Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2) (32 page)

“I’m afraid I can’t let you take my squire away from me, boyos.” He put his hand on his sword.

“I don’t know who you are my lord,” one of the men said, stepping forward and pulling out a document from inside his shirt, “but this gives us the right to bring this lad back for a trial in Richmond.”

“Ah Richmond, isn’t that in England?”

“It is, and this paper gives us the right to go anywhere in the whole of England even here, Redditch.”

The captain dismounted keeping an eye on them. “Redditch is the town you’re heading for just over the border.” He pointed in the direction they had been walking.

“What border? This is Redditch and this is England.”

“England is just over that brow. Down this road a mile and you’ll be back in your England.”

“Don’t listen to him Burt,” the man holding the rope said. “Out of our way sir, the lad will have a fair trial.” He laughed and pulled out a marriage certificate. “He got married just hours after killing a woman and this is the only proof we need to find him guilty.”

“You aren’t taking him out of Wales, so untie him.”

“This isn’t your bloody Wales!” the man holding the rope said hotly. “So you can piss off back to your beloved Wales and let us do our job. We are the High Sheriff’s men so get out of the way.”

“Why do you think they call it Red… ditch?” the captain asked and in his peripheral vision, he could see his men coming down the road. He answered his own question as he saw the puzzled look on their faces. “It’s a ditch between Wales and England and it’s run red with the blood of the Welsh and English who fought over this land.”

He shouted to his men in Welsh as they got closer, “Don’t speak English! I’ve just told these two they can’t take Steve-e-Joe out of Wales, I want them to think they’re trespassing on my land.” Sergeant Jones and his men dismounted and circled them.

“Hey now, your lordship we don’t want no trouble,” Burt said as he turned around to see the grinning faces of the Welshmen.

One of the captain’s men went up to him, stooped and touched his boots. He said something in Welsh and the captain and his men all laughed.

Burt the sheriff’s man stepped back and asked, “What did he say?”

“That is Tom Thomas,” Captain Morgan laughed, “and he’s wondering if your boots would fit him.”

“Hey, you bugger off,” Burt said, clearly agitated. He pulled his dagger out and pointed it at Tom Thomas. “Tell them we are High Sheriff’s men.”

Sergeant Evans went up behind the other man and grabbed his ass. “Hey, you cut that out,” the man said, jumping away from Evans’ contact. He also pulled out his dagger and waved it about.

Sergea
nt Evans undid his breeches, pulled out his cock and waved it at the man, laughing and shouting at him in Welsh.

“What’s he saying?” the second man asked the captain as he backed away.

“That is Evan Evans and he said he hasn’t had some English ass for a long time.”

With that, Sergeant Evans stepped forward with his penis pointing menacingly towards them, still talking to them in Welsh and laughing.

“Don’t come any closer you Welsh bastard or I’ll cut that cock off and give it back to the horse you pinched it from.”

“The other men are William Williams and Sergeant Jones!” Captain Morgan proclaimed. “They haven’t had a bit of ass in a long time either so if I was you I’d get back to England while I still got my boots and a tight ass hole.”

The two men mumbled to each other in conference but their minds were soon made for them. The great Sergeant Jones stepped forward, forcing them to drop the rope and go on their way, yelling, “You haven’t heard the last of this!” and “This will be reported to the High Sheriff!

The captain turned to Steve-e-Joe. “Well boyo, you lucky we caught up with you before they came to those trees down there.”

“Thank you captain, but I didn’t kill anyone.” Steve looked around. “We are not in Wales, are we?”

“Wales is a few days march that way. I figured they were from down south and didn’t know these parts very well.” He mounted his horse. “I believe you didn’t kill anyone Steve-e-Joe, and you can thank Jean’s Uncle Johnny for fetching us.”

When they got back to camp, Jean and Steve-e-Joe fully explained to the captain the accident back home and admitted how stupid they were to think they wouldn’t be followed up here. Like Sergeant Johnny said, they should have just given false names when they joined up. On his part, the captain couldn’t understand why Steve-e-Joe married Jean under his friend’s name, and not under his real name of Joe Wiggins. Nevertheless, he told them he would try to find the real Steve Bateman when they got up to York.

Jean thanked Captain Morgan and promised to make it up to him for missing out this afternoon. Steve-e-Joe had a mischievous smile on his face and a glint in his eye as he told Jean about Sergeant Evan Evans threatening to shag the sheriff’s men with his big cock, and he revealed that Sergeant Evans had a big, thick cock just like Sergeant Jones. Jean sensed that Steve-e-Joe had something planed for her and Evan Evans, and that she’d find out before they reached York.

Jean’s eyes shot open at 3:13 am. She stared at the ceiling and listened to Steve’s heavy breathing. She couldn’t help but think how Steve-e-Joe was nearly hanged in her dream, and how she was at her wits end with worry.

Jean wondered if she usually moaned out load in her sleep for surely, she would have woken Steve up one of these days. She shook her head at what she was becoming in her dreams: a shameless hussy that couldn’t get enough, a nymphomaniac.

I’m even falling in love with everyone, well everyone with big pricks,
she thought, smiling to herself. A picture came into her mind. It was of her kneeling in the tent and the captain fingering her until she reached her climax.
How wild.

No way would she ever be able to do anything like that in real life.

Alice had received all the latest information from Joe before 7:00 am so she called Burrows and asked if she could give her report over breakfast. Burrows agreed.

Campbell was the first to finish his breakfast and couldn’t wait to hear if Joe found out anything. “Well you didn’t call me at night, so I take it Joe didn’t find out much. Or maybe Joe couldn’t make contact with Abdul?”

“He made contact but he didn’t find out much about the whereabouts of the two suspects.” Alice finished chewing her mouthful and swallowed. “But Abdul confessed to the killing of the Pakistani, boy Kahn.”

Burrows nearly choked on a piece of beacon. “He did what?”

Campbell’s jaw dropped and a puzzled frown came on his face. “And Joe didn’t think he should have woken us up to tell us he caught a murderer?”

“Joe said Abdul thinks he’s got away with it so he isn’t going anywhere and Joe can find him anytime he wants to anyway.” Alice tried to relax and explain properly. She had also thought Joe should have woken them with news like that and she paused for Campbell to blow his top.

He didn’t so she went on. “And Joe said the FBI wouldn’t want him under arrest just yet, just in case he could lead us to the terrorist cell that hired him.”

“That’s true.” Campbell nodded. “The shooting isn’t our immediate problem. We could still use it to bring Abdul in for questioning later and use it as a threat for his help if need be.”

Burrows agreed with a nod. “So what else did he find out?”

Alice pulled her note book out. “Joe found out that Abdul doesn’t want to be linked to any Muslim terrorist groups, although he has done a lot of work for them in the past.” Campbell pulled out a pad and jotted down something. “He used to be a dispatch rider on a motor bike, and then a cab driver also working many odd jobs. But he was no bodyguard for those boys, just a driver.” Alice had a sip of her coffee before she went on. “Abdul was called and asked if he could do a Muslim brother a favour without asking questions, and he would be well paid, so he agreed. Someone sent him money and a pack of phones with orders to destroy the phones once he used them. He never met anyone in person; they gave him all his orders over the phone.

Abdul was sent to San Francisco to pick up the two Algerians and hide them until it was safe to fetch them to Missouri. Joe found out Abdul stole that car in Pennsylvania as part of the plan – it had to have blacked out windows and he had to take it to Kahn in Cisco to hide it until they needed it for Kahn to do the pick up.”

“So that’s where Kahn came in,” Campbell said. “The Muslim brother who called is part of the cell and he used Kahn as another pawn.”

Alice went on. “They phoned Abdul to get another car with blacked out windows ready for the return trip and to pay Kahn for the job while watching Kahn closely. So Kahn set everything up with Mr. Woo by paying him in advance. Then he picked up the two suspects and hid them, just on the other side of Cisco to see if the police was following them from the airport. That’s when the police went to Mr. Woo’s and they thought we were on to them so they hid out rather than making a run for it. When Kahn phoned Abdul to tell him we had been to the poolroom asking questions, that’s when Abdul was given the orders to kill Kahn and get out of there.”

“We know by the times on the traffic cameras that they hid out for a day somewhere between Cisco and the first camera sighting of the car.” Campbell shook his head, “I would never have thought they’d stay in Cisco. They wasted a day checking to see if we were on to the boys when they could have been well away.” Campbell grimaced and clenched his teeth in frustration. “We were that close to them,” he thumped the table, “but we’ve spooked them into trying to cover their tracks.”

Burrows sighed. “We’ve got them on tape swapping cars and then they drove a few miles to a hideout instead of making a run for it. They’re either stupid or they thought it was a good idea to throw us off. Or… maybe they weren’t sure about the two brothers and were checking them out before they accepted them into the group. If we had had information from Joe just a day earlier, we would have had them.”

“And perhaps that boy Kahn would still be alive,” Alice said sadly. “And why steal a car up in Pennsylvania and then dump it and steal another one in Cisco with blacked out windows to drive to Kansas? The blacked out windows, I understand, but Abdul could have stolen a car and driven all the way up to New Orleans Street in half the time?”

“I guess they were nervous and thought we were on to them and they’d rather the two boys be caught if we were on to them.” Campbell threw his arms up in the air. “Who knows what they were thinking, I guess this cell doesn’t want us to link them to any suicide bombers, so they think they are covering their tracks. And if we catch these two brothers, we might never find out who and where the terrorist cell is.”

“I’m surprised they haven’t taken Abdul out,” Burrows said. “They still might though… do you think we should have someone keep an eye on him to see who turns up?”

“We’ll pass that on to Control and leave it to them.” Campbell looked back at Alice for her to continue.

“Those two boys nearly didn’t come here.” Alice looked at her notes again from what Joe had found out about them from Abdul. “When they were training in Afghanistan, they nearly joined al-Shabaab.” Alice looked at Campbell and asked. “Who is al-Shabaab?”

“Al-Shabaab is a Somalia branch of al-Qaeda, believed to have a guerrilla army of almost 15,000 fighters. They are a ruthless terror group. According to intelligence, al-Shabaab joined al-Qaeda in 2012 and swore to battle the enemies of Islam, which covers most of the Western world.”

“Wow, well Joe said the boys wanted to come to America to kill the bitches on TV.”

“Pity they didn’t join that army,” Burrows said. “They wouldn’t be our problem now.”

Alice went back to her notes. “Abdul stole another car and made his way to Kansas to meet Alfred hoping that by dumping the car there, they would lose the FBI if they were following them.” Alice stopped. “That’s more or less what we just said… sorry…. Umm, Abdul paid Alfred and got to New Orleans Street. There, the boys split up. Abdul didn’t know the girl that met them but she told the two boys that they had to get rid of the suitcases because the Feds could have put a tracking device in their cases at the airport.”

“If we knew sooner, we would have bugged them.” Campbell’s face showed his frustration. “That’s if it was what Homeland wanted. If not, we could have simply refused them entry and put them back on the plane.”

Alice read on. “Abdul drove to a bus station somewhere in between Kansas and Pennsylvania, where he was met by a middle-aged woman that took the van and the boy and told Abdul to catch a bus home and to keep his mouth shut.”

“We’ll get the boys to go through all the footage of the bus stations on that route.” Campbell said. “Joe really should have told us this last night.”

“Do you want to know the good news?”

“What?” Burrows asked as Campbell raged on.

“Abdul recognized the woman. He had delivered a package to her shop a couple of times a few years ago when he was a dispatch rider. She owns a dry-cleaning business in Washington DC.”

Campbell shot out of his chair. “DC? Did he say where in DC?”

“Abdul couldn’t remember the street, but the name of the establishment is Yasmina’s Drycleaners.”

Campbell grabbed his phone and made his way to the door. Turning on the way, he said to Burrows, “Go over that with her again and see if we missed any angles.”

Alice looked at Burrows, then at her notes. “Joe did say that Abdul didn’t know about New Orleans Street until he got to Kansas, so why they told Mr. Woo they were going to New Orleans is a mystery.”

Burrows shrugged, as if to say.
It isn’t important now
. “If that Yasmina’s Drycleaners is still there, the FBI will find out about the business and who Yasmina is. From there, we’ll have a name to work with. Joe really should have woken you up when he found out that woman’s name, you know.”

Alice was getting tired of hearing the same line over and over. She covered her hands with her face and said, “Yeah, but I suppose he had some other business to attend to. You know, maybe he has a life out there? A job?”