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a gallon of water, he could not now, not with Sam and K dead. The round nurse told him she was going to go get the doctor and hurried out of the room. Mark's mind raced as he thought about what happened to his wife and little girl. Feelings of guilt started to rise in his heart. He should have gone in with them. If he had only made them stay with him. But how could he have known what would happen? How could anyone know?
The evening wore on as Mark lay in his empty room, staring at the ceiling. The doctor, a gentlemen in every respect came in and talked with him but Mark didn't hear him. Bill and Holly came by and Holly had red puffy eyes from crying, and Bill looked like he was going to pass out. Mark turned over and did not say a word to either of them. It was selfish he knew and he knew that they had lost their daughter and beloved granddaughter but he could not feel anything beyond his own deep dark grief.
Mark refused any food and in the end, they gave up and put something in his IV. The line between grief and anger was very thin and Mark fought it with everything in him but with each passing minute, he was losing the battle. He would find out what happened. He would find out if this was an accident.
"Because if it wasn't ..." his mind trailed off. "If it was a terrorist, then they would pay. One way or another, they would pay!" Finally, after the sun began to set, Mark drifted off to restless sleep.
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"YOU, MR. WESTON, ARE off the case!" Captain Ja-cobson's face was as red as a Washington apple as he pointed his long, bony finger into Kirk's face. "All I need is a rogue cop running around MY city. All you had to do is interview the families in your files. Is that so hard? Now we've got a dead witness and a few miles of rubble that I've got to explain to the media! Who do you think is going to pay for all the damage?"
Kirk shrugged his shoulders and said. "I was just doing my job--following a lead."
"Shut up! Not another word! Now I want you on the next plane back to Detroit," He hissed. "I've already informed your superiors and they'll be expecting you." The Captain paced the room, trying to cool down. He glared at Kirk who sat in a chair looking smug. Sitting down in a big, black chair behind his desk, the Captain motioned for Kirk to leave.
"Here. You might want to look into this," Kirk tossed the purchase order on his desk as he stood to leave the room. He muttered a curse and walked from the captain's office. He slammed the door and, limped his way to the exit. He had a feeling that the FBI knew more than they were letting on. This stupid thing about interviewing the inmates' families was a joke. This was a well-planned job, and he had a feeling that the FBI might even know who it was. Maybe they could not do anything about it. But, then again, who gave a crap about a bunch of cons dying? They had it coming anyway, and it would save the taxpayers some money!
Kirk got into a cab as he left the FBI building, his rental car was at the shop and the rental car agency was not to keen on replacing it with his recent driving record. He rubbed his chin, thinking about what his next move was going to be. He
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was not one that liked to be pushed around, no matter who was doing the pushing. No. This was far from over. He had to know why this had a stinking smell about it.
"Hill View Hotel," he said. As he slumped back into his seat, the cab made a right onto the interstate. He touched his leg, feeling the bandage where his wound was. Wincing, he decided he would check into a different hotel and get his hands on another car. If that bottled-caped captain thought he was going to send him packing, he had another thing coming. His cell phone rang, and he looked at the number. It was his boss and he was sure he would have a few choice words for him so he silenced it, "Sorry. This one, I'm doing on my own."
The cab came to a stop in front of the Hill View Hotel and
The evening wore on as Mark lay in his empty room, staring at the ceiling. The doctor, a gentlemen in every respect came in and talked with him but Mark didn't hear him. Bill and Holly came by and Holly had red puffy eyes from crying, and Bill looked like he was going to pass out. Mark turned over and did not say a word to either of them. It was selfish he knew and he knew that they had lost their daughter and beloved granddaughter but he could not feel anything beyond his own deep dark grief.
Mark refused any food and in the end, they gave up and put something in his IV. The line between grief and anger was very thin and Mark fought it with everything in him but with each passing minute, he was losing the battle. He would find out what happened. He would find out if this was an accident.
"Because if it wasn't ..." his mind trailed off. "If it was a terrorist, then they would pay. One way or another, they would pay!" Finally, after the sun began to set, Mark drifted off to restless sleep.
________________________________________
"YOU, MR. WESTON, ARE off the case!" Captain Ja-cobson's face was as red as a Washington apple as he pointed his long, bony finger into Kirk's face. "All I need is a rogue cop running around MY city. All you had to do is interview the families in your files. Is that so hard? Now we've got a dead witness and a few miles of rubble that I've got to explain to the media! Who do you think is going to pay for all the damage?"
Kirk shrugged his shoulders and said. "I was just doing my job--following a lead."
"Shut up! Not another word! Now I want you on the next plane back to Detroit," He hissed. "I've already informed your superiors and they'll be expecting you." The Captain paced the room, trying to cool down. He glared at Kirk who sat in a chair looking smug. Sitting down in a big, black chair behind his desk, the Captain motioned for Kirk to leave.
"Here. You might want to look into this," Kirk tossed the purchase order on his desk as he stood to leave the room. He muttered a curse and walked from the captain's office. He slammed the door and, limped his way to the exit. He had a feeling that the FBI knew more than they were letting on. This stupid thing about interviewing the inmates' families was a joke. This was a well-planned job, and he had a feeling that the FBI might even know who it was. Maybe they could not do anything about it. But, then again, who gave a crap about a bunch of cons dying? They had it coming anyway, and it would save the taxpayers some money!
Kirk got into a cab as he left the FBI building, his rental car was at the shop and the rental car agency was not to keen on replacing it with his recent driving record. He rubbed his chin, thinking about what his next move was going to be. He
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DREAMS
65
was not one that liked to be pushed around, no matter who was doing the pushing. No. This was far from over. He had to know why this had a stinking smell about it.
"Hill View Hotel," he said. As he slumped back into his seat, the cab made a right onto the interstate. He touched his leg, feeling the bandage where his wound was. Wincing, he decided he would check into a different hotel and get his hands on another car. If that bottled-caped captain thought he was going to send him packing, he had another thing coming. His cell phone rang, and he looked at the number. It was his boss and he was sure he would have a few choice words for him so he silenced it, "Sorry. This one, I'm doing on my own."
The cab came to a stop in front of the Hill View Hotel and
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