Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2015 14:39:32 -0700
From: Michael king <thewriter1@live.ca>
Subject: Lives Changed 8B

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Lives Changed 8-B
Dinner and a Trial.


	Rich "Ace" Mason had called Attorney General Adam Graham and
invited him to a dinner with the President in the residence, then had gone
and joined Bennie upstairs in the family room where the two cuddled and
quietly talked the afternoon away. Ace was just getting up to go use the
bathroom when Ben walked in. Smiling Ace just told him to hold the thought
and that he would be right back.

A mile and a half away Adam sat in his office going over case reports, and
making notes on a large yellow legal pad. The thought of dinner with the
president stuck way in the back of his mind as he reviewed the Peterson
case that had been appealed. The thought of not having to cook for himself
was an added bonus, since he hated cooking.

The drive to the White House should have taken no more than ten minutes,
but it was rush hour and traffic was stop and go. Things were a mess, but
this was a normal work night so Adam just gritted his teeth. On the drive
over Adam finally had a chance to think about why he was invited to dinner
and what it could mean for him. He was worried that maybe he had messed up
or even upset the President somehow and was about to lose his job, but then
that would have happened during normal working hours, not at a private
dinner.

	The guards at the west gate were expecting Adam when he showed up
and so with a quick check of his Id and cruiser led him to the front door
where he was met by Johnny Hawks and led up to the residence. After saying
hi to everyone and being given a coffee, Adam sat with Ace and Bennie and
the three quietly spoke until Gloria came and told them that Dinner was
about to be served. During dinner the conversation remanded natural, there
wasn't any talk of work or things of that nature.

	With dinner over Ben and Adam headed to the treaty room while
Bennie went back to finish his homework and Ace was busy talking with Dusty
in the front room. "Adam," Ben Started. "I invited you here because I have
a special appointment for you, one that will last either a few weeks or a
few months, it doesn't matter, but once this appointment is over you can
come back to you job as Attorney General, or I can make you an ambassador,
the choice will be yours."

"Well sir, I would like to continue as the Attorney General, I feel that in
this position I am making a bit of a difference. May I ask what this
special appointment is and where it will take me?" Adam asked.

"The assignment is in Naples Florida, you are going to be sitting as a
judge for a couple of cases down there, it seems as if one of the judges
had to recuse himself and that has left them short." Ben stated.

"I see, may I be so bold as to say that I am surprised that the D.A. didn't
go to another court in Florida and ask for help that is what I would have
done." Adam spoke up.

"I think the D.A down there felt that if he went that way he might not get
a fair chance when the trials started so he decided to go outside the state
for help.

"I see, so I am going to Naples to be a judge, sound like a challenge for
me."

"It will be, I can't tell you who you are presiding over, since that could
give you a biased opinion."

Laughing Adam looked at Ben before he spoke. "Sir, with all due respect, I
know what is happening down there, I know that the governor and his brother
are going on trial along with a few others, and honestly sir, I know about
the Daniels situation, but I shall endeavor to give these trials a fair and
partial hearing."

"Thank you Adam, I will have Ace phone Dylan Masters and let him know you
will be coming and to have a place set up for you."

"Thank you sir, but I would prefer to phone Dylan myself. We did go to
school together though I am surprised he went and became a D.A, he was
always hot to defend the underdog."

"Well I guess in a way he is still doing that. I will have the letter
appointing special judge ready and on my desk first thing in the morning. I
would suggest you hand over you job to your assistant until you come back."

"Thank you again sir, and I will have my end all ready by the end of the
work day tomorrow."

"That will be fine, I think hurricane Mary should be passed by then, so I
should think you might want to head down either tomorrow night or early the
following morning. I will have one of my small jets take you down."

"Again thank you sir, but I would prefer to drive, I know it is a few
hundred miles, but I doubt the trials will start until after the cleanup is
done."

"You could be right, but let me fly you down and you can get a rental. Off
the record, since it is a working move you can bill everything to your
office, if they have a problem with it then I will handle it.

"Well, since you put it that way." Adam laughed and stood. "Now if you will
excuse me sir, I have to make some calls and get packed."

"Sure and Adam I will have your flight leave at 11:00 am how does that
sound?"

"Perfect sir."

	As the president and Adam were sitting in the treaty room
discussing Adams special appointment, Malcolm Daniels and Patrick Jacobs
along with Malcolm's brothers Aaron and Zeke were sitting in a hotel room
in Orlando Florida. All four boys were dressed and just waiting for Tony
Marchand and Donnie Osborne to come and pick them up to take them to
Malcolm's rally. Malcolm's father had been flown back to Naples to be with
the boy's grandfather. Once Richard Daniels knew that his dad was going to
be okay he would continue with his campaign for being the governor of
Florida. Richard had spoken with Malcolm and the two young boys and told
them that he would be a few days behind their campaign, but he would meet
them all at home within the next two weeks. Patrick's parents had stayed
with the boys so that at least there would be some parental guidance and
someone who deal with the hotel staff when needed.

	While Patrick, Aaron and Zeke were down swimming Malcolm spent a
few hours writing and going over everything that he was going to say that

night. At lunchtime Tony got all four boys together in Malcolm suite and
then ordered lunch to be brought up for them. Ever since Jacksonville Tony
had been very protective not letting the boys go anywhere without at least
six security personnel around them. The fact that Maurice Marshall had
gotten so close to entering Malcolm's room made Tony wonder what kind of
security the hotel had. After learning the facts Tony phoned his supervisor
and had asked him if it was all right for him to book the whole floor of
any hotel that Malcolm and his family were going to be staying at, getting
the okay not just from ace but also from the president himself made Tony
feel a bit better. So when everyone was driving down to Orlando Tony called
ahead and had booked the whole top floor of the Marriott Hotel with express
orders that the top floor could only be accessed by key. When Tony made
that request the hotel clerk became very agitated, saying that he could not
do such a thing without express permission from the head office and that
there was no way that he was going to do that. It was at that point the
Tony told the hotel clerk to get the manager on the line and not to waste
anymore time. After speaking with the hotel manager and getting assurances
that the whole top floor would be locked off the metal cleaning staff would
be on the floor by the time they arrived.

	As the bus rolled down the highway Malcolm was sound asleep on the
backseat while Patrick read is Zeke and Aaron. The tour bus had just
reached the turn at Daytona beach Florida when they were stopped by a
roadblock of four black Hummers. Tony who had been sitting at the front
stood up and stepped out as soon as the door was open and walked towards
the first person he saw. The man stood about 6 foot to with a heavy
receding hairline, his suit spoke lots pointing out that he may be a
federal agent. Standing in front of the person Tony first took a look
around before reaching into his jacket and pulling out his Secret Service
identification. "Sir, I am Tony Marchand with the Secret Service I am
asking you to remove this roadblock immediately and let these cars and this
bus through." Tony spoke softly.

"Agent Marchand, I am Special Agent in charge Pruitt and I am here to
arrest one Malcolm Daniels on the charge of first-degree murder. Now I am
asking you did Mr. Daniels is on that bus." Pruitt stated arrogantly.

"Yes Mr. Daniels is on that bus and know you are not arresting him as he is
under federal and presidential protection, as for the murder charge that
has been proven to be false sense at the time Mr. Daniels was nowhere in or
around Naples Florida nor does Mr. Daniels own any sort of weapon. Now
again I am asking you to remove your vehicles and let us through or do I
have to phone your boss in Washington and my boss in Washington who will
then go to the president and that the president will call your boss and
your boss will phone you back and you Sir will be out of a job. Now what
will it be. Tony stated getting slightly angry.

"Agent Marchand I have a job to do and you are hindering it now you will
step aside and let me do my job or these men my command will put you down
now what will it be."

"I see, well I will be right back." Tony snapped as he walked away.

	Casey Watkins who had been in the last vehicle and had witnessed
the confrontation between Tony and Pruitt had called all her men together
and together they walked up to where Pruitt was standing. Casey could hear
Tony on the phone but she ignored that ordering her men to move the
vehicles and to arrest anyone that stop them Casey stood in front of Pruitt
and glared at him. Her small figure was dwarfed by Pruitt but she stood her
ground and watched as her men moved towards the Hummers. "Lieut." Pruitt
started. "If any of those men get into one of those vehicles they will be
charged with theft and if they resist I will shoot them."

"Mr. I don't know who the heck you are and I really don't give a dang, but
those vehicles will be moved one way or another do I make myself
clear. Furthermore shouldn't anyone applying then be shot by any one of
your men I will have you arrested along with the rest of your group here
for attempted murder and 12 counts of attempted kidnapping and if you think
I am bluffing just try me." Casey spoke softly though Pruitt could hear the
sharp edge of anger in her voice which made him take a step back. Casey was
about to say some more when Tony walked up.

"Mr. Pruitt, you have a side arm?" Tony asked.

"Yes I have my side arm, it is standard issue and all agent must wear when
on duty." Pruitt snapped.

"Very well, I am asking you right now move your side arm and put it on the
ground." Tony asked politely.

"Agent Marchand I will not remove my side. I am a special agent with the
FBI now stand aside and let me do my job."

"Mr. Pruitt, I just spoke with your director in Washington, he told me that
you had been suspended pending an investigation into your conduct towards
Tyrone Jackson, and his arresting of the Richardson brothers and those
involved in the conspiracy to steal funds from the state of Florida, and
other activities that they had been tied to. The director has informed me
that I am to place you under arrest and the charge right now is attempted
kidnapping."

	The agents with Mr. Pruitt stood in stunned silence as they watch
this diminutive woman place handcuffs on their boss. They're not heard what
either trooper Casey Watkins or Tony Marchand had said. As Casey was
leading Pruitt away the other FBI agents started reaching for their weapons
when they all heard a quiet voice telling them to stand still. With Pruitt
out of the way in the cars moved Tony and his group were soon in Orlando
and were booking into their suites. The first thing that Aaron and Zeke
wanted to know was in place had a swimming pool and that they could go
swimming since they really had nothing else to do. Getting an okay from
Malcolm, Zeke and Aaron along with poor state troopers were soon headed
back down to the swimming pool, while Malcolm once more went over his
campaign speech and Patrick stretched out on one of the beds watching the
news.

In Naples Florida, hurricane Mary had finally died out in the city was
getting back to normal. People were out helping clean up the streets and
going over the damages to both houses and businesses. Ian Stillwater's and
Jamie Marshall both walk out of the school only see that Ian's car had been
crushed. Seeing this Jamie started laughing, as it seemed that Ian's was
the only car to be damaged. As the two were standing there Kurt Bronson and
Sally Gomez walked up. "Jamie," Sally started. "Where are you and
Mr. Stillwater's staying?" She asked.

"Miss Gomez, I can't tell you where Marshall and I will be staying." Ian
said staying in the role of the guard.

"Oh, well I was just wondering if Jamie thank you Mr. Stillwater's would
like to come for dinner, it won't be anything fancy but it will sure be
what we've had for the past week." Sally laughed, then continued. "Kurt
will be with us and I just thought it would be something nice for Jamie."
Sally said.

"When would you like this for dinner Miss Gomez?" Ian asked.

"What tomorrow night be okay?"

"That will be fine, what time would you like is there?" Ian asked as he
looked at Jamie.

"Would six o'clock be okay for you?"

"Yes six will be fine, we'll see you then you both have a good day."

"You remember where I live don't you Jamie?" Sally asked with a slight
smile.

"Yeah I remember I'll see at six, bye guys." Jamie answered.

I see Ian and Jamie were checking into a motel, Adam Graham had flown in
and was checking in to the Bellasera hotel.

Having put his clothes away Adam sat and was going over the papers for the
trials that Dylan Masters had faxed to him. Adam finished the papers and
was going through the photo copied pages of the book that Marshall had left
behind when he ran across the initials MMJ, with the notations paid out
then the amount. The figures were large anywhere for twenty five thousand
to one hundred thousand all going to Marshall and the Richardson brothers.

After eating dinner, Dylan Masters left his family and headed over to the
hospital where he was to meet up with Liza Patterson and Sam
Johnson. Together the three were going to talk with Brady Martin and hear
what he had to say. Dylan had already talked with the U.S Marshalls and if
what Brady told them could be proven then the kid was going into witness
protection that is after he testified.

When Dylan got to the hospital everything was quiet, meeting up with Liza
and Sam the three made their way to the elevator where they were stopped by
security. "Excuse me people, but may I ask why you're here at this time of
night." The guard asked.

"We are here on business, which does not include answering questions from
you." Liza stated as she flashed her badge.

"I see well I will have to call up and let them know that you are coming
up, since you are heading to the prison ward." The guard stated haughtily.

"I don't think I am the District Attorney and should you continue to bother
us I might find some charge to hit you with. Now should anyone meet us when
we get off the elevator I will come back down and make sure you are
spending a few nights in the coldest, darkest hole I can find?"

"I see, well I have my orders to follow and they include informing the
people up there that they have visitors coming and I also have to tell them
who you are visiting."

"In this case you don't have to do either. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir."

Upstairs, the guards were sitting back relaxing, having just finished their
rounds and seeing that everyone was okay and that they had all eaten and
returned their plates and plastic forks. One guard was just taking a sip of
his coffee when Dylan and his group stepped off the elevator, spitting his
coffee out he gasped and then in anger he yelled at the three." Just who
the heck are you people?"

"I am Dylan Master the D.A and these two are with the Naples police. We are
here to see a Brady Martin."

"No one is allowed up here after six at night, no matter who you are." The
guard snapped.

"Officer, if we do not see Mr. Martin in the next three minutes, I will
have you arrested for obstruction of justice, hindering a police
investigation and anything else I can think of, now what will it be." Dylan
snapped, his temper starting to boil over with all the delays they were
facing.

When the three reached Brady's room they all realized that Brady wasn't
going to be talking to anyone. Stepping back Sam ordered the room secured
and all the cells locked down. He then ordered all the guards to be at the
front desk in five minutes. Grabbing the nearest phone he called his
captain and asked for the forensic team and more officers to take over at
the hospital.

Sam took the next ten minutes to explain why he needed them, but soon he
had the officers he would need and they would be under his and Liza's
command. As Sam was busy on the Phone, both Dylan and Liza had entered
Brady's cell and without touching anything they took a good look
around. Liza was the first to see the scribbling's on some wrinkled
papers. Reading the first page Liza smiled. "Dylan, is a deathbed
confession admissible in court?" Liza asked.

"Depends on the situation. Why?"

"Because I think we have a confession here and it looks like it was written
either yesterday or this morning, I think Brady knew he was going to die."

"Well I would have to ask the judge, but, if this is right then I can't see
him withholding it."

"Good, then when forensics get here I will have them bag and tag it, before
taking it back to the station and going over it.

On the other side of the state Malcolm had just finished his campaign
speech to a standing ovation. Tired and worn out Malcolm and his family
made their way back to their hotel rooms. Just as the boys were about to
enter the elevator a single gunshot sounded the bullet hitting the door
just above Malcolm's head. Instantly the hotel was locked down, all doors
guarded by state troopers as Tony and the rest of the secret service team
pulled everyone from the elevator and rushed them into the manager's
office. "You know Tony I am really starting to get pissed off with everyone
shooting at me or my family and friends. I thought you people were good at
this sort of stuff." Malcolm snapped.

"Malcolm we are good, but we can't predict what everyone is going to
do. The police will get whoever it is and then hopefully you will be free
to finish this campaign and get home. I know you mad, but yelling at me
won't help you."

"I know and I am sorry, I am just scared that is all."

"We all are scared, hopefully with the trials starting this week it will be
over for you and you can be a normal kid."

"Funny, after this I doubt I will ever be called normal again."

With everyone laughing at what Malcolm had said the tension had been broken
a bit, though no one could leave the office yet so relaxing was about all
they could do. Malcolm was curled up on one end of the couch with Aaron
snuggled tight to him while Patrick had Zeke snuggled tight to him. Both
boys holding on so tight that it felt like they never were going to let go.

It was about three in the morning when Casey Watkins and two other officers
came in and quietly talked with Tony, just after she left Tony woke
everyone and rushed them up to their suites. Donnie stood just inside
Malcolm's suite, as the four boys crawled into bed and fell back to sleep.

With everyone in their rooms Tony walked outside and found Casey standing
in the parking lot. "Tony I don't think Malcolm was the target. This looks
gang land to me." Casey stated as Tony walked up.

"I don't understand, how could you come to that finding so quickly?" Tony
asked.

"Because we have a victim that is a known gang member, I think the shot
that came inside was just a spray and pray shot."

"Well I hope someone has a handle on this, I want the boys out of here
first thing. Malcolm is mad as hell right now."

"Honestly Tony, I don't blame him, if it was just him, he probably wouldn't
care, but it is his family and friends that he worries about."

"I know. I have feeling Malcolm might send them home after this."

"It would be safer for the families."

"True, but Patrick won't leave Malcolm's side."

"You will have to make Patrick see that it is for his own good then, won't
you,"

"You put a lot of faith in me Watkins, faith I don't have in myself."

"That is bull Tony and you know it, you wouldn't be doing this job if you
didn't have faith in yourself, besides you have a lot of boys looking up to
you, not just as a guardian, but as a friend also. That doesn't come from
lack of faith."

"Okay enough with the sermon, just make sure the buses are ready to take
everyone to the airport."

"Airport?"

"Yes, I think I will have them fly to Miami, be quicker and safer."

"Okay, you're the boss."

Monday morning in Naples was a bedlam of rush hour traffic. It was a good
thing Adam had booked a room close to the court house and that his taxi
driver was able to find a few short cuts. Once inside Adam headed for the
Security station where he showed his letter from the President and asked
where he could find both Judges Spencer and Frost and DA Masters. The Guard
then called Masters' office and had Adam wait until someone came for
him. This was Adam's first clue that the day was going to be a hassle.

As Adam was waiting for Dylan to show up he grabbed another coffee and had
just taken his first sip when he was bumped from behind, his coffee going
all over his clean suit. Cursing to himself Adam threw the cup into the
trash and stormed back towards the security station. Getting there just as
Dylan walked up. "Hi you must be Adam Graham the special judge." Dylan said
as he stuck out his hand.

"Yes I am, nice to meet you Mr. Masters, now is there some place where I
can get changed, it seems like my day is off to a great start."

"Yes you can use your chambers, but I also need to talk with you before the
trial starts"

"Okay, but which one are we dealing with first?"

"We are dealing with Elizabeth Daniels and her charges of assault on a
minor, disturbing the peace. Mrs. Daniels is also known to shoot her mouth
off in court."

"I see, but I thought she had other charges also why aren't we dealing with
them all at once?"

"We wanted to, but her lawyer stated that he wanted two separate trials. It
is the second trial I wish to talk to you about."

"Is her lawyer going to be present, I can't do this with just you and you
know that."

"Yes I have informed Mr. Jefferies that I was going to be talking with you,
so he should be here."

"Very well then, let me change and we can have this chat, and get things
rolling, I have trials in Washington waiting for me."

Having changed and now sitting behind his temporary desk, Adam listened to
both Masters and Jefferies as they argued back and forth before he stopped
them both in their tracks. "Mr. Jefferies first off I want you to
understand that I am not into wasting a lot of time, so I am ordering you
to inform Mrs. Daniels that all charges against her will be dealt with at
one sitting. I know it is her right to have separate trials, but I am not
going to spend money foolishly. Mr. Masters I am going to adjourn this case
until such times as all witnesses are available, which mean that I want
them here by Tuesday of next week."

"Yes sir, I will contact the people and make it so." Masters said
sheepishly.

"Judge Graham, I cannot in all fairness let Mrs. Daniels deal with
everything at once, but I will inform her of your decision." Jefferies
huffed.

"Mr. Jefferies how many times has this case been delayed?" Adam asked.

"I think three times so far, well four now, but that was because we weren't
ready."

"Well you have a week to get ready for all her charges. I will not adjourn
her cases again. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes your Honor.

"Mr. Jefferies you are free to leave, Mr. Masters I need a word with you on
other matters."

"Yes sir." Dylan said with a slight smile.

Once Jefferies had left Adam turned to Dylan and gave out a hearty
chuckle. "Sorry, that guy is a fool. Now how do you stand on the Richardson
cases?"

"Sir I have a very strong case, though I am worried that their lawyer is
going to force us to bring in the actual book that one witness found and
read. That book is locked up in Washington with the Secret Service."

"You mean that Rich Mason has the book?"

"I guess so, I don't know who Tony gave it too, all I know is that he sent
it there to keep it safe."

"Well I will call Mason, but only if I need the book. Were there any
photocopies made?"

"Yes sir, and I personally sent Greg Walkerton copies of it all, so he
can't say he doesn't have them."

Okay, when does the trial for the men start?"

"This afternoon, but we can now bring it up to this morning since we have
put Daniels off."

"Do it, and Let Mr. Walkerton know that I will not accept delays?"

"Yes sir, I will be more than happy to let him know that." Dylan said with
a laugh as he left Adam standing in his office.

	Malcolm and his group had just left Orlando and were on the highway
heading down to Miami. The boys were all curled up, Zeke and Aaron were
sleeping as Malcolm, stared out the window at the passing scenery, his mind
miles away. Patrick was lost in a new book he had found and was enjoying
the story, he just couldn't put the book down, the author had him spell
bound.

	Having just finished a chapter Patrick swore, then looking up he
saw Tony and Donnie staring at him. "What the girl turned on the guy."
Patrick said blushing.

"A good book is it?' Donnie asked with a chuckle.

"Uh huh, this guy keeps you wanting more, maybe when I am done you can read
it."

"I read it last night, while, you guys were sleeping, and I said it worse
about her than you did, but enjoy it and try not to curse anymore."

"Okay, I'll try, but I bet you swore more than I did."

"Yes I did, then also I am older."

"Yup, you're almost as ancient as Tony here." Patrick laughed.

	Tony was going to respond when his phone chirped and stopped all
bantering. "Marchand."

"Tony, this is Dylan Master, Naples DA, I have to inform you that Judge
Graham has ordered all witnesses to the Elizabeth Daniels case be in court
next Tuesday, no more delays or excuses." Dylan stated.

"Does the Judge know that two of the witnesses are under protection?"

"Yes and he knows who they are."

"Well we should be home by then. I know Malcolm is going to need a few days
to relax, so do you think you can hold off with putting either of the boys
on the stand for a couple days?"

"I can try, but Mr. Jefferies might fight my asking."

"Well do what you can, if not then we'll be there on Tuesday."

	Hanging up, Tony turned in his seat and looked at Malcolm. "How
does he do it?" Tony thought to himself. "That boy must be going through
hell. He's a lot like you were Andy, So strong and kind." The thought of
his son made Tony really stop to think. As he sat in his bus seat he
remembered the call from his boss telling him that his son was dead. Tears
filled Tony's eyes as he thought of his son. Looking out the window, Tony
didn't see Aaron come up and sit beside him. "Mr. Tony why you crying?"
Aaron asked in a quiet voice.

 	Picking Aaron up and sitting him in his lap, Tony smiled. "I was
just remembering my son." Tony answered in a whisper.

"How come you don't see him?"

"He's with the Angels now Aaron. He would have been Malcolm's age now."

"Why did the angels take him away, you're a good man."

"I don't know why they took him, but he is with them and watching over all
of us."

"Okay, I sorry." Aaron said as he Snuggled closer to Tony and soon fell
asleep.

	The Naples courtroom was packed when Judge Graham walked in. Once
seated he looked out over the crowd before he looked at the two tables
before him. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I will not tolerate any outbursts from
the crowd nor from the defence, if you can't be quiet I shall have you
removed. Now are all people here?" Adam asked in a loud voice.

"Mr. Masters for the State." Dylan stood and stated.

"Greg Walkerton for the Defence, your Honor we ask that the charges against
my client be dismissed on grounds of lack of evidence." Walkerton asked.

"Mr. Walkerton, I do not think that the state would continue with said
charges if they didn't have the evidence. Your request is denied." Adam
stated firmly.

"Yes your honor." Walkerton said as he sat.

"Mr. Masters please state your case."

"Yes your honor. Sir what we have here is a case of pure and simple theft?"
For over an hour Dylan stood and spoke outlining the state's case.

"Mr. Walkerton, do you want to open now or wait till the state rests?" Adam
asked.

"We'll wait your honor." Walkerton answered without rising.

"Very well, Mr. Masters call your first witness."

"Yes sir, as my first witness I call Tyrone Jackson." Dylan called out.

"Sheriff bringing Tyrone Jackson." Judge Graham called out.

As Tyrone was walking down to the stand Dylan managed to notice that Jamie
was sitting out in the foyer, with him was Ian Stillwaters and the two were
quietly talking. Dylan also noticed the Sheriff looking around at the
people, seemingly nervous andout of place. Once sworn in and seated Dylan
stood and walked to the front of his table. "Mr. Jackson, who do you work
for?"

"I am with the FBI." Tyrone answer clearly.

"How long have you been with them?"

"Three years, prior to being sent down here."

"Why were you sent here?"

"I was assigned to look into an embezzlement case."

"And how long have you been working on this case?"

"Another three years. I went undercover as an employee of the school
board."

For the rest of the morning Dylan questioned Tyrone, then the Judge broke
for lunch. Dylan was still seated at his table when he noticed the sheriff
talking to a couple of men that had been sitting in the back of the room
all morning. Leaving the court house Dylan was going down the steps when he
heard what sounded like a gun shot coming from his right. Racing down to
the side walk, he was pushed aside as Jamie Marshall ran past. going to
where he thought he had heard the shot come from, Dylan saw Ian layingon
the ground. Racing up Dylan knelt and saw taht Ian was still alive quickly
called 9-1-1. "Ian, stay with us man." Dylan called out.

"I'm trying to, did Jamie get away?"

"He ran past me, is he the one that shot you?"

	  "No, I told him to run."

"Well he did that. Now relax the ambulance is on it's way, can you tell me
who shot you?"

"One of the sheriffs' he had some others with him."

"Okay, I know who it was then, but I can't do anything right now."

"Do what you have to, but Jamie must be protected, he knows a lot."

"When we find him I promise you he will be protected."

"Thank you." Ian whispers then passed out.

Jamie had seen the three men walking towards them and froze, his muscle
tense as he watched one man as he reached under his jacket. Ian seeing
Jamie frozen turned to look back and as the man pulled his gun out, Ian had
just enough time to yell at Jamie. "Run Jamie, don't stop."

Jamie started to turn just as the man pulled the trigger, seeing Ian
falling Jamie started running, pushing people aside as he raced down the
sidewalk. Tears filled Jamie's eyes and he had a hard time seeing where he
was going, but he didn't stop till he felt a hand on his arm and a calm
voice calling out to him.