Authors: Linda Wells
Mark said, “It is strong evidence, plus the H5N1 decoy. He could have done that or someone else inside. We can hold him, but I think someone with access could have gotten to his laptop and set him up. We need to find the person intended to pick it up, if anyone. It was ‘dropped’ today.”
Wally said, “Inside, definitely. Whoever had access to his computer, but we need to take him into custody, right now. Everything points to him, period, and until we find other evidence, this bastard isn’t leaving our sight.”
“Hank found nothing unusual on the video showing Chen receive the H5N1 delivery and place it in storage,” stated George. “At least nothing obvious. He is going to examine every video carefully from the night of the delivery to present.”
“Something fucking happened, assuming all the vials were present and accounted for, as Chen said,” said Wally.
“She had military escorts,” said George, wondering how and when the exchange could have occurred.
Mark had been watching George, his eyes on her lips when she spoke. He wanted to kiss her, among other things. Damn. She still looked beautiful, after this exhausting day. Her long red hair, pantsuit, nothing out of place. Mark was distracted. He was going to take her to a late dinner when they could get away, even if only for an hour. He sensed something between them, and he often felt her looking at him. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Wally and George were still trying to make sense of all of the evidence when George’s cell phone rang.
She picked up the call. “Georgiana Reed here.” She paused. “Oh shit, oh my God.” She got out of the van and started pacing. “Did they get him? You are shitting me. Fuck!”
“I assume you are still looking for the shooter,” she stated. “Yes, go in and toss the place from cellar to attic. I think we might find some missing pieces. Thanks.” George hung up.
Mark and Wally had stopped talking; both staring at George.
“Chen’s dead. We had a tail on her, and after she pulled into her garage, she didn’t go into her house, and our guys got suspicious when her car door remained ajar so they checked it out. They found Chen dead, one shot, back of the head. It looks like a professional hit. There were footprints near the garage entrance. The killer had a head start, but they are searching the area.”
“Fucking A” said Wally.
All were still, and then Wally said, “A loose end, maybe.”
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eorge and Mark had gotten to the condo as fast as they could. Wally stayed at the lab with the task force. The day had been grueling, and they were tired and hungry. But they wanted to see everything firsthand. Chen’s condominium was cordoned off with yellow tape and lots of flashing lights. Neighbors were standing in their driveways but couldn’t get past the police barricades near Suzy’s place.
“What have you found?” were the first words out of George’s mouth when she spoke to Don Patterson, lead guy at the scene. He knew they were coming and was waiting at the curb when they pulled up in Mark’s Mustang. Don was tall and slender, African American, all business. He explained what had been found. The manila envelope with the photos, the cryptic message, and Dr. Chen’s personal laptop, bagged and ready to be taken to the FBI lab. Her S&W .38 J frame was also part of the evidence.
“Anything on the footprints?” Mark asked.
“Nope, not yet. Looks like a man’s jogging shoes. He ran through the back, same way he came in.” He gestured toward the right side of the garage. “We’ll try to do a match, but the shoe is an average size and a common style,” he answered. “No trace of him. The ground is dry, nothing on the pavement on the streets behind her place, but we found something more interesting downstairs.”
George said, “Lead the way.” She and Mark followed him inside, careful to not touch anything. George and Mark were looking around, admiring the beautiful décor. It was immaculate, as well. They could see the kitchen, very modern, and yet it appeared warm and frequently used. They took the stairs to the basement, following Don.
The “basement” was actually a carpeted game room, with casual, comfortable furniture, a flat screen TV on an antique console, end tables with tall burnished silver-based lamps, and several numbered prints, all large, modernistic of bright sweeping colors. A powder room with shower was in the far corner, near the small laundry room, which was hidden behind louvered doors. Nearby was what appeared to be a closet, with yellow tape across it. The “closet” was the jewel.
“Don, what’s in the closet?” asked George. She assumed it housed the furnace and air-conditioning.
“It’s a small but well-equipped laboratory. No one can enter until forensics checks it out. They are on their way. They will need to wear protective suits, in case,” and he nodded his head.
George understood and said to Mark, “This may be one of the missing pieces.”
Mark said nothing. He just kept looking around, trying to digest everything that had happened.
He said, “Clever girl.”
“We assume you have some background on Chen,” George stated.
“Yes, but not what you might think,” he added. “The NCS has had her on their watch list for a little over a month. Nothing has occurred out of the ordinary. She has been involved with a certain Army Lieutenant Colonel Maxwell Graham, West Point grad, special service chief to the Joint Chiefs of Staff, a straight arrow. He reported some findings to a friend of his, a fellow West Point grad, Greg Hammond, who works for the NCS. Dr. Chen had full security clearance and excellent credentials. We had no reason to suspect her, and our surveillance has been steady but never came up with anything. Colonel Graham has been watching her, let’s say, very closely.” He raised his eyebrows. “They have been hot and heavy since January, this year.”
He continued, “From the NCS investigation, we know that Chen also had previous involvement with Adams. It ended badly. She caught him with his pants down, banging some broad— excuse me, Agent Reed. I guess he paid Chen off with a promotion to assistant director of Edgewood Labs. There were two others in line for the position ahead of Dr. Chen, but she was proven capable and apparently had received several notable mentions in scientific journals for her work.”
“This gets more and more interesting,” George said.
“Here’s another angle. Her mother, a native of China, Rose Lee Chen, met and eventually married an American chemistry professor. They met in Hong Kong. He was there on business, consulting for a major chemical manufacturer headquartered there. He brought his wife and her daughter, Suzy, back to the US. Her adoptive father is a professor at the University of Delaware, and her mother is a pianist, having taught piano in Beijing before being allowed to move to Hong Kong. Rose’s first husband, Suzy’s biological father, died in a labor camp in China when she was a baby.
“Rose’s husband, Dr. Robert Thompson, adopted Suzy and loves her as his own. He is unaware that there is another child, a twin sister. Rose was only allowed to have one child under Chinese law. The Chinese authorities took her other daughter and placed her in a government orphanage. She is Suzy’s identical twin. She only learned about her twin sister, Lee, this past year. Lee is living in Beijing, surviving as a prostitute. We don’t know exactly how or when Suzy learned this.”
“Interesting and puzzling,” said George.
“There’s more,” said Don. “A Swiss bank account, ten million US seems to have some tie to Dr. Chen.”
“Okay,” George was impatient. “Whose name’s on it?”
“No name. Just a number.”
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L
ee didn’t understand what Lou E was saying.
“Please explain,” she pleaded.
“We must hurry, Lee, before the other girls awaken,” was all he would say. Tears were flooding down her sculptured face, her eyes reddened and swollen from crying. He had knocked on her door very early and then entered her room, carrying a large black nylon suitcase. He placed it open, on the foot of her bed. He started filling it with her belongings from the rattan dresser drawers and her small closet.
She continued, “What have I done wrong?”
As she kept asking him what he was doing, he remained silent, and she sensed he was unhappy. She knew he cared deeply about her. She had been there now for more years than she could remember. It was the only life she had known. Lou E was much older, and he was like a father and husband to her. After he had gathered and packed all of her clothing, except for her personal items, he went over to Lee, who was sitting against the far wall of her bedroom, sobbing. She couldn’t look at him. He sat down next to her and pulled her against him. His strong and loving arms were wrapped around his beautiful Lee, his love. She leaned into him, feeling loved and safe.
“Lee, my darling child, it is not my choice, but by government order. You must fly to Hong Kong immediately.”
She held him tighter, more upset than ever by his words.
“Why?” She was trembling with fear. “Am I to be killed?”
She knew prostitution was illegal and thought that she was to be punished. Lou E and Mick had always protected their “charges” and paid large sums to local government officials for protection. The girls entertained them lavishly and felt honored to be with such notable and important guests.
“No.” Lou E was reassuring, but solemn. “I have been told to place you on a flight this afternoon to arrive in Hong Kong by this evening. Someone will be awaiting your arrival at the gate, and you will be safe and well cared for. You are to have no fears or concerns.”
He would not tell her that he and Mick were paid a large sum of money to arrange her transfer. They also had no choice. Mick and Lou E were heartbroken. Both felt great love for Lee, having known her from childhood to womanhood. She had a beautiful spirit and felt great affection and love for both of these men. Lou E had become her exclusive lover, and he allowed no one else to touch her. As Lee’s role shifted, she befriended the new girls and helped them adjust to their new world. She felt fortunate to have been cared for by such devoted men. They were her family. It was the only life she had known.
Lou E stood, pulling her up with him, held her, kissed her forehead gently, and said, “Shower and prepare yourself. I have bought some travelling clothes for you. You will be pleased with the new garments, shoes, and other items that I have chosen.”
She trusted him to do what was best for her. She always did his bidding. She looked up at him, into his loving eyes, and gently kissed his mouth. They felt the love between them that was everlasting. She went into the bathroom, removed her silk dressing gown, and when fully undressed, stepped into the warm shower. As she washed her hair, and felt the water flowing over her soft skin, she suddenly felt an excitement and trust, that there could be a new world, something wondrous in her future. She had read about Hong Kong, and the idea of going there was like a dream. The unknown was still frightening, but Lou E had always protected her, and she knew he always would.
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M
ax called Greg at his DC office.
“Greg, I need to talk to you,” asked Max.
“Of course,” said Greg, and he paused.
“Is it true that the NYC subway was attacked by terrorists this morning?” asked Max.
“Yes,” answered Greg.
“What are you allowed to tell me?” Max asked.
“The FBI is working the case, and they are starting at the logical place,” he answered.
“Edgewood,” stated Max in a monotone.
“Yep,” answered Greg.
“So there could be a link to the director and others who work there?”
“Anything is possible,” answered Greg.
“Cut the crap. You know what I need to know.” Max was pissed.
“Dr. Adams and his staff are being questioned. Forensics is there now. Some items have been taken for further examination,” answered Greg. “Remember Wally Weber, the FBI guy from the anthrax case?”
“Yes, I recognize his name,” said Max.
“He is a big gun behind the scenes, and I heard through the grapevine that he is part of the investigation team,” stated Greg.
“Shit,” said Max. “I need to talk to Suzy. She cannot be involved in this. She and the director dated for a short time, but something happened and she ended it,” stated Max. Max sounded like he was trying to convince himself.
“He is being interrogated. He is denying any knowledge or having any information that could link him to the H5N1 outbreak, though evidence is pointing directly to him. They think he had an accomplice. At least preliminary evidence indicates that, but we don’t know who, as yet,” said Greg.
Greg had to ask Max, “Do you think she is still involved with Adams?”
“Fuck no, no way,” answered Max, angry that Greg had even gone there. “Motive?”
“Adams had an expensive divorce, so he could use some money, or he could have a hard-on for the US or he could be a fruit fucking cake,” said Greg. “Maybe all three,” he added.
“Evidence?” asked Max.
“E-mails,” said Greg. Then he continued, “From Adams to a dead drop, indicating a completed task, and other incriminating stuff. Of course, he denies any knowledge of this.”
“Maybe a set up?” asked Max. He prayed to God that Suzy wasn’t part of this shit. He had to see her right away.
Max was tired of waiting for Suzy to call. She wasn’t answering her cell phone, and he knew she was no longer at the lab.
“Shit,” Max exclaimed. “I guess that’s all you can say, right?”
“Right, except stay away from her for now. Do you understand?”
Greg was being forceful and cared about his longtime friend, but he knew Max would not listen.
“I’m on the way to her place,” said Max, ending the call.
“No!” yelled Greg, but Max had already hung up.
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ax was driving as fast as he could, sensing something was seriously wrong. He hoped that Suzy wasn’t involved. His mind couldn’t conceive of that possibility. He would know when he saw her, held her, and she would tell him everything. All he had to do was look in her eyes. He knew of Suzy’s desperate need to save her twin sister, Lee. Knowing what he had learned from Greg about her sister and other emotional entanglements, he understood more fully how tortured and damaged Suzy’s life had been.