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she had just been punched. Bile shot up her throat and she had to swallow it down. Trying not to show the anxiety building up she scribbled the conversation down in her notebook. The men gave one last look at everyone and turned to head back to the car.
Dani cheered and pretended interest in the now resumed game until she was sure they had left. She walked out of the park and down the street to an internet cafe near where her car was parked. She ordered a water and sat at the only open computer.
He’s coming was all she had time to write to Kenna before she saw the men in black. They were spread out and slowly walking both sides of the streets looking at the parked cars. Chad must have called for reinforcements. Dani pressed send and logged out. She walked to the bathroom and hoped there would be a window. There was one, but it took several precious minutes to pry it open. She climbed out and ran through the back allies to her car. She saw one man walking away from her across the street.
She slowly made it to her car door, keeping an eye on the man’s back the whole time. She inserted her key and worried he’d be able to hear her unlock the car. She placed her hand on the door handle and slowly lifted it. She heard the loud pop of the latch coming free when she heard the shout. “Hey! You!” She looked up and saw the man in black dodging traffic and making his way towards her. She flung the door open, jumped in the car and peeled away from the curb as the man reached for her door. She heard his scream and when she looked back in the rear view mirror she saw the man jumping around on one foot. She smiled, her car may be a piece of shit, but it did a great job running over scum.
She floored the gas pedal, knowing the man was calling in her location to the rest of the team. She drove straight until the man was out of sight and then started zigzagging her way towards town. She drove to the FBI lot and pulled in the parking garage. No way would they think to look for her here. Looking down, she found that her hands were shaking. Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid she might have a heart attack. “Okay girl. What now?” She pulled out her notebooks and started reading through them again.
Chapter Six
Two months ago…
Dani stood off to the side of the ninth hole at the exclusive Overland Private Golf Resort holding Judge LeMaster’s golf bag. She smiled as Judge LeMaster’s putt went in. “Good job, sir,” she complimented as she took his putter and placed it back into the bag.
It had been a month and a half since she hid in the FBI parking garage. After reading over her notes, she decided that Judge LeMaster might be the key figure. A sitting judge would have enough sway to send an FBI agent out on tasks, such as filling out an affidavit, more so than the other way around. She spent three weeks following Judge LeMaster and his family everywhere. She had learned what summer camps his kids were in, when his wife went to play tennis, and more importantly, when Judge LeMaster went to play golf every week.
She had pulled on a black button-down shirt and some khaki pants. She bound her breasts with an ace wrap and found a boy’s wig. She gelled the hair and threw on some boy’s shoes before heading to the golf course. She had written her name as Scott Tamlin. When the interviewer asked if there was any relation to the Senator, she answered in a convincing teenage boy voice, “Dad doesn’t like me to use his name to get things. I am supposed to have a real job this summer and get it on my own. So don’t say anything please?” The woman happily nodded at the chance to provide a Senator’s kid with summer employment and gave him a job as caddy.
The woman in charge of HR for the club bugged her for a copy of her social security card, but so far Dani had managed to push off the issue. When she arrived at work that day, she discovered the HR department was undergoing transition and thanked her lucky
Dani cheered and pretended interest in the now resumed game until she was sure they had left. She walked out of the park and down the street to an internet cafe near where her car was parked. She ordered a water and sat at the only open computer.
He’s coming was all she had time to write to Kenna before she saw the men in black. They were spread out and slowly walking both sides of the streets looking at the parked cars. Chad must have called for reinforcements. Dani pressed send and logged out. She walked to the bathroom and hoped there would be a window. There was one, but it took several precious minutes to pry it open. She climbed out and ran through the back allies to her car. She saw one man walking away from her across the street.
She slowly made it to her car door, keeping an eye on the man’s back the whole time. She inserted her key and worried he’d be able to hear her unlock the car. She placed her hand on the door handle and slowly lifted it. She heard the loud pop of the latch coming free when she heard the shout. “Hey! You!” She looked up and saw the man in black dodging traffic and making his way towards her. She flung the door open, jumped in the car and peeled away from the curb as the man reached for her door. She heard his scream and when she looked back in the rear view mirror she saw the man jumping around on one foot. She smiled, her car may be a piece of shit, but it did a great job running over scum.
She floored the gas pedal, knowing the man was calling in her location to the rest of the team. She drove straight until the man was out of sight and then started zigzagging her way towards town. She drove to the FBI lot and pulled in the parking garage. No way would they think to look for her here. Looking down, she found that her hands were shaking. Her heart was beating so fast she was afraid she might have a heart attack. “Okay girl. What now?” She pulled out her notebooks and started reading through them again.
Chapter Six
Two months ago…
Dani stood off to the side of the ninth hole at the exclusive Overland Private Golf Resort holding Judge LeMaster’s golf bag. She smiled as Judge LeMaster’s putt went in. “Good job, sir,” she complimented as she took his putter and placed it back into the bag.
It had been a month and a half since she hid in the FBI parking garage. After reading over her notes, she decided that Judge LeMaster might be the key figure. A sitting judge would have enough sway to send an FBI agent out on tasks, such as filling out an affidavit, more so than the other way around. She spent three weeks following Judge LeMaster and his family everywhere. She had learned what summer camps his kids were in, when his wife went to play tennis, and more importantly, when Judge LeMaster went to play golf every week.
She had pulled on a black button-down shirt and some khaki pants. She bound her breasts with an ace wrap and found a boy’s wig. She gelled the hair and threw on some boy’s shoes before heading to the golf course. She had written her name as Scott Tamlin. When the interviewer asked if there was any relation to the Senator, she answered in a convincing teenage boy voice, “Dad doesn’t like me to use his name to get things. I am supposed to have a real job this summer and get it on my own. So don’t say anything please?” The woman happily nodded at the chance to provide a Senator’s kid with summer employment and gave him a job as caddy.
The woman in charge of HR for the club bugged her for a copy of her social security card, but so far Dani had managed to push off the issue. When she arrived at work that day, she discovered the HR department was undergoing transition and thanked her lucky
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