They'll Call It Treason (6 page)

January 27 at 8:40
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Raleigh, North Carolina

“Yeah, you left me there all by myself, remember,” Kate reminded Ethan. After a much awaited dinner, Ethan and Kate had taken a quick stroll through downtown Raleigh. Despite the wintry temperature Kate cherished their nighttime walks through the city.

A few stars twinkled in the sky, pushing past the city's glow. Kate pulled her jacket closer and tightened Ethan's arm around her waist. She wanted his body to warm her.

Kate had just reminded Ethan of one of their first dates. One of the many shared stories from the four years they had been together.

A few of her college friends had thrown a party they had planned to attend. However, after a taxing day at work Ethan had laid down for a quick nap. That had turned out to be a mistake. He had woken to a dark room, well past the seven o’clock event time.

Ethan remembered waking up and realizing his mistake. He had felt so bad about it, and he only felt worse when he showed up as the party ended. Kate had been so angry. He paid for that mistake for weeks.

“I know, that was a bad one,” Ethan cocked an eyebrow and wrinkled his brow at the memory.

“You’ve done well since though,” Kate admitted coyly.

“Good thing for me,” his words formed a cloud of mist as he spoke. He smiled at Kate as they passed by another couple. The street was dimly lit, adding to the amorous atmosphere. “I’m still sorry for that, by the way.”

Kate leaned against Ethan, laying her head on his shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his, pulling in all the heat she could find. Her closeness told Ethan he was forgiven.

He clasped her hand in his. Ethan kissed her on the head, breathing in the jasmine scent of her hair. Everything seemed right.

For a few more minutes they walked without saying a word. The closeness said enough. As they walked on to the property of the Old State Capitol Building Kate lifted her head to note the statues. The historian in her faintly surfaced in her eyes.

As they walked through the capitol courtyard, they reached the location Ethan intended to make his move. The path led up the front steps of the aging structure. Its monolithic columns strutted high above them. The gentle curving of the courtyard pathways and perfectly manicured greenery provided a small escape from the urban feel of the city.

Ethan stopped, keeping a grasp on Kate’s hand. Kate looked up at him from his shoulder with a slight look of confusion breaching the serenity on her face.

“Kate,” he started, looking intently into her eyes. He let himself drift away into their brown charm. “We’ve been together for four years. Over those years we’ve had good times and a few bad,” he smirked as he spoke about the bad, eliciting a reserved smile from Kate.

“One thing, though, has persisted through it all and grown every day. The inescapable fact that I need you and I love you.” Ethan paused, half trying to remember what he had planned to say as his heartbeat quickened. “I don’t want to spend another four years together Kate. I want to spend the rest of our lives together.”

He could see the emotions rolling through Kate. A glad tear threatened to fall. As the smile on her lips grew greater, Ethan dropped to one knee, never letting go of her hand. He never wanted to let go. As his knee hit the ground everything else around them dulled to a faint blur. His focus was on Kate, her hand held over her mouth, almost trembling. The gentle bounce of her hair, the smoothness of cheeks.

“We’ll have more good times and we’ll have more bad times, Kate. We’ll both make mistakes. Obviously, I’ll make more than you,” he managed to get a joke in, smiling up at her. Kate let a soft laugh slip between her lips while trying to hold back the tears.

She knew what was happening, and it thrilled her more than she ever imagined it could. Her heart pounded as she tried to hold back the tears of joy. She watched as Ethan reached into his pocket and withdrew a small black box.

With a smile on his face, Ethan opened the box, revealing a diamond ring. Kate was not much concerned with the ring, but what it meant elated her. “Yes, Ethan, yes!”

Ethan smiled, “I haven’t even asked you a question yet.” He paused, still gazing into her eyes. “Kate, will you marry me?”

“Yes, Ethan, of course I will!” She had stopped trying to hold back the tears. It was all she could do to utter the words again.

In a state of sheer euphoria he slipped the diamond ring onto her finger and rose to his feet. He placed his arms around her, pulling her tightly to him. The cold was driven away by their closeness, by the heat of passion inside him. He placed a hand on Kate’s cheek and wiped away a few tears.

“I love you so much, Kate.”

“I love you too, Ethan.”

Ethan leaned forward and kissed her, pulling her tightly to himself. He felt the warmth of her body in the cold night, the tenderness of her lips. She was all he needed, and all he wanted.

January 28 at 3:10
p.m.
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Norfolk, Virginia – FBI Norfolk Field Office

“Have you checked this one yet?” Jason asked, holding up a document for Ethan to see.

Ethan jerked himself away from his daydreaming. He blinked back to reality as he glanced up at the document. All he could think about was that Kate said yes. She said yes.

“Not yet,” Ethan responded finally.

A stack of incident reports and so-called leads had landed on their desks about an hour ago. Jason sat at his desk, swiveled around with his back to his desk. He propped his feet on a small coffee table Ethan had bought for the office a couple months back, reviewing the reports.

With their wiretap in the Rivers case quiet they had plenty of time to go through unrelated casework. Ethan had been attempting to focus on his own stack, unsuccessfully. Instead, his mind kept running last night on repeat.

Jason passed him the report while giving him a brief synopsis. “Well, Mr. Love-bird, it looks like Congressman Burr has had more than his usual slew of threats in the past week.”

Thomas Burr was the Democratic congressman from Virginia's third congressional district. The liberal represented the areas encompassing most of Norfolk, Petersburg and Richmond. His brazen anti-gun rants and unconventional plan for community ownership of personal property had won over a surprising number of voters. Coupled with his recent filibuster of provisions from the National Defense Authorization Act regarding the treatment of prisoners and domestic surveillance, the man was an interesting amalgam of political ideals.

“Seems that his Protect the Future tour has fueled some fires around the southern states,” Jason commented. A month prior, the Congressman had announced the Protect the Future tour. Essentially, it boiled down to a series of anti-gun rallies in traditionally gun-friendly states. A bold move by any estimation, yet definitely in character for the Congressman.

Rumors around Washington claimed Burr was preparing for another presidential run. Jason could not understand how ticking off the southern half of the country was a promising strategy for a presidential hopeful.

“He got an especially rattling threat a few days ago, warning him not to go to Georgia. It apparently shook up one member of his staff pretty bad,” Jason explained as Ethan continued to scan the report, his brow wrinkled. Jason waited a few more moments to let Ethan take in the details. “Guess where the Congressman will be tomorrow?”

Without finishing the report Ethan was sure he knew the answer.

“Georgia.” Ethan said confidently.

“Atlanta, Georgia, to be exact,” Jason specified. “He’s scheduled to speak at the Democratic National Committee Winter Meeting tomorrow morning.  But he also has a few other stops in the state over the next few days.”

Jason referred to the calendar on his computer, “Looks like he has three tour stops planned in the state after the DNC Meeting. Georgia Southern in Statesboro, University of Georgia in Athens, and Mercer in Macon. Ah, no, he already spoke at Georgia Southern, that was last night.”

Like all the members of the Virginia delegation, Congressman Burr’s office kept Jason and Ethan apprised of the Congressman’s schedule. It was an integral part of staying ahead of the game for them. He wanted to be sure that none of Virginia’s delegation joined the other political figures on his tack board. Knowing where they would be and when was imperative.

Congressman Burr was a liberal by most accounts. Yet, unlike most of his Democratic colleagues, the man had remained a stalwart advocate for less militarism and what he called a more sensible defense budget.  His stance remained constant regardless of which party was in the White House and had earned him criticism from both sides of the aisle.

“So where are these threats coming from?” Ethan asked.

“The one, or two rather, that rattled his staff were from a David Russell, according to Capitol Police.” Jason slapped open a file on the table.

Ethan peered at the information scattered in front of him. A picture of a middle-aged Caucasian man with a long, scraggly orange-red hair and goatee, and rough features was featured prominently at the top of the file. The image of the man holding up a numbered sign conjured up thoughts of the town drunk in Ethan’s mind.

“According to last night’s police report, he was arrested for a third DUI charge last night. Seems he decided to warn police that Congressman Burr was in danger in exchange for some leniency,” Jason explained, giving Ethan’s mental image of the man more validity.

“Looks like he has ties to the Georgia Militia,” Ethan noted as he skimmed through the man’s bio. “They’ve been vocal opponents of Burr’s since he was elected.”

“And violent,” Jason finished for him.

Ethan shuffled through his stack of papers. He glanced through each sheet quickly, looking for other threats to the Congressman. He stopped near the back of the pile and read a few lines, then pulled a sheet from the stack and placed it on the table.

“Looks like the Capitol Police didn’t think much of it,” Ethan wrinkled his brow, pointing to the report he had placed in front of Jason. “Their report only mentions that the Congressman was told not to come to Georgia by our Mr. Russell. They didn’t investigate any further.”

“How about I send for a warrant to get his recent calls?” Jason said.

Ethan grinned, seeing that Jason was on the same wavelength, nearly reading his mind.

“Pack your bags, too. We’re going to Atlanta tonight,” Ethan informed him with a smirk on his face.

“Huh? Why not let the Atlanta Field Office handle it, Ethan?” Jason asked. He was unlikely to win, but he tried. Tomorrow was to be father-daughter night, or at least he had planned, or – well, he had thought about it. They would do whatever Kallie wanted. It hit him suddenly that he really did not know what that might be.

“This may be related to our cases, Jason. And the Congressman is a Virginian. We owe it to him. It’s our job,” Ethan rationalized, trying to tie the thin strings together.

Jason huffed, but did not argue. Deep inside he wanted to go; it was what he was bred to do. Investigate, follow the scent. It may be part of the case, maybe even a break in the case. Then again, it could be nothing, as it usually was. But if there was a chance it might amount to something, they could not afford to miss the opportunity.

“Just promise me we’ll be back in Norfolk by tomorrow evening,” Jason asserted, his voice a little more annoyed sounding than he had intended.

“Deal,” Ethan agreed. “I’ll give the Atlanta Police a call to make sure they don’t release our witness. You want to get the plane tickets?”

“Sure, I’ll get them,” Jason acquiesced, hoping that this would be quick.

January 28 at 3:55
p.m.
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Atlanta, Georgia

The office held its usual buzz. Agents busied themselves about the open space just outside Agent Sean Abrams’ office. He ignored the noises as he prepared for security at tomorrow’s Democratic National Committee meeting down at the World Congress Center.

Sean’s pale blue eyes barely shone in his reflection on the computer monitor as he scanned last-minute placements on a blueprint of the Center. It was his job to keep the delegates and visiting officials safe during the two days of high-strung talks and squabbling over party affairs.

“Ah” Sean grumbled, taking another sip from the thirty-two ounce gas station cup next to him. So many times he had considered transferring to D.C., New York or some other field office. Atlanta was massive but it did not hold the excitement he craved.

Instead, he frequented the nearby amusement parks and paintball teams for his adrenaline fixes. Being hunted down by another person was, albeit with a paint gun, exciting. He needed it; otherwise he was sure he would end up punching his partner before the end of the week.

Maybe it was the orphan in him, the sour upbringing, the years of constantly trying to escape. Or, maybe it was the usual drear of adult life. He was not sure, just guesses.

Ring… Ring…

“Dammit,” he scolded the phone. Probably another call from some nameless DNC rep fretting over some last-minute change to security placements. Still, he picked up the phone.

“Agent Sean Abrams, Atlanta Field Office,” he repeated.

“Agent Abrams,” an unfamiliar voice came over the line. The voice seemed too familiar with calling the FBI to be from the DNC. “I’m Agent Ethan Shaw from the Norfolk Field Office. I was told to talk to you about security for the DNC meeting.”

Dammit. Maybe it was about security placement.

“Yes, that would be me,” Sean tried not to sound irritated, “What can I do for you, Agent Shaw?”

“Well, I have a…” Sean listened as the voice on the other end tried to figure out how to explain their call, “lead on a possible threat to Congressman Burr, who I’m sure you’re aware will be at the DNC meeting tomorrow. A David Russell…”

“Let me stop you right there,” Sean interrupted. “I think I know where this is going. Mr. Russell made some drunken calls to the Congressman’s office and then tried to use the same fits when he got pulled for drunk driving to try to get off easy. The man’s not right in the head. I’ve dealt with him in the past. He’ll say anything. He’s one of those conspiracy nuts who mixes his tin foil theories with too many drinks and too many guns.”

“I still…” Ethan started again, before Sean jumped in again.

“Look Shaw.” Leaning back against his desk, Sean put a firmness behind his voice. “I personally spoke to him once they got him sobered up last night. He didn’t know a thing after that. Passed a lie detector and everything. If you want to come on down and talk to him yourself that’s fine, but I’ve got most my agents tied up at the DNC meeting, so don’t expect anyone to chauffeur you around.”

Sean bit his lip as the last few words slipped out. He was too busy to deal with an agent gallivanting from up north.

“I’m sorry,” Sean tried again. “I don’t mean to be short with you, but I don’t have the spare manpower right now to help you out. You’re welcome to come down and talk to Russell, just don’t expect to find anything special with him. He’s not exactly the brightest individual.”

“Thank you, Agent Abrams,” Ethan replied without the least bit of hesitation. “I’ll be sure to pass on anything we find out.”

Sean scowled at the subtle understatement, that they had possibly missed something, or been careless. “Please do. Goodbye.”

The phone went silent and Sean replaced the receiver. Looking up at his screen filled with notes and reminders he huffed, “Here we go.”