The hit man is on his way to kill the candidate. Can they stop him in time? Divine Fury.
April 30, 2013
A VG Serial: Divine Fury
EACH MOVEMENT REMINDED Lee that the places where his skin had been scraped away still were raw. His back and left shoulder were killing him. But whoever was calling him was damned persistent. The phone had rung for four minutes straight. Stopped for 20 seconds. Then, started up again for another three minutes and counting. The caller seemed determined to pry him out of bed.
He grimaced all the way to his desk where he sat down gingerly.
“Hello!” he shouted into the phone.
“Well. Good morning to you, too,” said Bobbie Connors cheerfully. “I heard you tried to take your bike off road. How you feelin’?”
“It hurts,” he said. “I’m up to my eyeballs in pain medication. And listen, some guy ran me off the road. It wasn’t like I had much choice in the matter. Dude actually hit the damn bike and just drove off!”
“Hmm. Wasn’t a black Chevy Blazer, was it?” said Connors.
“No. Green. Some kind of minivan,” said Lee. “I just hope I see the guy again. Believe me.”
“Anyway,” he continued. “Why exactly are you calling me? I was planning on another 24 hours of sleep, you know.”
“I’m sorry about that,” said Connors. “No really. I mean it. I am. But I got a situation here and wanted to run it by you. I thought maybe you could help me.”
“Well, okay,” said Lee. “What is it?”
“First off,” she said. “Let me just catch you up. Where do I start? Well, we’ve got an arrest coming down in Chicago. Hopefully, it will happen this afternoon.”
“The guy Wilkins brought into this?” said Lee. “The one who actually shot Truman?”
“That’s right,” said Connors. “His lawyer is walking him into Chicago police headquarters at 6 pm local time there. And, that’s all yours. I’ll make sure we don’t even announce it until tomorrow. The other media will go ape shit. But, c’est la vie. The lawyers will work out all the rest – exact charges, extradition.”
“Okay,” said Lee. “I’ll tell Lorraine. She’ll get someone to cover it. They’ll call you.”
“Right,” said Connors. “That’s the one in the hand. Then there are the two still in the bush. That’s the Terminator, quote unquote, who we are trying to find but has probably left the country. And, there is the guy with the church, Brent Daggart. Know who he is?”
“I’ve seen his name,” said Lee. “Vice president or something.”
“Executive veep of Soldiers of Christ Ministry,” said Connors. “Otherwise known as the ‘Mastermind’, the ‘Scapegoat,’ or – my term – the ‘Homophobic Sonofabitch!’”
“Oh. I see. You like this guy,” said Lee.
“I…I…I can’t even talk about him without going off,” said Connors. “Anyway, he’s gone, too. No idea where at the moment. The church threw him overboard trying to save itself. His fingerprints are all over this. So, we’re still looking for him and the Terminator. Warrants will be out, maybe tomorrow.”
“Wow. Okay,” said Lee. “And the details of the dirty tricks? Burgess’ involvement? Did Chapman’s campaign play any role?”
“We’re still digging through stuff right now,” said Connors. “I can’t tell you how many emails I’ve read in the last few days. So, it’s not real clear yet. We have to get to the bottom of it still.”
“And, here’s the big story. The one I really need some help on. Biggest for last,” she continued. “There’s a guy on his way to blow away Harper.”
“What! C’mon! What are you saying?” said Lee.
“Yeah. That’s right,” said Connors. “Daggart had this thing going. It was like he was collecting nut cases and then being their father confessor, or their Dear Abby, or whatever. These were the people crazy enough to blow up abortion clinics and such. And, we think one guy is on his way to do Harper. Unfortunately, he’s the one guy who might be able to pull it off. Ex-army. Knows guns. Knows explosives. We think he killed a security guard to get some C-4.”
“Whoa!” said Lee. “This is huge.”
“Yeah,” said Connors. “And there are two big problems. One for me and one for you. Mine is that Harper won’t take precautions. Nada. And yours is that you can’t report this.”
“C’mon! You must be kidding!” said Lee.
“No. This has to be off the record,” said Connors. “That’s what Harper wants. It’s under the theory that if you report it, you encourage copycats. At least to threaten it, if not actually try it. And, you know, it could be that being in the press would just embolden this guy, make him feel like a martyr, create this stage for him. It might make things worse.
“I don’t know about all that. What I do know is that it’s Harper’s ass on the line. If he wants it played this way, it’s his call. At least, that’s the position the department is taking for now.”
“I’m desperate, Enzo,” Connors added. “And not feeling too proud not to ask for help. You’ve been looking into these guys – the church and all that – longer than anyone. Maybe there is some other church connection here. I don’t know. If there is anything you can think of, any information, any lead to pursue…anything at all. I need to know. I need to find this son of a bitch!”
Chapters of the serial are published Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
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