I’m guessing by now, Tea’s been informed.  It’s out of my hands now, but we learned something.  Tomas is involved in this and so is his pal Calmar.  Blair says Calmar is French.  We think he’s the one holding you.”


Well, what are you waiting for?  Find Calmar and find me.  Got to tell you, I’ve got to get out of here.  These guys don’t play nice.  I don’t know what they’ll do next.


Victor’s words brought back images Todd wanted to bury.  The room felt cold suddenly, and he hugged himself. Day in and day out Baker had tortured him seeking the damn chip. If they weren’t shooting him up with electricity which in itself knocked him out, they would attempt drugs.  Sometimes he hadn’t known which side was up because of the drugs they put in him. It had been endless, and he had finally withdrawn, unable to stand it anymore.  His hands dropped to his side and clenched.  He had been torn from his safe place by yet another drug, and he had found out how many years he had been held. 

 “Look, you don’t have to tell me what‘s going on.  I’ve already lived it.  These guys are every bit as ruthless as our mother.  I’m not going to let them get away with this.  I think I know of a way to get them to release you.  You’ll have to trust me.  Victor, you said Louie sounded like he was reluctant to continue working with those guys.  If you get a chance to make contact with him, try and work on that insecurity.  The guy saved my life.  I don’t think he meant to hurt you or me.  If I can find him, I think he’ll help.”


Victor didn’t respond back immediately.  Todd waited, wondering if his brother had just nodded off because of the drugs.  He wouldn’t have blamed him.  The memory of lying in a stupor on a bed was still fresh.  “Are you still there, Victor?”


Umm.  I...What the hell, I’ll try if I get a chance.  No one around here just talks to me, though, you know what I mean.  I’m not in the best position to help you.


Todd nodded, he knew exactly what Victor was living. “Hang in there, I’m not giving up.  We’re going to get you home.”


Got to go.  The door just opened.  Todd, I... Shit!


Todd buckled over, his side felt like it had been kicked in.  He clutched his side and braced himself against the window. “Victor!”



 
















Sunday, June 23, 2013

My Brother's Keeper #13



Bo walked up the stairs to his apartment.  He was bone tired. You can’t pull these all-nighters anymore.  Nora’s going to read you the riot act.  He gingerly put his key in the door and prayed she was still asleep.  When he had gone out the previous night he had expected to be home within a couple of hours.   As always, when Manning was involved, that proved to be an impossible task.  Upon entering his apartment, he found himself checking out the time when he heard a noise behind him.


“Bo Buchanan, how dare you sneak into this house at 5:00 in the morning!  Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?  You leave and say you’re only going to be gone a short while, then nothing!”
“Now, Red, I have a good explanation,” Bo said as he turned to face his irate wife.  She stood angrily looking at him in her short light green silk robe, with her reading glasses perched in her auburn hair.  He figured she had kept herself awake by doing some work.  He knew from experience, she had thought the worst when he hadn’t come home.  He walked to her and drew her into his arms.  “I’m sorry.  Look I’m fine.  Let me explain.  Once you hear what I have to say you’ll understand.”


 Nora let him hold her for a minute and hugged him.  He was alive and she was grateful, but he had done this far too many times to just let him wiggle out with an ”I’m sorry”.  She pushed away and stared at him hard.  “Start explaining.  Where have you been and why are you all damp and dirty?”


“I got caught in that downpour we had last night.  That call I got last night, that took me out of here, was an anonymous tip that someone was digging up a body at the cemetery.  The caller indicated I would find the perpetrator interesting and then hung up.  After what happened with Gigi’s grave, I figured I’d better look into it.  I’ll give you one guess who we found.”
 
Nora remembered how upset Bo had been when Rex had been beside himself with grief after Gigi died.  She understood now why Bo went out, but his voice had gotten serious, and only one man generated that tone from him.  “You’re kidding.  Are you saying Todd Manning was digging up a grave?”


Bo nodded, “By the time we got there he had the coffin opened.”
 
“You had him dead to rights. I hope you didn’t waste any time arresting him,” she saw Bo frown.  “You did arrest him, didn’t you?”


“No.  You see, that’s when everything got weird.  He wasn’t alone.  Blair was with him.”


“Oh, now wait a minute, I thought Blair had more sense by now.  Was she helping him?  Who were they digging up?”
 
“Victor.  He didn’t try to deny anything.  I mean, how could he?  We caught him standing on top of the coffin.  Funny thing was, he claimed he wasn’t guilty of anything more than digging a hole in the ground.  I told him he was desecrating a grave and he said Victor wasn’t in the grave, so how could he have desecrated it.”


“Why that sociopath, I can’t wait to get him in the courtroom.  He was obviously trying to get rid of some evidence we missed when Victor was killed.  But I still don’t understand, you said he was standing on Victor’s coffin.  You had all the proof you needed.  Why didn’t you arrest him?”


Bo sighed and pulled Nora to the couch.  “What I have to tell you right now stays in this room.  Manning was right.  Victor wasn’t in the grave.”


Nora sat down abruptly, “Do you mean the coffin was empty?  Did Victor trick us all?”


Bo ran a hand through his hair and leaned back wearily against the back of the sofa.  “That would have been something normal, but that’s not what we found.  From the moment I walked into that cemetery, this night has turned into some kind of science fiction horror movie all rolled into one.  The coffin wasn’t empty.  What we found in there only raised more questions.  On top of everything else, Manning declared that his brother is still alive, but that he’s being held hostage somewhere.”


“Bo, this is Todd Manning you’re talking about.  Surely you don’t believe him.” Nora was stunned when Bo met her gaze and she realized he believed exactly that.  She shook her head. “No, I must be dreaming.  There’s no way you would believe him.”


Bo reached over and took her hand.  “You’re not dreaming and neither am I.  Tonight someone killed the coroner who declared Victor dead.  We’re also trying to locate Tomas Delgado.  He’s in this up to his ears.”
“But what about Todd and Blair?  If you didn’t arrest them, where are they?”


“According to my men, they’re both at the Manning building.  We’re keeping an eye on them, don’t worry. There’s a lot more to tell you, but frankly, I’m too tired right now.  Come on, honey, there are still a few hours of dark left, take pity on me and I promise I’ll fill you in on the rest of the story in the cold light of morning.”  He pushed himself slowly up and off the couch, every one of his muscles protesting.  Man, I’m getting old.  He extended a hand to his wife, helping her up and together they made their way to bed.


****


Tomas rolled over in his bed as his cell phone woke him.  Recognizing the number he answered.  “You better have a good reason for calling me at this ungodly hour.”


“We encountered a problem.  You need to get here, immediately!  There’s a new task for you.”


“What do you mean?  What happened, Claude?”


“Victor’s grave was dug up last night.  Our man, at the cemetery, got there too late to stop the perpetrators from opening the casket.  They found the duplicate.”


”What did he see?”


“Nothing much.  He said there were two of them, but he couldn’t see the man’s face who did the digging because he was covered in mud.  The second person could have been a woman but with the rain coming down so hard, he couldn’t tell for sure.  He didn’t get a chance to find out anymore because the police showed up and he took the opportunity to disappear in the downpour.  He didn’t want to get waylaid by them and figured he better report in.  As he was slipping away, he heard the Commissioner say something but he couldn’t make it out.


“So you want me to come in.  What about the people here who covered Victor’s death?”


“They‘ve already been taken care of.  We have to assume the Commissioner will have checked out the remains by now.  I want you here, we need to discuss our next options.”


Tomas was already out of bed and throwing things into his backpack.  If the police had the replica, it wouldn’t be long before they tied it to him.  “I’m out of here.  I’ll be at the compound by noon.”  He quickly closed the bag and grabbed his papers and money.  Dani and Tea were still asleep, and he stopped long enough to write a quick note to Tea.


Sorry Pajarito, but I have to make a trip to Paris concerning my son Baz.  I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.  I promise, when I return, to up my investigation into Victor’s murder.
Love
Tomas


He signed Tea’s name on the outside of the note and left it on the entryway table for her to find.  With one last look around, he opened the door and found himself face to face with John McBain.  Stunned he said nothing.


“Good Morning.  Going out of town?” asked John nonchalantly.

“Yes, I just got an urgent call from my son.  I need to fly to Paris.  Now if you’re here to see Tea, might I suggest you make it a little later in the day,   She’s not sleeping too well.”


“Actually, I’m here to see you, and I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to postpone your trip.  I need to ask you some questions about the night Victor died.  Something new has come to light, and I think you’re just the man who can straighten things out.  I need you to come down to the station.  It shouldn’t take too long.”


Tomas took a long look at John.  It’s early in the morning, if I kill him now, no one would even know he was here.  “Of course John, after you.”  John turned and started to walk away.  Tomas had his weapon halfway out of his pocket when he felt a gun in his back.


“Take it out slowly, any attempt to fire, and you‘ll be dead before you pull the trigger.” Officer Fish nudged his gun against Tomas’ back to prove he meant business.


John turned back around, “Tsk, Tsk, that wasn’t very bright.  I thought all CIA assassins were trained to know their surroundings. Something must have really rattled you, for you to get so careless.”  He reached and relieved Tomas of his gun making sure not to touch the grip.  “Interesting, a nine millimeter.  I’m wondering if this is the weapon we’ve been looking for all along,”  he looked at Fish as he proceeded to place the gun in an evidence bag. “Cuff him and let’s get him and this down to the station.” 

  Tomas hadn't said a word the whole time John had talked. Now he just glared as Fish pulled his arms behind his back and bound him. "You won't be able to hold me. My superiors will have me out before lunchtime."  

John turned back and stood directly in front of Tomas. “I knew there was something about you that bothered me from the beginning, but I let everything slide when you turned on Victor at the Premier.  Tea believes you’ve changed, but you’re still the same cold-blooded assassin who turned over an innocent man to his deranged mother and just walked away. Get him out of here.  I’ll be down to the station shortly."  

 He watched as Fish took Tomas to the car. "Hey.  Find out who his last call came from.  I'm betting it wasn’t his son." John went back to the front door.   He wasn’t looking forward to his next task.