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The Change We Need

 

Chapter 1

 

 

While William Johnson was parking his Mercedes 500 series in the reserved for director’s spot, John Murray, federal public defender, found parking for his pristine sports Jaguar in a spot dedicated for attorney parking. Johnson went on his way to the fifth floor, passing through the checkpoint, with a nod of the head and a “yes sir, come this way, sir,” from the FBI security. Murray was required to show his identification, go through a metal scanner, hand over his attaché case and personal possessions to the security; not permitted to pass until going under a fine scrutiny. 

Today was no different than any other beautiful spring day in Miami, with the exception that it was the start of spring break in the public-school system. Many employees took a week off during this time, those in the Federal Bureau of Investigation were no exception, leaving the Miami FBI building more than half empty. The halls of the fifth floor were completely vacant. The lack of bodies who could observe and talk were absent, making it the right time to hold a quiet meeting that would not be seen, therefore would not be remembered.

The fifth-floor conference room in the North Beach FBI building was crowded with federal prosecutors, FBI, and CIA, unknown to group agents drinking coffee, laughing about the last time they partied together. The atmosphere was typical and casual until Captain Charlie entered. They dubbed him Captain Charlie because he was in the Charlie unit during the Gulf War, making a big name for himself saving the line at the cost of three US lives, also his name is Charles W Dunn the Third.

The men stood as Captain Dunn entered the room; the surroundings changed from the casual party talkers to the attentive brow-creased hardcore military wanna be officers. The air was set to sixty-five degrees, an exceptionally low temperature, the coolness of the room thwarted  the crowded space from becoming sticky. The lights were not overly bright, so as not to be harsh; similar to the lighting a magician would use in their shows to persuade and fool the audience. “We have a lot to talk about today, so let’s get started. You all know me, and I expect this group to be an effective tool to show our great country how important our job is. We will protect the citizens from those criminals who steal our money, drug our sons, and rape our daughters! We will do anything necessary to defend and protect, that is our motto. If you do not have the balls or stomach to work on this project leave now before I go further. I will not think any less of you if you decide to walk away. We only want those that will be able to give this project one hundred and one percent. Any questions?”

No one stirred, not even a murmur was heard; excluding a few that shouted with pride. “The one hundred and one percent project!” The name took hold as the ‘one O one team. This group was a well-trained squad, accustomed to working with the captain, knowing from experience he would make many pep talks to get the most out of them; this one was no different, that is what they thought. They also knew that when, not if, they succeeded, each one in the team would make a name for themselves; a reputation that would help them rise above their colleagues who did not have the conscience to circumvent, if not completely ignore their scruples. They believed that it was worth the extra effort and possible unethical behavior that they are accustomed to while working with Dunn. The saying is ‘well done Captain Dunn’ after each mission and this would be the same.

After a short break for coffee refills, the group returned to the table, the business at hand started with the account of how many new federal prisons were planned for the next four years and how the current president wanted to look good fighting crime. The conversation geared towards the legal aspects of indictment and the rules dealing with the inclusion of the conspiracy concept. Captain Dunn knew he was preaching to the choir, many of those present had law degrees, no problems bending the rules to satisfy the needs of the governmental majority, at least not in the past, and he knew that they would do the same in the future, as long as it suits their advancement.  “Our funding is under review. If Washington thinks we’re not effective, they’ll gut this division. That means more crime on the streets. Right now, people are getting away with murder, and no one is looking. Others are smoking guns who think they can do whatever they want because they do not get caught. We must catch them before they get away. Better yet, before they do the job, grab them in the act.“ The team worked during the lunch hour; food was brought in from a local deli. They all sat around eating lunch while ideas were thrown into the discussion, some bright, some not so bright, all were considered.

“How about we start calling people, offering them illegal work for good money. After that, we arrest them when they finish the work, we would fill the prisons faster.” One attendee from the DOJ said.

“Are you going to pick up the phone book and start calling?” Another attendee responded.

“No, use Google search!” Taunted another.

“We can use our confidential informers to spread the word that there are some good opportunities to make money, with drugs, or whatever we want to get them involved in. Then we set them up, and the marks they contact. Not only will we be able to double or triple our case load, but we will also pick up some extra snitches at the same time.”

“Sounds like a win-win situation to me. I am happy to see the participation of this group has grown into a persuasive and disciplined squad. You are following in my footsteps and really has me feeling the closeness and unity of our group, worthy of my trust and appreciation. We are all in this together, like one big family.

 “If everyone agrees that is a good idea, we can start working this into the project to convince people to break the law. It should be easy enough to persuade some to commit crimes, then we arrest them; the local police are doing this all the time with their sting operation, using the vice squad.”

“When they can’t find enough hookers to arrest, they set up a sting operation and send out female officers to entice the Johns. Why can’t we do this at the federal level? Why wait till the individual commits the crime; we arrest the perk when he agrees to perpetrate the offense.” The captain commented throwing in the concept of conspiracy as an indictable act, the same as the actual crime.

“But how do we catch the big fish? They are not easy and not frequent.” another FBI agent asked.

Judy Gable took advantage of this moment to speak up. “We have a lot of money and can print more; it does not matter how long it takes. Why not just watch and wait till the little guy gets bigger, then we arrest him?”

”Who said that?” Spurted Bill Johnson. 

The culprit was shy and thought she was being reprimanded, to her surprise, the division head continued with a very complimentary comment. At least that is how Ms. Gable acted.

“This is the best idea I’ve heard today. We follow small fish until they get fat enough to catch, just like a fish farm. We set the bait, letting  them bite until they’re ripe to snag.” Responded Johnson.

Captain Charlie commented: “Looks like we have accomplished a lot, now it’s time to work on expanding the ideas we picked up today. Next, we will meet at department level. Just the heads or representatives will be here tomorrow to decide how to continue. Ladies and Gentlemen, we made excellent progress today and I want to congratulate everyone here for creating great ideas.  

“Looks OK, project ‘Fish Farm’ and the ‘101 team’ will soon commence. Once again, I appreciate this interdepartmental cooperation that you have shown, your enthusiasm reaches a common goal and achieves our outcome. Let’s break for the evening. Bill, can you stay for a few minutes to talk something over?” Dunn and Johnson shook hands or back patted most of the participants departing from the meeting. 

 

When the group left, Dunn and Johnson retired to Captain Dunn’s office on the ninth floor, reserved for the brass. Johnson stepped off the elevator, sinking into the thick, rich dark-golden carpet. The captain’s office has the same plush carpeting as the hall. His desk made of fine mahogany matched the door and the red leather chairs, soft and comfortable, were placed in the corner near a table. Charlie pulled out a bottle of Johnnie Walker Double Black, serving two three finger pours in fine crystal whiskey glasses.

“Some ice or water?”

“Just fine how it stands, neat, just like we had in the jungle. Nice hidden bar, I should have one in my office.”

The two went back further than the Gulf; knowing each other from their teenage years, when they entered into the service. Since that time, both decided to work in law enforcement, one became chief of the FBI headquarters, the other district head of the Federal Prosecutor’s Office.

“Bill, how do you think it went today?”

“You are a genius my friend; that’s how it went, that is why you are the boss. The way you made them all think that it was their idea, the whole sting and fish farm. Having them united as the one hundred and one percent  team was a great idea. I give you credit Charlie; as they say, you are the man.” Thinking to himself; I am controlling everything, but better to give credit to others. If it fails, I carry  no blame, it was someone else’s concept. If it makes good, I give credit to others, making allies and seen as a great guy to everyone; while in reality, I benefit from the plan, indifferent to who gets credit for disclosing the idea. Sort of like a race car driver who has nothing to do with building the racetrack, drives his car and wins the race.

“Oh, not so easy Bill. The 101 was a beneficial coincidence. You made your lover with small tits and big balls to take the credit for the fish farm; we will follow those small fish till they grow bigger, what a plan we have going. It sounds almost illegal.”

“My dear captain, it was illegal; until we just made it legal, right now in our meeting. At least I hope it is. Also, I have to congratulate you on opening the door to the conspiracy theory.” Chuckled Johnson. 

“I’ll drink to that and to your mistress Judy.”

“She is a wild animal at work and at love.”

They both finished their Johnnie Double Black and called it a night. Charles left for his house down south, Johnson drove to his luxury hideaway condo near the beach, to meet with Judy.

While walking to his car, Johnson approached a well-dressed young man entering a Jaguar sports car from the sixties, a classic automobile. “That is a beautiful model and well kept. Do you work here?”

“I came to see a client, and you.”

“I am William Johnson, division director of the Federal Prosecutor’s Office. Since you are here on this beautiful day interviewing a client, I would assume that you are my adversary.” Chuckling.

“Director Johnson, I have heard about you, I believe we are both looking for the same outcome, justice. Let me introduce myself, John Murray, public defender.” Reaching out and shaking hands with Johnson.

“Mr. Murray, I didn’t know they paid that well in the public defender’s office to purchase a car like that. You must be a fantastic lawyer. If you ever decide to come over to our side come by and see me.”

“Like I said, we are all working for justice, but if I find it is better from your point of view I might just do that.”

As they parted company he entered his Mercedes, making a mental note to look into those unique English models, maybe for his weekend drives. What is this world coming to when a public defender can have a car like that? The government is paying them too much money

 

The two CIA attendees left the conference together discussing their take for Senator Cross.

“William Johnson might be the director, but he still seems to me like a crook.”

“Crook or no crook he is the director of this district, and we are not responsible to him.”

“Let’s hope that we don’t get involved in this scheme.”

             “Hell, you know how long it takes for the senate to finish investigating. I hope the senator wins many re-elections, if he ever thinks of bringing that conclusion to fruition.”

“He’s not as ignorant as you think, he’ll make it higher up than the senate, believe me. Let’s get going”

 

Short story 

 

The Devil’s Got My Brain.  

True to his statement to Chief Harrison, Anthony Scott returned with the complete report on “The use of combined interaction of lights of all magnitude, a cacophony of sound and a variable of effective and penetrating vibrational waves; finishing with a chemical, pharmaceutical approach if needed. This report should open your eyes to the use of mixed media intervention for the redirection of behavior in one or a group of individuals.” Anthony handed the report to Harrison.

“How many times have I told you not to cross the street when there are cars speeding! Do you want me to have a heart attack, you would like that wouldn’t you? That’s right, you would like to kill me, give me a coronary.”

Tommy sipped his cola while listening and decided it would be a clever idea to give the bitch a heart attack, but she never uses her heart, might as well take it out. That night Tommy and his best friend returned home late, dressed as intruders. The reality of this was so terrorizing that the coroner reported Tommy’s mother died of a cardiac infarction.

“You are my friend; I can’t survive without you.” He waited for a response which never came.

“You never talk or sing, but I feel good that you listen.” Feeling secure because his friend would respond by shrugging his shoulders or bowing his head in gesture. After making one of those gestures Tommy spoke up again. “Sometimes I think you’re mute.”

The night became dark, and in the morning, they enjoyed an early breakfast.

“Well, are you going to talk to me today? You never say anything.”

“Because I have nothing to say, that’s why!”

Tommy screamed. “You spoke! You spoke; this is the first time I ever heard your voice. I feel great, I finally know what you sound like. It’s a shame we killed my mother; she would have liked to hear you speak. She never believed much about you. Well, let’s talk some more. What is your name? Can I call you Willie?”

His friend responded with a smile, signaling yes, but no more sounds escaped him today.

After a few months, they conversed and spoke of violent and terrifying acts that were so wicked and evil tempting, which finally convinced Tommy to do those atrocities.

“You know, you are my only friend. Now I know why my mother would beat me with a broom, those Spanish style brooms with a wooden ‘T’ for the cloth to mop the floor. Yeah, she would say, don’t hang around with those boys, they are going to make you evil. Then she would beat the hell out of me, hit me with that ‘T’ all over my body.

“So, I stopped seeing those bad boys, before she would have killed me. Now you are my only friend and believe me, you are the badass of all. But like I said, you are also my one and only friend.”

Tommy did some dreadful things himself, always from his friend’s suggestions. After he scared his mother to death, he did evil and wicked things to little animals, then to bigger animals, and finally to people, concentrating on women. He was thinking of his mother when he killed and tortured all those innocent victims. 

Tommy and friend would go out to the local pub drink a few brews, plan a few torturous acts of violence.

“Listen Willie, we are going to have some fun tonight.” They left for a devilish adventure, desecrating the high school. 

“Breaking the windows with bricks is fun, but I really like breaking the head of a principle or teacher.” Tommy spoke, Willie listened and shrugged. 

Then he and his friend decided to get groups of people and burn them up, just completely incinerate them in raging fires.

Tommy grew into a monster, a one-man malicious army of evil and terror, albeit unknown to the public. Everything was set up to look like an accident and he never became a suspect in all these years growing up. People who saw him would have pity that he was so lonely. He didn’t look evil to them, he looked wretched.

“Today we are going to do it, the big bang. I have enough dynamite to blow up a city block. Do you know what that means?”

“Yeah, it means we get caught. You are not ready for that yet.”

Tommy took his advice and escalated his modus operandum, killing and injuring a few at a time in fires and attacks. On one sunny morning during autumn, he demolished a small bridge to see if it would happen. After that he felt overwhelmed with joy and exuberance. The incident was listed in the police report as an inopportune accident. 

“See I told you wouldn’t get caught. A freak accident, which is all it was. Now we have nothing to worry about. I want to make a name for myself.”

His friend, who now was articulating in perfect British English and with the accompanying accent. “I was the one who told you to explore this method of operation. When you are skilled, we can go further on in your career, skilled and ready. That is what the spirits want!”

They left for the movies; his friend suggested they burn down the cinema. Deaths and injuries pursued,

“This is what the spirits say, we shall work for the devil from now on.”

 

“Why do you keep following me around? I am getting tired of you.”

“Come on Tommy, what would you do without me!”

“For one thing, I would not be here, you gave me away. I was hiding and they saw you.

Now look at us, we are stuck in here.”

“Now don’t fret Tommy, when they hang us, you won’t see me, and I won’t see you anymore.”

“Good riddance to you. I’m tired of having you around but seems like I’ve known you forever.” 

“Yeah, we did grow up together and now we’ll die together. Remember the good old days, you always had an eye on Matilda.”

“Thought I’d marry her, but her father did not like me. Said he would kill me if I didn’t stop seeing his daughter. I will never forget his expression and his cursing me.” Son of a bitch, that old man had too much going for him to allow someone in my social group to be seen with his family or friends. 

“Yeah, I remember we both got rid of him, cut him up into pieces and burned his body.

And for nothing, Matilda married someone else.”

“Yeah, and we got rid of him also. Him and his barking dog, I feel bad about the dog.”

“Tommy, remember the good days; we’d dress up in a grey suit and cruise into the parking area, waiting to find action.”

“Sometimes they were more scared of you than me.”

“You are a bigger scarry guy; yes, you are.”

“You’ll be going to hell, what do you think?” 

They both fell over laughing aloud. Tommy choking on his own laughter stopping to continue. “Remember the times we would go into the parking lot and beat up the boys, take all their money and watch’s and everything; but we never touched the girls, never.”

“Yeah, never bothered the girls, except those that reminded you of your mother, those you would torture to death. You were a true gentleman.” Said with a sarcastic British accent. 

“Aint nothing to talk about now. That is not what’s got us here. Remember the first time we did it. I was gazing at the burning hay in the festival. Yep, that’s what it did. And you stood up laughing as the hay crackled, pieces of charred hay flying and floating in the air; that’s what convinced me. You laughed at me. Do you think we are crazy If we were crazy, they couldn’t hang us.”

“Tommy boy, if that were all we’ve done, I’d say maybe but for what we orchestrated, we are so screwed. We are gonna get hanged by the neck, the audience will applaud and turn off the television or change the channel when it’s over. What do you think?”

“We’re going to be famous, going down in history and on TV.”

“You like it now, but when it’s all over we will not see it because we will be finished, no more, not around, dead. And you’ll be in hell.”

“If it’s hell we will be there together, you and me, we did it together.” Tommy laughed so much he had to stop to catch his breath, gasping for air. “I am laughing so much I might choke to death and never see the gallows. Remember the Smiths, which was another story.”

“Yeah, we put the gasoline around the house and burned it down.”

“But we never threw gasoline on the walls, we wanted to give them a chance to escape.

Didn’t really want to hurt anybody.”

“Left all their possessions and got the dogs out.”

“I was standing in the bushes by the door and watching, with a light shining on me. You were behind me, but I never saw you. What, afraid of getting caught,”

“Never! Never afraid of getting caught. Everyone screaming, but no one got hurt.”

“Just the house went down; now that was a good barn fire.” Laughing again.

“Do you think we should talk; they might be listening in?”

“No reason to listen in, they are going to do away with us anyway. Going to miss you, my friend.”

“You won’t be around to miss me.”

Tommy shivered, his body trembling and uttered a few words. “If you’re listening, I want you to know I’ll do it again. But I’ll be better at it this time.” Tommy sensed the presence of the three judges observing him talking about his digging his own hole. He continued.

“Do you remember that bomb, if only I didn’t set that bomb; I would have to do it. I am sure you were with me.

“Never left your side, always with you. Wasn’t your fault, they made you do it.”

“Remember when we started, we had a group of millions on our side. It was legal, they all voted for me.”

“The first year was good, but then you went crazy with power,”

“I ruled like the kings of old. My word was the law. If someone objected, I would fire him or shoot him. And the ladies, I had a lot of them. They all loved me. I sat on the throne, and the world was mine. You could have stopped me but no, you never tried.”

“I tried and you never listened to me. I tried and tried but you turned your head. What do you think will happen?”

“What do you expect, I pushed the button, and the missiles took off armed with nuclear weapons. We killed millions, maybe hundreds of millions. I feel like I said it before. Just want to end it all.”

The door opened and the devil walked in. “Yes Tommy, you have said it before for 320 years and now you live like that again and again, with one significant difference. What do you want to do?”

Tommy was shaking and tearfully answered. “What is the difference?”

“We will take away your friend. Your shadow will disappear when we turn the lights on all the time. You will never see him again. After this last time.” The devil projected a scene on the walls of the parks filled with flowers and children, families eating picknicks. Thriving cities with working people. Shops and restaurants. Nothing ever occurred. 

“What happened.”

The devil responded. “Nothing happened, you have become insane during all these years. Over and over, but this time you will not have your friend. There is a way out. We have an atomic vaporizer which will completely destruct your body, no pain, immediate escape to nothingness.”

Tommy walked through the door of the vaporizer and never came out.

 

 

A Friend in the Freezer

 

                            A FRIEND IN THE FREEZER

 Chapter 1

 The Show Goes on

The British are proud of their heritage with the concept of sophisticated entertainment and some not sophisticated amusement. Tonight was an evening of theater, hosting two of the most renown theatrical actors in Great Britain, Johnathan Stevens and William Cox. Not only were they hosting the long going work of theater, but tonight was the closing performance after a week’s stay at the township.

The show must go on and then end. This is how the last performance of “Death is Forever” closed their final presentation in the village playhouse, located in a hamlet, many kilometers from the London theaters, presented two distinguished thespians in the leading rolls. 

The curtain fell for the final act; the audience gave a stand-up applause before leaving the theater. The two main actors left the stage, walking towards their dressing rooms. 

“Bill, do you think we can pull this off? I know we have done it before, but never here and never this quickly. And we are getting along in age.”

“Listen Johnny, we have done this before, here, or there, what is the difference. You are aging, I feel like I am in my youth, and I am hungry for fresh blood. I know you are anxious to refresh and use your skills.” Said William Cox, a middle-aged, healthy-looking gentleman, not willing to count all his years.

“You are a courageous one, my feasting grounds is the grand old capital. I know my way around there. Ok, just one, but where can we keep it until we get home?” Johnathan Stevens said.

“We can buy a freezer and keep it in the Hotel Clever House until we get home. No one will ever catch us. Besides, this is the last act and the last audience. It is now or never. I want it now. I am hungry and want to have only pleasurable experiences in this township. And about your hunting days, let us talk. You have been hunting almost as long as I, throughout the continent. How old are you now?” William Cox said.

“I stopped counting, seems like forever. Ok, back to the prey. I want it whole, not cut up.” Stevens replied.

“Do you have any other problems?”

“Two stipulations. You know, the last time I was in, I had a good group of people with me. I do not think this is going to happen again, I am not going to get the same group. We must not be caught.” Johnathan said.

“If we get caught cannibalizing the prey, we finish our dinner and run. And the second stipulation.” William said.

“The second stipulation is that we continue to be faithful to our oath.”

The two answered in unison. “We will kill only those that deserve to die.”

“And I am sure that the one we choose deserves it! I can smell it in the air before we attack. He has killed before and will do it again “William said.

“Mental telepathy?” Johnathan said.

“No. just a hunch.” Said William, lighting his Dunhill pipe, filled with a Latakia based tobacco, and continues. “I am getting hungry!” 

“Me too. I already bought the freezer yesterday.” Johnathan uttered, his brow creased and lips tight, until a wide smile appeared on his face. They both laughed.

“You are a talented actor. Do not play the part of a hungry vampire.” William said, laughing, while entering the pub.

“The club is busy tonight, good pickings. Shall I play the part of a not so hungry vampire?”  Johnathan laughed.

“Good Pickings, why Johnathan, I never knew you came from the hillbillies of West

Virginia, Kentucky, and Transylvania. Which family had the fortune or misfortune to deliver you Hatfield, McCoy, or Dracula? Anyway, tonight we shall feast on prime rib.” Bill smiles, displaying four fangs, two upper and two lower canines. 

“Why what big teeth you have.” Johnny smiled displaying a similar tooth configuration and continued. “I am not as anxious anymore, but I am expecting a tasty bite.”

“Why just a bite, eat as much as your heart desires, which is if you had one. Look over there, I see our dinner has arrived.” Bill gestured with his head and eying a slightly overweight man in his thirties walking towards them. He does not look innocent of crimes mandating the death penalty; I smell it.”

“Good sense of your olfactory sense. Yes, definitely guilty of something terrible and heinous. Looks more like a banquet. Yum.” 

Andrew introduced himself and the three spent a couple of hours drinking and getting to know each other. Time went on and the three became closer, wrapping their arms around each other’s shoulders. Part due to affection and part due to drunkenness. They were staggering as they left the establishment for the adjourning park.

“I am glad to have met the two of you, renowned theatrical stars. I would have spent the night by myself. We definitely should go somewhere secluded and enjoy ourselves if you know what I mean.” Andy suggested, slurring his words while displaying a wide smile, attempting to look innocent.

The urges for warm blood and tender meat overcame the two actors. “Let me kiss you.” Bill grinned as the two partners, one on each side, bit into the not so innocent’s neck, sucking out blood from his jugular veins and spitting it out. Never drinking fresh blood fearing it would be toxic to their immune system. 

After tearing flesh from their prey, they escorted the deceased, each taking one of his arms, draping them over their shoulder, appearing as a gesture of going with an intoxicated friend to their rooms. After talking about the fabulous dinner their friend would become, they placed the dressed main course in the new freezer and settled down for a few drinks and cigars after dinner.

That next late morning, early afternoon, the gentlemen woke up.

“Have you seen the papers today, they found blood in the park. They believe that a murder was committed, which is all they said.”

“I told you not to do it in the park, we could have waited until he was in our rooms.” I cannot take this stress.”

“Do you think we could get past the matron of the house? Listen John do not get nervous now. They have no suspects and have not found the body, because you were smart enough to get that freezer so quickly.”  William’s demeaner also displayed some anxiety, 

Later in the morning, Bill left to hide any remains in the park from last night. He controlled his emotions when noticed a middle-aged male, dressed in a suit and tie, walking towards him.  I know this has to be some police officer examining the scene looking for evidence.

“You are William Cox, and your partner is Johnathan Stevens, am I correct? I am  Inspector Wilson from the Yard. Will you be able to help me with a few questions about last night’s gruesome killing.”

He sat back, content that Johnny was not here, he might have broken up. Yes, Johnathan

Stevens would have given him away, even to the Yard. Imagin if it were the feared Tribunal.

Well, you cannot eat them if you do not kill them first. Maybe the next time I will eat them live.

“Mr. Cox. Did you hear me? I am here to ask you questions about last night. Did you see anything strange happen in Birmingham Park, near the actor’s specialty pub.” Wilson had a smile on his face like Cox had, relaxed and content. Not because the inspector believed him to be the culprit of any crime, but because the police department already knew he was in the pub and if he tried to hide it, Cox would have been considered a suspect.

The conversation continued and Cox said he did not see anything out of the ordinary. He felt confident about the interrogation turning out neutral for Cox and Stevens. The reason behind his confidence was being able to hypnotize and read minds; an ability taught to him by Franz Anton Mesmer himself in the early eighteen hundreds. Cox returned to the rented rooms but intentionally neglected to inform Johnathan of the meeting with the Inspector. I will tell him at dinner; he might be a little more relaxed while eating. He then recalled his thoughts about being trained by Dr. Mesmer, it was always very efficient and exact but with the inspector there seemed to be a wall surrounding his thoughts. It was blocking Cox’ ability to use his telepathy. Could it be that our friendly Scotland Yard Inspector is actually one of the family members? Imagine one of the Yard is one of us, from our family. Why not, there are many from the family that had been instrumental in the government.