Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2) (28 page)

“You got the right size ass to play salmon jumping. It will make a lovely waterfall and my boys will love showing your husband how to play it.”

Jean wasn’t sure what he was on about but she didn’t care. She loved the tone of his voice, and the firmness of his strokes. He caught hold of her hips and pumped away, harder and faster.

“When we finish here, I want you to go get your things, and I’ll show you your new home under my protection.”

“Oh Captain Morgan, I think I’m coming.” Jean couldn’t help thinking what Meg had said to one of the other wives, that she’d have him after the first woman was done with him. And here she was being given the seal of approval – whatever that meant – by the most handsome man she had ever seen or dreamt about, and she didn’t want to disappoint him so she cried out. “Oh Captain Mor-g-a-an I’m co….”

With that she heard the tent flaps open.

“Sorry, Captain Morgan, but…”

“Oh, I love you…” Jean said as she sat up in bed, back in her apartment. She cursed herself for waking up just as it had come to the best part, but at least she hadn’t woken Steve; he was snoring like an old pig. Jean fell back on the bed and tried to make sense of her dream, and what Joe, wanted of her. Why did he make young Jean masturbate for him, as if it was the first time she was discovering its pleasure? She was a 17-year-old for Pete’s sake and she was brought up on a farm not in a convent. Why did he let Johnny and Steve-e-Joe have a quick fuck and then fall to sleep on her when she was dying to be screwed properly? And why did he let her wake up just as she and Captain Morgan were about to have a beautiful orgasm together?

Don’t be so critical,
She cautioned herself. She reckoned it was as much Joe’s adventure as hers, and he had to enjoy it too. If Captain Morgan, the young, handsome Captain Morgan, was going to be her new protector; then she couldn’t wait for the next episode. At last she would shag a good-looking man, not old, shabbily-dressed men like Morris and Johnny.

She thought about Captain Morgan again and how his voice reminded her of Tom Jones, the Welsh singer.

*

Alice woke to the chirp of her cell phone; the ID told her it was John. “Hi love, anything wrong?”

“I take it you’ve not been up for long yet so you haven’t seen the morning news on TV.”

“No, and why what has happened?”

“There was a small piece about the cold case you’ve been working on – the Johnson murders. It didn’t say much, other than a man has admitted to the two murders. No mention of you or Burrows.”

“Yeah, well it wasn’t her case. She was helping out and we didn’t follow up because we were dragged away to another case.” Alice gave a big yawn.

“The top secret case you can’t tell your husband about? That one?” The sarcasm in his voice was heavy, but unintended.

“I’m sorry love, but I can’t talk about it.”

“Yeah I know honey, but I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

Another call came on the line and Alice said to John, “I’ve got to go love, duty calls. I’ll call you tonight and by then, the story I wrote about the Johnson murders should be in the paper – as soon as the detective in charge clears it. Love you loads.”

The phone call was from Burrows. She told Alice to get ready to be picked up. There was no urgency in her voice this time around. She asked Alice to go get something to eat and they’d pick her up in an hour.

“You’re not having breakfast with me?”

“Nah honey, me and Campbell hit the road early. We already ate.”

Alice was beginning to get used to waiting outside hotels and motels waiting to be picked up. That morning, as usual, Campbell was on time.

“Good morning,” Alice said as she got in the car. The car didn’t zoom off before she had had the chance to position her rear properly.

That’s new,
she thought.

They both answered as one. “Good morning.”

Burrows half-turned round and spoke as if she were giving a report. “Joe did alright last night.” she nodded towards Campbell, “Agent Campbell phoned the local police and had two officers help him search the bins. They found the two suit cases. There was nothing out of the ordinary in the cases but let’s hope we get prints of the girl that’s helping them.”

“That’s something.” Alice said, with a nod.

“Yes,” Burrows went on, “We’ve got footage of the white van leaving the alley. Guess what, it was reported stolen.” She waved her hand to dismiss it, as if it was what they expected. “And we’ve got clear footage of Hadj Haddad leaving at the same time, but the woman driver wore a burka hiding her face, and the license plates were fake.” Burrows shrugged her shoulders as if to say you win some, you lose some. “We’ve got a positive ID on the bodyguard or minder or whoever the guy is that’s been running round with them. His name is Abdul Hussain and he lives up in Pennsylvania. He’s there at the moment.”

“So he’s more than likely the one who stole the first car that we found in Cisco, right?”

“Right.”

“He was on the watch list,” Campbell chimed in as if scared he’d be left out.

“The what?” Alice squinted in confusion.

“The Federal terrorist watch list. He’s gone from one of the lowest of interest to our main one to watch.”

“To watch? Shouldn’t he be arrested?” Alice asked.

Campbell shook his head. “Do you know there are 800,000 on the data-based watch list?”

“Wow,” Alice said her eyes widening. “And the FBI is watching them all?”

“That’s not our department.” He looked at her in his rear mirror. “Anyway we‘ve got to make contact with this Abdul Hussain and let Joe get in to his dreams to find out what he knows.”

“I see,” Alice said with a nod of excitement. “Rather than fetch Abdul in to help you with your inquiries, you’ll just have Joe get the truth out of him without him or his comrades knowing.”

“Exactly, and we’ve got a few questions we want you to ask Joe to find out.”

Alice nodded at him in the mirror. “And how are we going to make contact with him, without him knowing we are on to him?”

“We’ve got a few hours to come up with something.” Burrows said. “You’ll have to bring that badge into play, somehow.”

Alice nodded in agreement. She really hoped a bright idea came to her.

“Our boys are monitoring him 24/7,” Campbell said in a relaxed tone. “He visits the mosque every day, so perhaps we can work something out for you to bump into him. We’ll have you covered, of course.”

Joe had popped into Alice’s mind and heard the last part. He was quick to guess
what they wanted.

“Hi, Mrs. Timberlake.”

“Haha… Hi, Joe Mann.”

Joe read Alice’s thoughts as she filled him in while listening to Campbell at the same time.

“Tell them you could pretend you’re looking for an address and when this Abdul passes, you’ll ask his help.”

Alice interrupted Campbell. “I’m so sorry… but I didn’t wanna forget. I think I should meet this Abdul pretending to be lost and ask him directions.”

Campbell pointed an approving finger at her, saying, “That sounds like a good idea.”

Alice continued her conversation with Joe; she wanted him around to make this work, so he could jump from her mind to Abdul’s mind when she met him, rather than for Joe to have to come and visit her in her dreams tonight.

Joe promised he’d try his best to check back and Alice tried to tell him how important the lead was and how Homeland was relying on his information to catch the two terrorists.

Joe smiled to himself as a tiny feeling seemed to enter him and course through him. It was pride. Abel Lazarus was proud to serve.

By the time they had settled into a hotel, they were told to be ready to meet Abdul on his way to
say the evening prayer. Campbell was back to his nervous, edgy self, as he had information passed to him through his ear piece; he was in contact with Control.

Campbell had the three of them waiting in the car in between where Abdul lived and the mosque he was going to.

Alice was glad Joe was in her head, he had been with her for the last hour, and he told her he had arranged for some quiet time to himself away from family and fri
ends, knowing that this was very important. Alice sat there nervously holding a piece of paper with a local address written on it. Campbell had written it down while talking to the boys at the Control room. He suddenly sat up and turned to Alice.

“You’re on; he’s just left his apartment.”

“Here we go then.”

Alice got out of the car and went to look at her image in a shop window, to try to relax, act natural and to play her part of this plan. She had seen a blown-up photo of Abdul and had spent minutes memorizing it. She recognized him as soon as he came around the corner. Alice held the paper in her palm, the white piece gleaming in her hand,

“Excuse me, could you please tell me where this place is?”

Abdul looked at her from head to toe, analyzing her.

Alice smiled sweetly. “The cab driver dropped me off here, but...” Alice raised her hands up as if she was confused, “this doesn’t seem be the place.”

Abdul reluctantly took the paper, read it and said. “It’s just around the corner; the driver should have told you that.”

“It is?” Alice gave the best look of relief she could muster, “Oh, thank goodness for that, and thank you very much.” She shook his hand, marched up the street and around the corner without looking back, hoping her acting was good enough, and knowing Joe had him already.

“You did well girl, he didn’t suspect a thing, and he thought you were handing out pamphlets,”
Joe congratulated her.

Alice
’s cell phone buzzed in her purse. It was Burrows, and Alice answered it, feeling relieved and pleased with herself. “Hi, did he buy it?”

“I think so… he hesitated and watched you walk off, but he’s on his way now.” Burrows and Campbell watched Abdul make his way down the street. “You did well Alice, did you manage to make contact?”

“Yes I shook hands using the badge. It’s all up to Joe now.”

“Yeah,” Burrows answered, and at Campbell’s signal, she added, “he’s gone now so you can come back and we’ll go have a well-earned cup of coffee.”

“Roger that.” Alice said as she hung up and marched back to the car feeling like part of the team.

“Where would they be without us?”
Joe asked in her head.

“I know, right? What a team we make.” Alice answered telepathically. Joe left her saying that if he found out something important then he’d have to wake her up tonight to tell her; if not, he’d contact her at about seven in the morning.

Alice didn’t realize she had been so nervous until she got in the car. She was glad it was over now and relaxed with the biggest grin ever on her face. “I think that went alright.”

Burrows was happy for Alice because she knew how badly she wanted to feel like part of the team. “Alice, I think Joe has won over a few more unbelievers in the CIA. They think they have some idea about how Joe gets into people’s dreams.”

“Huh?” Campbell was just about to pull off and he stopped to listen.

Burrows went on. “They call it Parapsychology; it’s a study of mental phenomena such as hypnosis and telepathy. They believe Joe is a telepath and somehow gets into people’s dream and hypnotizes them in their sleep through telepathic communication.”

“So they’ve come up with a name for it?” Alice breathed out. At least they hadn’t found out she and Joe could communicate telepathically. “But Joe said from the go that he could hypnotize his, umm,” she struggled for the right word, “his clients in their sleep.”

“Yes, and now it looks like they believe him.” Burrows was smiling, because BAU, her department over at Quantico had told her and it was news to Campbell so she had one up on him.

Alice frowned and asked. “Well that’s good, isn’t it?”

“I hope so. The more work Joe does, the more they’ll trust him and the better for this team,” she playfully punched Agent Campbell on the arm, “I can see us all having a letter from the President thanking us.”

“Let’s catch the two bombers first,” Campbell grunted, “before you girls go buying new outfits.”

Abel was in bed with the list of questions he intended to ask Abdul but he wasn’t sure what time to visit him. He also had Jean on his mind; he knew she would be cursing Joe for ending their dream so abruptly. He laughed to himself for the simple reason for the loss in transmission: two cats outside his bedroom window had started a vicious, protracted fight and the noise had eventually distracted him to the point where he lost concentration. He’d make it up to her though, he was sure of that.

Abel concentrated on locating Abdul and he found him with no trouble at all. He was in a car lot looking at used cars. “Abdul, are you looking for a car?”

Abdul spun round, a little startled. “Who are you?” he asked the old man who looked like someone from the old photos of his Arab family.

“I’m your subconscious. You’ve have blackened the family name, Abdul.”

“Are you my great grandfather?” Abdul asked, trying to peer into the man’s face.

“I’m your confessor.”

Abdul fell to his knees and asked forgiveness and Abel had him under his spell, thereby proceeding to ask him questions. Abel spoke freely, just as he cried freely. The biggest confession was that he was ordered to shoot the Pakistani boy, Kahn. As for the whereabouts of the two Algerians, Abdul had no idea. He had handed them over to a middle-aged woman that he had seen sometime before.

Beyond that, Abel found Abdul didn’t know much, he wasn’t part of any terrorist group but just a hired hand.

Abel felt the information wasn’t as important as they were all expecting so relaying it to Alice could wait till morning. That would enable him give Jean a little attention. She deserved it.

When Abel entered Jean’s dreams for the first time as Joe, she had seen him as Joe, Steve’s friend at work and so Abel kept up the friendship in her dreams. He hadn’t particularly enjoyed playing Joe in the beginning but these days he cherished being young Joe and doing things he couldn’t do in real life. The addition of a bigger manhood was also a plus for him.