“Your contacting Barry Walker for me has locked down the case for us! The man was very suspicious of his neighbor. He said he met Marion once and something about the man set his nerves off. He kept meticulous records of the comings and goings, dates and times, with photos! He didn’t have their names, but he wrote down the license plates of the car service they used to get to the house and leave. I subpoenaed the company for the names and addresses of those customers. Barry said his wife was very upset with him for doing all this, but it kept him occupied, so she left him alone.
He put all this information into a photo album. He’s been holding onto it for years and almost threw it away when he moved to Florida, but the album somehow made it into a box he took with him. He was so excited that someone wanted the information. I had it shipped by expedited courier to the station, and we’ve matched the faces in Barry Walker’s album to the nine of the twelve home investors. This proves they were there. The others had no public presence for us to compare the photos against, so we’ll match their faces to names when the limousine company records come in.
Most importantly, we have Marion Spencer. He was in most of the photos. He ran the club. He was the one who greeted all his guests. And Barry caught it with his camera.”
“Congratulations on solving the case! I’m sure Shelly will be relieved to know the offenders will be charged-” He stopped when he saw Chanel’s smile weaken.
She shook her head. “I spoke with my captain. He said we don’t have enough physical evidence to link these people to the crimes. He’s not willing to go to court with just the photographic evidence your neighbor provided. The DNA evidence found in the cellar was badly degraded. So, the only one who will be charged with the deaths will be Marion Spencer. But as the monster said, he will not see the inside of a courtroom. He will take the easy way out and refuse further dialysis treatments. The case is closed, and we will be able to put the poor souls we found in the cellar to rest. The families have been notified.”
Ben scowled. “The others just get to walk away completely untouched?”
Chanel nodded. “One of them is a judge. My captain was very explicit that we would not be taking the case any further. They have their scapegoat; they want the case to be over.” She looked like she had a bad taste in her mouth.
Her eyes lifted to lock onto Ben’s. “I’m ready to accept your offer. I am done with law enforcement when it will not hold the guilty accountable for their crimes. There is a sickness, a corruption that has weakened the moral integrity of our institutions of law. I cannot be a part of it any longer. I will close off my cases as ordered and give my notice.”
Ben nodded. “I’m sorry for the circumstances that led you to this decision, but I’m grateful you made it. The job is yours. I’ll contact Walter to let him know and to get the ball rolling.” He paused for a moment. “May I assume you received this cease-and-desist order from your captain in writing?”
She nodded and smiled grimly. “I have a copy to protect myself.” She sighed and shook her head sadly at the need for such things.
“Thank you, Ben. Now I must go home and prepare for Catherine’s arrival. I will tell her the news tonight. I know she’s been hoping I would take the job. This should make her happy.”
Ben smiled. “I hope you can find some joy in it as well. Please let me know if there is anything I can do to make it work better for you.”
“Thank you. Good night,” she said, and she nodded to the group as she stepped outside.
Liliya set Rose down on her feet, and the girl rushed into the living room with Christopher. Tina picked up that Ben needed to speak with Liliya, so she and Lucy carried the kids into the room to give them a moment to talk.
“I could deal with these people, much like Tatiana did to the crime families-”
“Thank you, no. I won’t use you like a weapon as the Colonel did. That life is over,” Ben insisted firmly.
Liliya nodded with a slight smile on her lips. “But you won’t let them get away with this.”
Ben shook his head and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed a number and waited as it rang.
“Ben! How are you?” Walter answered.
“I’m doing well. You?” he asked.
“Very well. We’re getting really busy with the approaching opening date,” Walter said with a smile in his voice.
“Great! Listen, two things, and the first is easy. Chanel Babineaux is leaving the police force and has accepted my offer to be the Head of Security for the Shepherd’s Foundation. Can you get the ball rolling on that?”
“That’s good news! Certainly!” Walter said happily.
“Secondly, I have a hypothetical question of legality,” Ben started.
“Oh-oh. Okay, let me have it,” Walter said cautiously.
“There was some documentation you asked Grace to create for you regarding previous owners of Fourteen Ashburn Court. A forensic accounting search for names of the previous owners.”
“Yes,” Walter acknowledged hesitantly.
“This information went to the police for their investigation. Do you still have it, and are there any legal ramifications for me to request it?” Ben asked.
“Well… you paid for the work, and I haven’t yet received a court order to seal the documents, so no. There are no legal ramifications if you request it,” Walter said.
“Send me all the documentation you have available on the previous owners, please, as soon as possible,” Ben insisted.
“As your lawyer, I should mention I recognize the name of a prominent judge in that list. What actions you take once you have the list may have legal ramifications,” Walter cautioned.
“I wouldn’t dream of doing anything with this information, but I want it. Soon.”
Walter hesitated, then sighed. “I’ll send you the files within the hour.”
“Thanks, Walter! Have a good night!” Ben hung up.
“What are you going to do with this information?” Liliya asked.
“I don’t know… yet,” Ben said quietly. “But they have to face the consequences for their actions.”
Liliya nodded. This could wait.
Ben put a smile on his face, walked to the living room entrance, and rubbed his hands together vigorously. “Did someone say something about dinner?”
Christopher and Rose cheered as Tina and Lucy smiled back at him.
Time for family now. Vengeance would come later.
-=-
Sergey Zhdankov stood before the grim faces of his senior chiefs.
“We were led to believe you would be able to deal with this issue with the engineer quickly and quietly. But you have not done this. Instead, you have cost us four assets, and the engineer continues to work for the US military,” Senior Chief Herescu noted.
“His protection was comprised of two of the finest operatives the late Colonel Vasiliev ever created, Liliya Sokolov and Tatiana Pushkin. That said, Tatiana has left his employ after attempting to kill him herself. I can only assume that Liliya prevented her from accomplishing her goal. She’s the only one who could have.”
“Where is Pushkin now?”
“She has gone to ground. Vanished without a trace. This is another skill Vasiliev taught her. However, I expect her to return to the only home she knows. Here,” Sergey said calmly.
That created a stir amongst the gathered chiefs. “Should we not increase our alert status?”
“She is not a threat to us. We give her life meaning. She now knows she cannot live in the civilian world. Vasiliev made sure of this. She needs us. We should remain vigilant for threats, but she will come willingly to us when she can do so safely,” Sergey said confidently.
“In the meantime, there has been some activity in the FBI which leads us to believe they may be about to eliminate a useful weapon from our arsenal. Before we lose the opportunity, I am recommending we call upon their little domestic terrorist cell to do our bidding once more. This will cost us nothing and may eliminate the engineer,” Sergey suggested.
“Are there no higher priority targets we could utilize them for?” Chief Bolonov suggested, sending a scornful look Sergey’s way. The man was not a fan of Vasiliev, and this disdain included his replacement.
“You have only a short time to decide,” Sergey offered as he looked around. None of the others had targets they were ready to act upon, so they remained silent.
Bolonov wasn’t finished. “The engineer is still protected by what must be the best of Vasiliev’s killers. What good will sending some amateurs after him?”
Sergey was ready for this. “Definitely, she is the best. But even she cannot defend against thirty soldiers.”
“Thirty?” Herescu gasped. “How is this being subtle?”
Sergey nodded. “Because they have no affiliation to Russia? There is no link back to us for this attack. None of our resources will be involved. It was unfortunate we lost one on the first attempt, but we learned of the effectiveness of his security team in that encounter.”
The group conferred as Sergey waited. They finally faced him once more.
“As you’ve said, this uses a resource we will soon have no access to, so there is little harm in expending it now. If you can assure us there will be no way to tie it back to activity from us, you may proceed,” Herescu asserted.
“Thank you,” Sergey said.
With a final look at Bolonov, Sergey saluted his senior officers and left the room. He had an operative to give some exciting news to. They were going to launch their American puppets into an act of domestic terror against a quiet little American suburb.
***
Ben enjoyed quiet time at home working on a few projects the General sent his way. He parked the battery project until Evelyn could find another facility willing to let them set up a lab in it. None of Davis’ projects involved weapons, so Ben felt a little more comfortable with the work.
He’d spent two weeks prototyping solutions and resolved some weight issues with their backpack contents with a new tubular design for an interior skeleton mesh. This shaved eight pounds from the typical kit and increased its durability.
The design he came up with for the honeycomb mesh metal tubing had some interesting secondary properties, which Ben thought might have application in body armor, so he and Evelyn took on a second project from the General to create a more lightweight armor plating worn by soldiers.