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Authors: Geraldine Solon
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Raymond. We are so sorry for what happened, and we're so glad our team rescued you today."
With her hands planted on her hips, Dana mumbled, "Can somebody please explain what's going on?"
The men exchanged glances.
The tallest man unbuttoned his suit and sat down on the couch. "Very well, let me introduce ourselves." He rubbed his chin. "I'm U.S. Marshall Collins, and this is U.S. Marshall Adams. This is Roger, the sketch artist."
Dana didn't blink.
"Please sit down for what we are going to tell you today will change your life," U.S. Marshall Collins added.
Agents Raymond and Wayne moved to the corner and stood there.
Dana sat down, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears.
"Ms. Simmons," U.S. Marshall Collins began. "Your life is in danger."
She gave a hysterical laugh. "Tell me about it. I'm surprised I'm still alive."
U.S. Marshall Adams cleared his throat. "It's more than you think."
"My mother's still out there."
U.S. Marshall Collins leaned closer. His coffee breath worsened her splitting headache. "We tried our very best to check the surroundings but couldn’t find a trace of your mother. You need to tell us about the men who captured you."
"The shorter guy had a raspy voice and a dragon tattoo on his right arm. The redheaded driver never talked much. And those women, they killed all of them." She coughed, wanting to puke.
They jotted down the details.
“Roger can work with you about the details of his features,” U.S. Marshall Adams said.
"Your mother was part of the WITSEC program," U.S. Marshall Collins divulged.
"What?" Dana straightened her shoulders. "Do you mean the Witness Protection Program?"
"That's correct. Your mother was a prime witness of a crime before you were born. She was a Broadway actress in the Big Apple until she discovered that her Russian manager was part of the mob whose business involved the sex trafficking of minors. Your mother witnessed first-hand a container filled with young Russian women who were turned into prostitutes. She also saw them kill women who tried to escape."
Dana rubbed her head. This was too much for her to process. Her gaze sought out the door. I wish I could escape it all. This is just a dream… No. A nightmare I can wake up from.
But U.S. Marshall Collins continued to rattle on. "We plucked her out from her glamorous life in Manhattan."
Dana nodded for him to continue. How had her mother felt when she had to move? Like her mother, Dana loved Manhattan.
"And we let her live a new life in Alaska." His eyes suddenly guarded, he averted his gaze.
"Tell me."
"Your father isn't actually your father.
Dana kicked the chair.
“We had to take her far away as possible where nobody would find her—"
"How dare you tell me all these lies. My father was a good father. He's the only father I'll ever have and just because he's dead, you have no right to tell me this."
U.S. Marshall Collins continued. "We're aware this may be a lot of information for you, but we're here to help."
Dana took deep breaths then covered her face. " I don’t believe you. If he's not my father, then who is?"
The U.S. Marshalls exchanged glances.
"Ugh, don't tell me it's her manager. The Russian guy?"
U.S. Marshall Collins stared at the carpet.
Dana demanded. "You said I need to know everything."
He nodded.
"This is insane."
Agent Raymond said, "Your father protected her and raised you as his own. He knew that at any time, she would have to leave given the circumstances. From what we’ve gathered, it was your father who pleaded for you to stay with him. He couldn't bear losing you."
Dana welled up in tears. "And my mother? Did she love him?"
U.S. Marshall Collins added, "She told us that she learned to love him. Your mother never wanted to leave you, but when news reached the Russian mafia that she was in Alaska, she only had one choice—to escape. They weren't aware she had a daughter until…"
Dana sighed, rubbing her arms. Why couldn't they be a normal family?
With her hands planted on her hips, Dana mumbled, "Can somebody please explain what's going on?"
The men exchanged glances.
The tallest man unbuttoned his suit and sat down on the couch. "Very well, let me introduce ourselves." He rubbed his chin. "I'm U.S. Marshall Collins, and this is U.S. Marshall Adams. This is Roger, the sketch artist."
Dana didn't blink.
"Please sit down for what we are going to tell you today will change your life," U.S. Marshall Collins added.
Agents Raymond and Wayne moved to the corner and stood there.
Dana sat down, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears.
"Ms. Simmons," U.S. Marshall Collins began. "Your life is in danger."
She gave a hysterical laugh. "Tell me about it. I'm surprised I'm still alive."
U.S. Marshall Adams cleared his throat. "It's more than you think."
"My mother's still out there."
U.S. Marshall Collins leaned closer. His coffee breath worsened her splitting headache. "We tried our very best to check the surroundings but couldn’t find a trace of your mother. You need to tell us about the men who captured you."
"The shorter guy had a raspy voice and a dragon tattoo on his right arm. The redheaded driver never talked much. And those women, they killed all of them." She coughed, wanting to puke.
They jotted down the details.
“Roger can work with you about the details of his features,” U.S. Marshall Adams said.
"Your mother was part of the WITSEC program," U.S. Marshall Collins divulged.
"What?" Dana straightened her shoulders. "Do you mean the Witness Protection Program?"
"That's correct. Your mother was a prime witness of a crime before you were born. She was a Broadway actress in the Big Apple until she discovered that her Russian manager was part of the mob whose business involved the sex trafficking of minors. Your mother witnessed first-hand a container filled with young Russian women who were turned into prostitutes. She also saw them kill women who tried to escape."
Dana rubbed her head. This was too much for her to process. Her gaze sought out the door. I wish I could escape it all. This is just a dream… No. A nightmare I can wake up from.
But U.S. Marshall Collins continued to rattle on. "We plucked her out from her glamorous life in Manhattan."
Dana nodded for him to continue. How had her mother felt when she had to move? Like her mother, Dana loved Manhattan.
"And we let her live a new life in Alaska." His eyes suddenly guarded, he averted his gaze.
"Tell me."
"Your father isn't actually your father.
Dana kicked the chair.
“We had to take her far away as possible where nobody would find her—"
"How dare you tell me all these lies. My father was a good father. He's the only father I'll ever have and just because he's dead, you have no right to tell me this."
U.S. Marshall Collins continued. "We're aware this may be a lot of information for you, but we're here to help."
Dana took deep breaths then covered her face. " I don’t believe you. If he's not my father, then who is?"
The U.S. Marshalls exchanged glances.
"Ugh, don't tell me it's her manager. The Russian guy?"
U.S. Marshall Collins stared at the carpet.
Dana demanded. "You said I need to know everything."
He nodded.
"This is insane."
Agent Raymond said, "Your father protected her and raised you as his own. He knew that at any time, she would have to leave given the circumstances. From what we’ve gathered, it was your father who pleaded for you to stay with him. He couldn't bear losing you."
Dana welled up in tears. "And my mother? Did she love him?"
U.S. Marshall Collins added, "She told us that she learned to love him. Your mother never wanted to leave you, but when news reached the Russian mafia that she was in Alaska, she only had one choice—to escape. They weren't aware she had a daughter until…"
Dana sighed, rubbing her arms. Why couldn't they be a normal family?
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