Wilmington-New Castle airport
Joseph hesitantly walked through the doors, his bag clutched in his hand,
which was perspiring so much that the material slid around in his grasp.
His eyes swept over the small crowd that was waiting, trying to recognize
any familiar faces. Then there was a soft whoop in his ears and a pair
of arms wrapped around him from behind, a familiar face grinning delightedly
out of the corner of his peripheral vision, and Joseph's hands tightened
around the arms encircling his chest.
"Alastair!" he breathed in relief. "Thank Gott."
<"Did you think I wouldn't know you were coming?">
his friend demanded in German, laughing. <"It's been so long,">
he enthused. <"It's so good to see you again.">
"Give him a chance to breathe, little brother," a familiar
voice scolded, and Joseph's head snapped around in astonishment.
"Sam!" he gasped in disbelief. "But you
"Dead?" The sweeper laughed. "Delius tried that old line
again, huh? Nope, still alive."
He looked over his shoulder to see a group of men approaching, all dressed
in black outfits, flame logos visible on their chests. One carried a small,
limp body in his arms and Sam took it as soon as the man was within reach,
offering it to the healer with a smile.
"I think you'll want this."
Joseph's arms curled around the boy's body, watching as the dark eyelashes
fluttered and then lifted. For several seconds, his son drowsily stared
at him, before snuggling against his neck and closing his eyes again.
"Daddy," he mumbled, relaxing in the man's arms.
Alastair glanced over his shoulder at the Sanctuary staff, seeing one
nod to tell him their plane was ready, before looking at his brother.
"We should get going," he suggested regretfully. "Just
in case someone sounds the alarm."
"I guess so," Sam agreed. "Even though not all of us have
to be up at 6am."
"Aw!" Alastair gave him a grin. "You poor baby!"
Sam caught him in a headlock and scrubbed his hair. "I always was
stronger than you, Shorty, so I suggest you keep your smart remarks to
"Bully," his brother retorted, running a hand over the maltreated
locks. "Why not pick on someone your own size? Your boss's second-in-command,
Sam chuckled. "Broots? He's getting better, but, unless he was armed,
he wouldn't be much of a challenge." The sweeper glanced at his watch.
"Still, I think you're right. If I'm much longer, Carly might worry."
"Give my niece a kiss and hug for me," Alastair told him, embracing
his brother. "And take care of yourself, pal."
"You too." Sam returned the hug before giving Joseph a friendly
clap on the shoulder, nodding at the group and speaking in German. <"They'll
take you to your real destination, my friend. Take care of that boy, for
his mother's sake.">
The healer's eyes became sad as he nodded, letting himself be guided
towards the doors by the hand Alastair placed on his shoulder. Before
going through them, he turned back, but the spot where Sam had been standing
was already empty.
* * * * * * * * *
Willie carried his gear across the polished wooden floor, pleased at
the prospect of a good workout. The patch between his shoulders itched
a little, and it was harder to get off there, but at least it was out
of sight when he had his sweats on. His mind was already on what lay ahead,
and he didn't notice the sound of heels clicking behind him until someone
grabbed his suit jacket and spun him around, slamming him against the
"Miss Parker! What was that for?" he demanded. He had never
liked the woman, but couldn't seem to remember why.
"Who ordered you to hire that actress in Frankfort?" she snarled
between clenched teeth.
"What the hell are you talking about? When was I supposed to be
"Last week, you bonehead. You hired an actress to impersonate my
mother and send me on a wild goose chase." She stepped closer and
grasped the lapels of his suit jacket in both fists. "I want to know
who put you up to it, because I know you're not smart enough to have figured
out how to do all that by yourself."
Willie's brow furrowed. "Have you lost your mind, Miss Parker? I've
been here in Blue Cove all week. Check the records, if you like. But whatever
happened to you, this is the first I've heard about it."
She stared at him, hatred smoldering in her eyes. Then she eased back
and crossed her arms defiantly across her chest. "You can bet I will
be checking up on you, Willie. And in case you haven't heard yet, we're
sending everybody through the Infirmary for a blood draw. Your division's
"Yeah, I heard about that. What's it for?"
"Looking for security risks. Specifically, Aurora addicts. I'll
see you there shortly. Right?"
That caused a slight flicker of alarm, but it vanished quickly enough.
"Of course. Shall I go before or after my workout?"
"After is fine. And I'll be waiting." She pivoted on her high
heel and left the gym at a brisk walk.
Willie watched her leave, and then headed for the men's locker room.
He pulled out a hanger and began to disrobe, taking note of the other
men changing clothes, and kept his back to the wall as he changed shirts,
so no one would see the patch. He couldn't afford to be spotted with one,
but he also knew that he would need help from his supplier to know what
Valentine came in a moment later, sweaty and panting from his own workout.
Willie caught his eye and nodded him into an out of the way corner of
the locker room where they could talk without being overheard.
"You've heard about the drug testing they're doing?" he whispered.
When the other man nodded, he added, "What do you want me to do?"
"They're also doing body checks, looking for patches," Valentine
informed him. "But I've got a solution for that, too. There's a syringe
in my gym bag with your name on it. Take off the patch, scrub off the
adhesive in the shower, and no one will be the wiser."
"But won't the test come back positive? Then what do I do?"
Valentine smiled, secrets twinkling in his dark eyes. "You do nothing.
The test will come back negative."
"But if this is Aurora
" Willie began uncertainly. "That's
the drug everybody's been talking about for months now."
"You assumed," Valentine corrected. "But it's not Aurora.
It's new, and they don't have a testing protocol for it yet. Supernova
won't show up on a screen for Aurora. They're not that alike." He
chuckled, and clapped the other man on the shoulder. "Like I said,
don't worry. Be happy. I'll take care of you, Willie."
The sweeper smiled, reassurance flowing through him like comforting warmth.
"Whatever you say, sir. Just keep it coming."
"You have my word on that." Valentine started to walk away,
raising his voice and bringing up the subject of a recent sports match
on television, giving the other men in the locker room the impression
that they were just talking about personal things.
Willie finished changing, and headed out into the gym for a rousing workout,
secure in the knowledge that his most important needs would be met, and
that he had no reason to worry about Miss Parker.
* * * * * * * * *
Jarod worked diligently on his latest idea for a new treatment for Jacob.
The boy's health was declining rapidly, and hope was fading that they'd
be able to stave off the inevitable for much longer. He glanced over at
his research partner, and noted the dark circles under Jordan's eyes.
"Did you sleep last night, son?" he asked quietly.
Jordan didn't look up from the notes he was scribbling. "A little.
Elizabeth came by to see me. She helped me get some rest."
The elder Pretender nodded, grateful once more that the Australian woman
had come into their unique organization.
The PA speaker in the lab switched on abruptly . "Jarod, Faith and
Sebastian, please come to the conference room."
Jarod glanced at Jordan, promised to be back as soon as he could, and
headed for the elevator. He found Ramona waiting in the conference room,
sitting quietly near a young man with a thick shock of straight brown
hair and blue eyes. Beside him was a small boy, about four years old,
who looked very much like him and was obviously scared, pressing close
to the man and staring around with wide eyes. There was something familiar
about the man's face, but Jarod couldn't place it. He stood when Jarod
came in, rose again when Faith stepped in a moment later, and again when
Sebastian entered the room.
"Faith, gentlemen, this is Joseph Otto and his son, Peter,"
Ramona began. "Their English isn't very good, so I was hoping Jarod
might be able to translate for us. Do you speak German, Jarod?"
The names were a shock, and Jarod met the man's eyes instantly. "Joseph?
How did you get out of Berlin? Alastair said you were still a prisoner
there." He repeated himself in German when his comment brought a
look of confusion from their visitor.
"Jarod?" Joseph grinned. "Is that you?" He rose,
came around the table and hugged his old friend, clapping him firmly on
the back . "They told us you were dead! I am glad they vere lying."
Jarod took a moment to explain to the others about the meningitis experiment,
leaving out enough detail to avoid being questioned, and moved on to the
reason why Joseph had come.
<"What brings you to us?"> he asked in fluent
German. <"Miss Parker said it was something to do with the
children, but she didn't tell me much.">
"I come for my other son," Joseph replied in halting English,
turning his eyes to the others one at a time. "I vish to be viss
him. Now I am dead in Berlin, so I can stay here." He explained to
Jarod, who translated for the others. Then, he reached into a pocket of
the jacket he wore and pulled out a small silver disc, handing it to Jarod
and closing his fingers around it. <"This will tell you everything,">
he assured his friend. <"It has all the parentage records of
the Seraphim. All but one.">
"Gabriel," Jarod assumed. But he already knew that information.
"So we can use this to locate all the parents who are still living,
and reunite the families."
Joseph nodded. <"My son's name is Raphael. May I see him?">
Sebastian glanced at Faith. He leaned close and whispered in her ear.
"He's telling the truth," she affirmed softly. "And he
loves his son. But he's sad about something, too."
Jarod asked him about that. With a note of surprise, Joseph explained
about having to leave Julia, Peter's mother, behind in Berlin, speaking
in halting English so that the woman's son wouldn't understand. The Pretender
listened, twirling the disc between his fingers thoughtfully.
"Who is Raphael's mother?" he asked when the other man was
<"I never met her,"> Joseph assured him. <"Her
name is Catherine Parker. Do you know her?">
For a moment, the disc did not move. Jarod's fingers closed over it,
gripping it until his knuckles turned white. <"Yes. I knew
her. She's dead."> He didn't need to see his friend's face
to know that brought a little sadness with it.
But then he remembered something Miss Parker had told him in a recent
phone conversation. Now he had another dilemma, one he wasn't qualified
to decide. He'd need to talk to her about it, to ask her opinion before
he proceeded. Merritt was Catherine's clone. And now, it seemed, she had
a son, and his name was Raphael.
Jarod laid the disc on the table and slid it along the polished surface
toward Sebastian, who took it and handed it to Ramona with instructions
to compile all the information stored on it in a report for him to view
later. Then the Pretender stood, taking Joseph by the elbow, and led father
and son toward the elevators and the nursery, so the family could be united
* * * * * * * * *
New York City
Miss Parker signed the receipt and watched as the cart full of blood
samples was opened, and testing began. She took a seat on one of the laboratory
stools in the corner, pulled out her cellular phone and dialed the number
she had memorized. The call was picked up, the code delivered, and moments
after she hung up, her phone rang.
"Hi," she said softly into the mouthpiece. "How's my baby?"
"Gabriel's fine," Jarod assured her with a smile in his voice.
"Just wondering how things are going down there. I know you've got
a lot on your plate right now, but
" She leaned her head back
and closed her eyes wearily for a moment. "I'm starting to get a
little nervous. I'm not making any apparent progress in the hunt for the
Seraphim. If something doesn't happen soon, I'm afraid my position at
the Centre may become pretty tenuous."
"I've been thinking about that," he confessed brightly. "And
you could use a feather in your cap. I have a solution, but it's going
to require some acting on your part. Think you can handle it?"
"I'll give it a shot. What do you want me to do?"
He enumerated the plan, and she started to smile. By the time he finished,
she was laughing. "Jarod, you really are a genius. I'll see you soon.
Give Gabriel my love."
"There's more," he said quickly, and explained about Raphael's
parentage. "Do you want me to tell Merritt, or just wait, so you
can handle it?"
Morgan sighed sadly at the fact that she had still another brother, this
one her own son's age. "She trusts you, Jarod. You'll find the right
words. But she does need to know."
She hung up the phone and slipped it back into her jacket pocket. Tragedy
seemed to flow from the Centre like a river, affecting all those it touched
even in the most fragile ways. Merritt would decide for herself what she
wanted Raphael to be to her. And she promised herself to call the teenager
the next day, after she had heard the news, just to talk. That would be
a comfort to both of them, and something Morgan would enjoy doing.
Then she remembered Jarod's plan, and let the scenario tumble over in
her mind, watching it like a movie, like it had already happened. Suddenly
she didn't mind having to oversee all the boring labwork stretching out
in front of her for the next several days. She was going to Texas, and
the Chairman was going to be very pleased with her, indeed.
* * * * * * * * *
The telephone rang, and he answered it impatiently. There was too much
to do still, and the boy's arrival was long overdue. He didn't have time
to talk just then, and snarled into the mouthpiece. "Yes, this is
Mr. Parker. Who the hell were you expecting when you dialed my extension?"
He listened for a minute, and then stood up. He started to swear into
the telephone, his face heating up until it felt as if it might explode.
He shouted into the phone until his secretary came into the room to see
what the problem was. He ripped the handset off the device and flung it
across the room, shattering one glass panel on the office door.
"Sir! What's the matter?" the woman inquired, her eyes wide
"They've lost him!" Parker shouted at her. "They've lost
another healer, and their last one is dead. How incompetent are those
damn Germans, anyway? Delius says it's Kruger's doing. Kruger says he
never heard of the boy
" He held his head in both hands, striding
across the office floor, willing himself to calm down. "I'm sorry,
Pamela. I'm not angry at you. I just--"
Rage flared up again and he grabbed the remaining base of the telephone
and threw it savagely against the wall with a roar of frustration. It
made a dent in the sheetrock, and the machine bounced off and hit the
marble floor with a crash. The impact broke the hard casing, and parts
"Get out! Just get out!" he demanded. "And get my damn
The woman retreated as ordered, and Parker collapsed onto his sofa, put
his head down and wept.
All that power, and he still couldn't get what he needed most in the
world. One little boy. One young man. Gone, out of reach forever.
And there was nothing he could do about it.
* * * * * * * * *
Merritt sat on the sun lounger on the observation deck, letting the wind
blow through her hair. It was too much, more than she was prepared to
handle, but she had known something was coming. She just didn't expect
it to be in the form of a child with her genes.
She had met and played with Raphael before, when she and Jordan had taken
Jacob to the nursery to enjoy some time with the other children. Raffi
seemed to have a special affinity for her, drawn to her above everyone
else who had come into the children's lives. She had felt a connection
with him as well, something about him making him just a little more special
than the others.
But she hadn't been ready for this.
How could she be a mother? She was still a virgin, for goodness' sake.
And she didn't even know the guy Jarod had told her was Raffi's father.
Joseph seemed nice enough, but he was nearly twice her age and she couldn't
even carry on a conversation with him, since his English was so poor.
"I can't do this," she sniffed, trying to avoid crying yet
again. "I just can't."
She decided to call Aunt Harriet and see if she could go back to the
farm for a while, till she had adjusted to the news and had figured out
what to do.
She heard the door open and started to get up, until she saw who it was
that had come to join her.
Jordan's face was weary, dark circles under his eyes from worry and sleeplessness,
but he flashed her a tired smile and took a seat on the lounger beside
hers. "Hi," he said quietly. "Thought I might find you
up here. Seems to be everyone's favorite place for solitude these days."
He stretched out on the chair, leaned his head back and closed his dark
eyes. "I just needed a little break. You know?" He sighed, his
voice tight. "This is hard."
"I know." She didn't want to go into his ordeal with Jacob
just then. She had seen how it hurt him, how he covered up his own pain
with smiles and laughter, for the little boy's sake. She had seen the
genuine joy in Jordan's face at times as well, and felt him maturing at
light speed. When it came to her, he gave her space without asking, and
didn't push when they were close. He was doing everything exactly right,
and she was grateful for that.
She had wanted to help relieve his burden, and helped him with Jacob
as often as she could, but the majority of the boy's care was still in
Jordan's hands, by his choice. He amazed her, and she fell more in love
with him by the day, but the looming specter of adulthood frightened her,
made her want to run away from it, put it off a little longer.
Only now, she didn't have that choice. The grownups said she did. They
told her she could stand back and let Joseph do all the parenting. They
said they didn't have to tell Raphael that she was the closest thing he
had to a mother. It wasn't really her responsibility, they assured her.
She could be like a sister to him.
But she knew better. She had been made from the genes of a woman who
died before she was even born. That made her the only Catherine Parker
there was, and connected her directly to Raphael. It made her his mother,
whether she wanted to be or not.
"How do I do it, Jordan?" She heard the tears in her voice,
but didn't bother trying to hide them from him. "How do I be a mom?
I don't even know how to be a woman yet."
He grasped her hand and tugged on it gently. Without further prompting,
she got up from her chair and climbed onto the one that he sat on, curling
up partly beside and partly on top of him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"You just follow your heart, baby," he assured her quietly,
folding his arms around her. "I'll help you as much as I can, but
my time's going to be taken up
for a little while, anyway."
Neither of them said Jacob's name, but they both knew what he meant.
"I'm only 17," she whined softly. "This wasn't supposed
to happen. Not yet. Not till we were ready for it."
He kissed her hair. "I know, Merritt. But we didn't get to choose."
He let his left hand slide off her shoulder and down her arm, squeezing
gently. He chuckled softly. "Remember that talk my dad had with us
in Barrow? Maybe we should have gone ahead and done it. We got the responsibility
part of the consequences anyway."
Merritt couldn't believe what he'd just said, and raised her head, looking
down at his laughing eyes. "Oh, you think so, do you? Frankly, I'm
in no hurry to get pregnant, thanks."
His expression grew serious. "You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't
She snuggled down against him. "I know what you meant, Jordan. It's
okay." She sighed. "I wondered, too. But I need to wait a little
longer. I don't want to make a mistake I can't take back."
"And we only get one first time," he added, embracing her again.
"I want it to be special for us, too. There hasn't been anyone else
for me, you know."
She smiled against his chest. "I was hoping, but didn't want to
"Yeah. I'm a virgin, too. But I've read up on it, so I know what
Merritt thought about asking for his research materials, but decided
she didn't want to know any more than she already did, just yet. There
was plenty of time for that.
"So where are the manuals for parenthood?" she asked resignedly.
"The really good ones, I mean."
He squeezed her closer. "For that, we've got a whole staff of people
to show us what to do. They've got classes and everything." He nudged
her, making her look up at him. Gently, he laid his palm over her heart,
careful to make sure she knew where he meant to touch her, so she wouldn't
pull away. "This is where we get the best advice, Merritt. Always
trust your heart."
He was far too wise for someone barely 18 years old, and she told him
Jordan's smile was filled with wistfulness and pain. "It's just
something I learned from my dad." He traced his fingertips over her
cheek as she looked at him. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
Merritt sat up and straddled his legs, taking care to sit on his thighs
rather than his lap. "You didn't exactly get a choice either, as
I recall. What else can I do?"
He shrugged. "Be an older sister. Let Joseph raise him."
She shook her head. "Raffi knows, Jordan," she assured him.
"He knew before I did, before any of us. They all do, all those kids."
Jordan caught her hands and laced her fingers with his own. "But
the responsibility doesn't have to all fall on you. You can be in Raffi's
life without being his mother."
"Not if I'm here," she assured him, certain of that in her
heart. "As long as I'm handy, he'll see me as 'mom' whether he ever
calls me that or not. He knows who I am to him."
The youth remained silent, just looking into her eyes.
"I'm not as strong as you are--"
"I'm not strong," Jordan shot back before she finished. "I
can't do this 'fatherhood' thing either. I look down the road and see
what's coming, and I--" His voice broke. He looked away abruptly
to get his emotions under control. When he looked back at her, his voice
was soft, filled with warmth and compassion. "I know I won't be able
to handle what's coming. But I just concentrate on the moment, just look
in Jacob's eyes and do what I can to make sure he's happy right now
and that I can do. I guess that's the secret to all this; not looking
too far ahead."
She felt a lump forming in her throat. How did she ever get lucky
enough to have him in her life? she wondered. Then she remembered.
It wasn't luck. It was Jarod.
"I guess that's it, then," she murmured.
He swallowed hard. "Want me to help you pack? I've got a little
while before Jacob wakes up from his nap."
She carefully climbed off his lap and stretched out beside him. "I'm
not going anywhere," she promised, and touched his cheek with her
fingers, bringing him closer to her lips, so she could reach him for a
* * * * * * * * *
Miss Parker's office
The Chairman strode in without knocking. "I've got the decoding
done on the Aurora positives, angel," he announced, his face grim.
"The numbers aren't huge, but they're all in crucial spots."
Miss Parker eyed him, a bright smile on her face, chin high with pride.
"I know where they are," she announced, just hanging up her
phone. "I'm having the jet prepped and a car's waiting downstairs
to take us to the airport. Shall we go, Daddy?"
"The children? You've found the Seraphim?" The Chairman's momentary
astonishment faded into greedy delight. He rushed toward her desk, pulled
her eagerly out of her chair and said, "Great work, angel. Let's
go get those kids!"
Broots skidded to a stop in the doorway before they had crossed the room.
"It's Reception," he panted. "Ms. Penfield's requesting
to see the Chairman!"
Miss Parker raised an eyebrow at the announcement, and nodded. "We'll
be right there, Broots. But we already know where the children are, if
that's what she's come to report. We were on our way there just as you
came in." Moments later, she was standing in the front lobby, staring
at the woman who had been her son's keeper and caregiver for the first
two and a half years of his life. "Well, Ms. Penwheel," she
mused blandly, arching an eyebrow. "Look what the cat dragged in.
Didn't you forget a little something on your way back here?"
Penfield sagged at the sight of her familiar face. She looked older,
more haggard, and thinner. "Thank God, Miss Parker!" she cried.
"I'm so glad to be back. Those people, they made me--"
"Where's the baby, dammit?" Morgan snapped. "Surely you
didn't leave him in Dallas?"
The older woman recoiled slightly at the shouted snarl. "Gabriel's
fine," she said quietly. "All the children are being well treated
-- spoiled, actually. And since you seem to know where they are, I guess
you don't need me to help you locate them."
Morgan smiled triumphantly and nodded. "Exactly. We don't need you
for anything. Do we, Daddy?"
Penfield's face registered her fear, her confusion. "But when you
bring him home, you'll need someone familiar to look after him,"
she whimpered. "You are going to bring him home, aren't you? You
wouldn't leave him with those people, surely."
"What people?" Mr. Parker demanded, catching up to them. "Isn't
he with Jarod?"
"Jarod's been there off and on since the Seraphim were kidnapped,
but they've hired new nannies for Gabriel and some of the others. Then
they said they didn't need me anymore and asked me where I wanted to go."
Reaching into her jacket pocket, she withdrew a bottle of pills and held
them out for her companions to see. "I said I wanted to come back
here, when they told me where Aurora came from. These help, but not enough.
I think about it constantly. I dream about it. It's all I want. Please,
Mr. Parker. I need Aurora. I'll do anything--"
"Let's go," the Chairman ordered, sweeping past her. "Penfield,
you come with us, and I want as many sweepers as we can carry on the plane.
We're going to Dallas, and Penfield's getting us in the door." He
started toward the front doors, then turned to face his companions. "Where's
Cox? We'll need him there, too."
The elevator doors opened, and Lyle hurried out toward them, his henchman
bringing up the rear. "I just heard the Seraphim had been located,"
he announced with a broad smile. "I'm ready--"
"You're not going," Mr. Parker snapped, shooting a cool glare
at him. "Don't you have enough to keep you busy here, without tagging
Lyle stiffened, his gaze shifting to Miss Parker, as if hoping she would
rise to his defense.
She crossed her arms and offered a smug smile instead, with one elegant
eyebrow raised in question.
Mr. Parker relayed the order for the sweeper team via the security people
in Reception, and waited for Cox to join them. The group then headed outside
to the waiting limousine. The Chairman was beaming, gloating that he'd
soon have the Seraphim back in the Centre. The woman he called his daughter
had brought him this prize, and he was showering her with praise for her
loyalty and dedication to her job.
The Chairman glared at Penfield in the back seat of the long black car.
"Aurora," he mused with a low growl. "You can be back on
it, just as soon as we've gotten back to the Centre with the Seraphim."
He shot a meaningful look at Cox, who responded with a nod of agreement,
promising without a word to take care of the woman himself.
Penfield sighed with obvious relief, oblivious to the unspoken conversation.
"That would be wonderful. I'm ready to do anything you want to help
you get them back." She described the place, mentioned her work for
the past six weeks, and offered up every scrap of information she knew
about the Prometheus Building.
Mr. Parker turned to his chief of SIS. "You'll put together a plan
for getting the children out of there. I recall you visited the building
after exploring one of Jarod's lairs nearby some months ago. Amazing how
close you came, and didn't know it." His eyes narrowed at her suspiciously.
She raised an eyebrow as she regarded him. "The children were still
in the Centre when I found that lair," she reminded him coolly. "And
if I had known Jarod was there, I'd certainly have taken him with me.
I'd guess he was investigating the place to make sure it would be a safe
haven for them. Apparently, he thought it was."
He studied her for a moment, and nodded. "Yes, of course."
He sighed. "But we'll have Gabriel home soon. And all the other children
"Funny thing," Penfield piped up. "Jarod seems to think
Gabriel is his son. I don't know where he could've gotten that
idea, but he's got the boy calling him 'daddy' now." She shook her
head. "I guess he really wanted to hurt you, Mr. Parker, and he felt
that, by taking your son away, that would be a good place to start."
The Chairman glowered at her, and said nothing.
Miss Parker remained silent as well, and relaxed against the seat with
a satisfied sigh. This would make her look very good indeed to the Triumvirate.
But the Chairman had more unpleasant surprises in store once the reached
their destination. He was about to have the rug pulled out from under
him, and she would have the pleasure of watching. She could hardly wait
to see the look on his face once he saw who was waiting for him in Dallas.