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like Wesley's father, he thought.
"Something interesting."
Aaron glared at Wesley.
"Sir," Wesley added.
"I'll choose an appropriate activity which will make good use of your talents," Aaron said. "That's my job as your commander. Interesting isn't a criteria."
Wesley frowned.
The twins had continued to type during the entire conversation. When they were working, almost nothing could distract them. Aaron tapped lightly but persistently on Bethany's shoulder until she finally responded.
She looked at him. "Sir?"
"Norbert is down in the lobby," Aaron said. "He's waiting to take you home."
"Yes, sir." She climbed out of her chair. "There is another printout for you. We did a little more research on the protests."
He walked over to the printer and grabbed a short stack of papers.
Meanwhile, Leanna also stood up. She stretched her arms and showed off a body that had grown increasingly attractive as the months had passed. Norbert made sure the twins got plenty of exercise despite their persistent whining about it. He took very good care of them in every way.
Aaron looked at the papers. They were a complete history of the Chicago protests with all kinds of interesting details. The twins had even included helpful maps.
"This is excellent work, girls," he said, "as usual."
"Thank you, sir," Bethany said.
He scanned through the material. The protests had started five months ago with isolated cases of civil disobedience. Gradually, the size and frequency of the incidents had increased. One confrontation with the police a week ago had turned into a near riot and had left an apartment building in flames. The most peculiar aspect was the lack of consistent leadership. It seemed every protest had a different message and different voices, but the angry tone was always the same. Most of the activity was in the west and south sides of Chicago.
The twins left, and only Wesley remained with Aaron.
"I have to go out again," Aaron said. "Take a look at this stuff while I'm gone. Tell me what you think." He handed the papers to the boy.
"Where are you going, sir? Can I come?"
"I'm going to the Cook County Jail. Children are not permitted inside. I should be back in less than two hours."
Wesley sighed with obvious disappointment.
"Jack is in the security booth," Aaron said, "and you have my number. Call if there is any trouble while I'm gone. Norbert and Smythe are ten minutes away if you need them. Your protection team is downstairs. I know you don't like them, but if this place is attacked, that's your best option."
Wesley nodded. "Yes, sir."
* * *
Tawni sat in a small room with pale green walls and a single metal door. A fluorescent fixture provided bright bluish light. There was a large one-way window, and unfortunately, she was on the wrong side.
She looked down at her orange shirt and pants. The outfit made her look like a pumpkin. The clothes were cut to fit a man or a woman equally poorly, and she hated them. She despised everything about this place.
A man wearing a police uniform entered the room and sat across a table from her. He looked old for a cop in uniform. His short black hair was perfectly groomed, and his clothing had crisp creases. He carried a soft leather briefcase.
"Hello." He smiled. "I'm detective Jake Murphy. I'm in charge of your case."
He took a white notepad and a pen out of his briefcase. She glared at him.
"I'll take your official statement now," he said. "You can write it out, or you can dictate to me and just sign it. That would probably be better. I have good handwriting. If you want to call your lawyer first, I can make those arrangements."
"I don't have a lawyer. I can't afford one."
"Then let's begin. Describe how the Lake Street Vigilantes was formed." He held the pen above the paper expectantly.
"What time is it?" She furrowed her brow. "Isn't it late to be taking statements?"
He shrugged. "I like to work at night. Why? Are you tired?"
"No."
"Good. Go ahead."
She took a deep
"Something interesting."
Aaron glared at Wesley.
"Sir," Wesley added.
"I'll choose an appropriate activity which will make good use of your talents," Aaron said. "That's my job as your commander. Interesting isn't a criteria."
Wesley frowned.
The twins had continued to type during the entire conversation. When they were working, almost nothing could distract them. Aaron tapped lightly but persistently on Bethany's shoulder until she finally responded.
She looked at him. "Sir?"
"Norbert is down in the lobby," Aaron said. "He's waiting to take you home."
"Yes, sir." She climbed out of her chair. "There is another printout for you. We did a little more research on the protests."
He walked over to the printer and grabbed a short stack of papers.
Meanwhile, Leanna also stood up. She stretched her arms and showed off a body that had grown increasingly attractive as the months had passed. Norbert made sure the twins got plenty of exercise despite their persistent whining about it. He took very good care of them in every way.
Aaron looked at the papers. They were a complete history of the Chicago protests with all kinds of interesting details. The twins had even included helpful maps.
"This is excellent work, girls," he said, "as usual."
"Thank you, sir," Bethany said.
He scanned through the material. The protests had started five months ago with isolated cases of civil disobedience. Gradually, the size and frequency of the incidents had increased. One confrontation with the police a week ago had turned into a near riot and had left an apartment building in flames. The most peculiar aspect was the lack of consistent leadership. It seemed every protest had a different message and different voices, but the angry tone was always the same. Most of the activity was in the west and south sides of Chicago.
The twins left, and only Wesley remained with Aaron.
"I have to go out again," Aaron said. "Take a look at this stuff while I'm gone. Tell me what you think." He handed the papers to the boy.
"Where are you going, sir? Can I come?"
"I'm going to the Cook County Jail. Children are not permitted inside. I should be back in less than two hours."
Wesley sighed with obvious disappointment.
"Jack is in the security booth," Aaron said, "and you have my number. Call if there is any trouble while I'm gone. Norbert and Smythe are ten minutes away if you need them. Your protection team is downstairs. I know you don't like them, but if this place is attacked, that's your best option."
Wesley nodded. "Yes, sir."
* * *
Tawni sat in a small room with pale green walls and a single metal door. A fluorescent fixture provided bright bluish light. There was a large one-way window, and unfortunately, she was on the wrong side.
She looked down at her orange shirt and pants. The outfit made her look like a pumpkin. The clothes were cut to fit a man or a woman equally poorly, and she hated them. She despised everything about this place.
A man wearing a police uniform entered the room and sat across a table from her. He looked old for a cop in uniform. His short black hair was perfectly groomed, and his clothing had crisp creases. He carried a soft leather briefcase.
"Hello." He smiled. "I'm detective Jake Murphy. I'm in charge of your case."
He took a white notepad and a pen out of his briefcase. She glared at him.
"I'll take your official statement now," he said. "You can write it out, or you can dictate to me and just sign it. That would probably be better. I have good handwriting. If you want to call your lawyer first, I can make those arrangements."
"I don't have a lawyer. I can't afford one."
"Then let's begin. Describe how the Lake Street Vigilantes was formed." He held the pen above the paper expectantly.
"What time is it?" She furrowed her brow. "Isn't it late to be taking statements?"
He shrugged. "I like to work at night. Why? Are you tired?"
"No."
"Good. Go ahead."
She took a deep
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