Date: Sun, 2 Nov 2014 20:15:32 -0800
From: John Black <blackhunk33@gmail.com>
Subject: Switching Sides, Chapter 14

Switching Sides

Chapter 14


	We had delayed taking the dual pills that the lab tech had given to
us until after the boys had been home for 3 months and were on a
predictable schedule that had them sleeping through the night.  I wasn't
sure what kind of reaction to expect beyond the general effects that the
tech had told us.  But, what did happen was astounding and worrying at the
same time.  The astounding part was the volume of cream jetting out with
each of our climaxes.  The worrying part was how often we seemed to need to
fuck each other.  I thought the need to breed would recede after a couple
of big loads were shot.  But, it seemed to be the opposite.  The more we
fucked and bred each other, the more we wanted to repeat it.

	Persid fucked me several times while I was changing one of the
boys, but he always nutted quickly and then ate my ass out.  As soon as I
put that child down, Persid was in my ass again.  I'm not complaining, you
understand.  I loved it.  But, I wanted to breed him too.  So, when it was
his turn to change the next one, I repeated what he'd just done to me.

       The amount of dick gravy was spectacular.  When I'd shoot without
this medication, I could feel my dick jerk and spray, a short pause, and
then another spray.  With these meds, I was feeling my dick jerk, but the
spray was very close to continuous.  It was almost like I was pissing, not
nutting.  And the number of squirts was at least a dozen each time I had a
big climax.  I know Persid loved getting his ass filled.  And I wasn't
complaining about the volume of warm cream I was eating from his ass.  We
found out quickly that trying to pump two loads in a hungry ass was
overloading the space.  Leakage was unavoidable.  So, we had to eat butt
after delivering a load or dash to the bathroom.

	And there were times when we were feeding or playing with the boys
that we couldn't readily breed each other.  However, we did stand while
feeding one of the boys, so that the other daddy could suck off the daddy
doing the feeding or fuck daddy's ass.  We didn't get to nutt as often as
we wanted to, but it was enough to keep us from going crazy.

	And we did invite the lab tech over several times to take the edge
off our need to breed each other.  Our asses were starting to get a little
sore from all the action.  But, the tech loved how much and how often we
would breed him in just a few hours before the boys needed us again.  He
didn't mind at all being filled to overflowing with our baby batter.  Nor
did we!  Considering what felch maniacs we are, that shouldn't have come as
a surprise to anyone.  His eagerness developed into a standing date every
two days to satisfy our need to breed as well as his hunger to be bred.
Everyone enjoyed our time together.

	The high level of libido made sleeping a real problem.  When we'd
put the boys down for a nap or for the night, we needed to fuck and fuck
and fuck.  We couldn't get enough of each other.  As soon as one of us
would climax, the other one would mount and breed the man who just bred
him.  When the lunar cycle was over, the effects of the pills wore off
slowly.  It was another couple of weeks before our sex drive was back to
normal.  Despite the manic sex drive while taking the pills, we still loved
the effect.

	Our sons continued to grow, hitting one milestone after another.
By the end of their first month at home, they were smiling at us, making
sounds, following us with their eyes, and generally able to control their
hands and feet.  We didn't have to support their heads anymore and they
seemed to be flying sometimes when they were on their stomachs.  They were
also more than willing to tell us when we were boring them.  Their
pediatrician said they were progressing nicely, in fact, a little ahead of
where most babies were at their age.

	Feeding had become an issue.  We'd increased the amount of their
nutrition supplements, but they frequently wanted more.  Their little
tummies couldn't handle more ounces at each feeding, so the doctor
suggested a diluted rice cereal to help them feel full.  At this age, they
weren't quite ready to absorb much nutrition from the rice, but it would
probably make them happier.  It worked like a charm.  Within a day, they
were sleeping through the night.  Keeping in mind that they couldn't digest
the rice yet, we didn't change the amount of rice they got with their
liquid nutrition.  By the end of the second month, they were insisting on
the diluted rice twice a day.  We asked the doctor about it and he agreed
that twice a day would be fine.  At the end of the third month, they were
being fed their undiluted rice cereal by spoon.  They couldn't quite figure
out the whole idea of the spoon at first.  But, with the yummy rice getting
in their mouth, they were holding their mouths open like eager little birds
within a couple of days.

	Their smiles and coos increased dramatically now and they responded
to our facial expressions.  They enjoyed playing with us, but eventually
would get bored and we'd have to change the game.  They babbled and tried
to say words, but we didn't understand them.  However, they sure understood
each other, having conversations all day long.  They loved having us blow
bubbles on their little tummies and would giggle at the sensation.  They
instantly knew us and their grandparents, smiling and cooing with each
greeting.

	And they were rolling over on to their stomachs when we had them on
their backs.  It was a trial to keep them from rolling off the changing
table when they were getting changed.  When we held on to their little
hands or they hung on to our fingers, they would bounce around,
strengthening their legs.

	They continued to sleep in the same crib and babbled to each other
whenever they woke up.  Instead of crying to let us know that they wanted
to get up or get changed or get fed, they would chatter away.  When it got
loud or began to sound like a cry, we knew we were late and they'd give us
attitude.  But, that never lasted for long, as long as we did what they
needed.

	The babies got occasional visitors who always entertained them.  So
far, they didn't seem to have an aversion to strangers.  That would come
later.  They were happy little guys and we were enjoying them immensely.

	When they were about half a year old, the old king came for a visit
and while he was playing with the boys, he remarked casually, "The king had
to recall our ambassador to Faldo, either that or the ambassador would have
been told to leave.  The guy made a mess of things, being so arrogant about
how superior Aldig is to Faldo.  Now we have someone else in the post, but
he's almost as bad.  If beheadings were still legal, I think the king would
lop off the head of both of them."

	"So, is he going to recall the new guy?" I asked.

	"Probably," the old king sighed, "but the ranks are thin for
finding the right man for ambassadorial duties.  What he needs is for you
to go back," he added bluntly.

	"Me?  Why?"

	"You know the people, you know the culture, and you're a known
quantity," the old king responded.  "My son respects you and your opinions
about what technological transfers are appropriate at this stage of Faldo's
development.  I think the current and former ambassadors want to hold Faldo
back, keep them behind the rest of the planet."

	"Surely there are other's from Faldo who live here now who could
serve in that capacity," Persid suggested.

	"Perhaps, but they aren't known to the king.  He trusts you!" the
old king insisted.

	"Am I being recalled to service, then?"

	"No," the old king replied.  "You have two young children who need
their daddies full time.  That's asking too much to move your family to
Faldo at this stage of their development."

	"They're half a year old now," Persid reminded him.  "I'm sure my
parents wouldn't like to see them leave, but these boys are very happy with
everything that they do and we do for them.  My concern would be what our
duties would be and how much those duties will take us away from the boys."

	"We have a good staff there now.  You won't need to be doing much
more than social events, with occasional conferences with the First
Minister and his cabinet.  Your only other duties will be supervising the
staff, but that will be easy as you have a very capable deputy who performs
most of those duties now, anyway."

	"So, would we have a nanny available when we can't be there for the
boys?"

	"Absolutely!  Will you do it?"

       We looked at each other and shrugged.  "We need to talk about this
with each other," I suggested.

       "At least, you aren't saying no," the old king smiled.  "I'll let my
son know that you might be willing to take up ambassadorial duties again."

       "We haven't agreed yet," Persid warned.

       "I know, but given the current mess your replacements have made of
it, the king will give you anything you need or want to take the post
again.  If I were in his place, I certainly would," the old king assured
us.  "You'd be doing your country and your king a great favor by agreeing."

       "We'll talk about it," I promised.  The old king kissed the boys
goodbye and left.

	"That was sure a bolt out of the blue!" Persid remarked.

	"I didn't expect that at all.  But, our paternity leave is up in
another week, so this would be a good transition back to work," I pointed
out.  "So, it sounds like you aren't opposed to the idea."

	"My only concern is my parents.  They'll be heartbroken," Persid
sighed.

	"Perhaps, part of our agreement with the king will include frequent
visits from them to Faldo to see us and the boys," I suggested.  "Or, maybe
their work could continue there, moving them to Faldo while we assume our
new duties."

	"Let's talk to them and see what they'd be willing to do.  It would
upset their lives here, but they just might love the idea.  We know how
much they adore the kids, so that just might do the trick," Persid allowed.
"I'll call right now."

	"Don't make any promises," I warned.  "The king may not go for it."

	"From the way the old king was talking, I think he'd give us
anything we wanted to fix the mess that's been left in Faldo," Persid
grinned.  "Besides, I'll bribe my parents by convincing them that they
don't want to miss the boy's first steps."

	"Oh, you're good!" I beamed.

	Persid's parents asked a lot of questions, but were intrigued by
the idea of going to Faldo for a couple of years (or more).  I suggested
that they could be part of the ambassadorial staff, giving them diplomatic
immunity in case they did something culturally prohibited.  Being able to
watch the boys grow up convinced them that they wanted to go with us.  We
discussed what they should expect out of their new work and how it would be
different over there.  Instead of their current jobs, they might want to
consider being teachers at the highest education levels.  Intrigued as they
were, they still needed to think about it.

	We sat down after we'd put the boys to bed and asked Dora to create
a list of issues we wanted the king and his ministers and deputies to
address.  In consultation with them, we wanted our opinions on the progress
of Faldo society to be brought up to the technological and social level of
the rest of the planet to be given more weight than their opinions of
Faldo's progress.  After all, we were there.  They weren't.

	In two more days, we had our audience with the king.  He greeted us
warmly and asked us to join him for lunch.  His boyfriend joined us.  Of
course, he wanted to know if we were using his favorite sex drugs.  We told
him that we'd tried it, but it was too much for us with the boys around
demanding so much attention.  He smiled at that and suggested that in a
couple of years, they wouldn't need us as much and we could try it again.
We allowed that we loved the drug and what it did for our sex drives and
volume of nutt, so we would definitely use it again.

	After the luncheon was over, he told us about the last two
ambassadors to Faldo, not even trying to conceal his contempt for them.  "I
got reports from the deputy ambassador and a few of the attaches," he
revealed.  "They aren't my spies you understand, but they had volunteered
the information because of what they were seeing.  I was also getting some
unpleasant messages from the First Minister of Faldo and his concern about
the ambassadors.  He was most cordial about it, but the message was
abundantly clear.  The first ambassador was fired from the Foreign Ministry
and was told to retire to the countryside, never showing his face again in
the capitol.  His replacement isn't much better.  I've already recalled him
and told him he wouldn't be going back.  He's been posted to a small
country on the other side of the planet with clear notice that he's being
closely watched.  He steps out of line even once, and I'll sack him!"

	"Your father suggested that you might want us to take over the
ambassadorship in Faldo," Persid began.  "While we're honored that you
thought of us, I'm not sure we're the right choice.  We have two new sons
in our home now and our focus needs to be on them."

	"I know, I know," he responded, waving our concerns aside.  "But,
hear me out.  You were the best ambassador we could have had when you were
there.  Even though Persid was the ambassador in name, you were the
knowledge behind his brilliant five years there.  We knew you'd be a very
tough act to follow, but these career diplomats were appallingly bad for us
and our relationship with Faldo.  I can't believe they had diplomatic
credentials that didn't come out of a box of candy as a prize.  They had no
sense or sensibility.  You know the people and the culture.  We need you
back there again.  I need you back there!  I want you to take the
ambassador's post, Koldan."

	"I know you're in a spot," I began, "but we have our sons to
consider and their grandparents would be heartbroken if they couldn't see
their grandsons grow up."  I continued on with our needs and suggestions
how we could come to terms with what the king wanted that would benefit
both countries.  I also made it clear that we expected the king and his
advisers to listen to us when we said that Faldo has progressed rapidly in
certain areas and was ready for more sophisticated social and scientific
advances.

	"You can name your own staff and include Persid's parents as part
of that staff.  We'll increase your pay by 50% and appoint your parents as
cultural and scientific attaches," the king offered.  "And I promise that
we'll listen and act upon your recommendations for transfers of technology
and education.  But, you'll have to have well-reasoned positions and data
to back it up.  I'm most concerned about their social development.  Old
attitudes die hard as to who is worthy of full citizenship and rights.
Their old religion still holds a special place in the hearts of most Faldo
citizens.  You'll need to demonstrate that their culture has changed to be
more inclusive when it comes to social issues," he reiterated.

	"We are in agreement in principle," Persid said.  "We can sort out
the details with the Foreign Ministry."

	"If they give you any resistance or attitude, let me know," the
king smiled smugly.  "They'll do what I say or they'll find themselves
retrained as trash collectors.  This relationship with Faldo is very
important to me and to Aldig.  We can't afford to mess this up.  I'm
counting on you!"

	Persid and I glanced at each other.  We may be in over our heads, I
thought.  However, it can't be worse than when we got there almost seven
years ago.  When we left the palace and headed home, I said, "We need to
get this wrapped up quickly.  The first thing we do when we get to Faldo is
get an appointment with the First Minister.  We'll need to do that anyway
to present our ambassadorial credentials.  But, we need to ask for extra
time with him to discuss what's really going on there.  I also want to
speak to the Grand Patriarch.  He needs to be part of the solution, not an
obstacle.  I'll need you with me for both appointments.  I'm especially
worried about the Grand Patriarch.  I haven't kept up with the politics
over there, so I don't know who the guy is.  Hopefully, they got the
message about how their society and power structure has changed and they
won't want to return to the old ways."

	"I'll be there for moral support," Persid agreed, "but I don't know
enough about the religion to know what chicanery they might be up to."

	"Just carefully read their Pact of Equals.  That clearly states
what the role of the Patriarchs is in Faldo" I suggested.

	"How long do you think we will have to stay?" Persid wondered.

	"That's a very good question.  We should send a message to the
palace and ask it.  And we should also ask what they are doing about
training our replacement.  We can't stay there forever, and we certainly
don't want to be called back again because they keep sending incompetent
diplomats," I vowed.  "I think the king is already thinking along those
lines, but we need to make sure."

	As it turned out, the Foreign Ministry had already been told to
train a cadre of diplomats who could be future ambassadors.  Meanwhile,
he'd also sacked the Foreign Minister for posting two complete
incompetents.  He made it clear to the Foreign Minister's replacement that
he could also be fired if he demonstrated the same lack of common sense.
We heard from one of our friends who worked there that it hadn't been a
pleasant encounter with the king.  The king had also dressed down several
deputies and gave them the same warning.  The new Foreign Minister began
making changes immediately and recruited Nindore, Tokamak, and Singadore to
assist him.  He was most anxious to get our input in the few days that
remained before we left for Faldo.

	Clearly, he had taken the king's message to heart and wanted to
save his career and the reputation of the Foreign Ministry.  I told him
that our friends that he'd just hired would let us know how the training
went.  He knew we had the ear of the king in this matter, so he knew he had
to act fast and decisively.

	Persid's parents sold their home and we ended our lease with the
government for our apartment.  We let it be known that we'd be back and
would need a bigger place.  Persid's parents didn't have any issues about
buying a new home when they got back to Aldig.  They were getting a big
price for their current home and would be paid much more than their current
salaries were.  Additionally, their new domicile in Faldo was owned by
Aldig, so they wouldn't have house payments or staff to pay.  As diplomats,
they would have around the clock security at their new home in Faldo.  We
would reside at the embassy.

	With final arrangements in place, a moving company packed up most
of our belongings and put them in storage.  Nearly all of the toys and
furniture for the boys would follow us to Faldo on a ship.  While the needs
of the boys would be met with temporary items when we arrived at Faldo, we
knew that their things would arrive less than a week after we did.

	The six of us boarded an aircraft from the Aldig capitol city bound
for the Faldo capitol city.  The flight took less than an hour.  We were
greeted at the Faldo airport by two limousines for us and Persid's parents.
Our driver introduced himself as our chauffeur and bodyguard.  Persid's
parents had a similar chauffeur and bodyguard.  Both of our assigned
security personnel were well trained in protection of high value persons.
We were assured that there were no current, apparent threats to us, but we
could never be too cautious.

	Our deputy had arranged meetings with the Grand Patriarch and the
First Minister for two days hence.  That would give us time to get settled
and give the boys our full attention in their new home.  The staff at the
embassy was all over those cute, little boys.  They were spoiling them as
badly as their grandparents did, and we'd only been there a day.

	Despite our duties, we did slip away several times a day to check
up on the kids.  They loved being surprised by our unannounced visits.  The
part-time nanny was a gem.  She was so good with the lads and that gave
them a chance to interact with a woman more frequently than their
grandmother had been able to.  However, they still loved men, no matter the
circumstances.

	In the evenings, we always played with the boys and fed them.  We
tucked them in at night and were always there in the morning when they woke
up.  They were adapting to their new surroundings without any problems.
Dora and Fiona (our personal data assistants) entertained the boys as much
as the nanny did.  They loved their electronic friends.

	Our meeting with the First Minister went very well.  I hadn't known
him when I was here previously, but he seemed warm and personable.  He was
delighted to know I was originally from Faldo and knew the country well as
well as its traditions.  Persid joined in the discussion by telling the
Minister that we had the king's ear and were ready to hear of any
additional transfers of technology that he might think Faldo was ready for.
We promised that we wouldn't be as obtuse as the previous ambassadors.  We
scheduled a series of meetings with him and his deputies to consider the
current relationship between the two countries and how it could be
improved.  There would be occasions where we didn't agree, but we hoped
they would be minor ones.

	The meeting with the Grand Patriarch was cordial, but we found the
Patriarch to be cold and aloof.  Clearly, he would like to return to the
old ways with his kind controlling the country.  Persid pounced on his
nostalgia, reminding the Grand Patriarch of the provisions of the Pact of
Equals.  He didn't like being told they had overstepped their authority,
but the Grand Patriarch nodded his reluctant agreement to what Persid said.
This was going to be a difficult relationship.  I needed to find someone
internal to the Patriarchy who could tell us what was truly going on in the
religious community.  That meant a conversation with our Intelligence
Ministry.  I put Persid on that task.

	We held a reception at the embassy to let friends that we'd made on
our last assignment here that we were back.  The function went well.  The
Grand Patriarch and First Minister attended and were on their best
behavior.  But, I could tell that they didn't like each other very much.  I
would have to remember that on my next visit with the Minister.

	Our social secretary had told us that several people claiming that
they knew me when I lived in Faldo several years ago or knew us when we
served in the ambassador role a couple of years ago were asking for an
appointment with us.  I skimmed through the list and found several that I
did know.  I asked the secretary to contact them and schedule a convenient
time to meet with them.  The one I most wanted to see was Pronin.  He was
my sometimes fuck buddy before I'd left on my spy mission.  I wondered if
he still had the boyfriend who was high in the government and hadn't been
killed in one of the purges perpetrated by the Patriarchs.  Pronin had
never contacted me the first time I served as ambassador.  He may have been
waiting for the disagreeable Patriarchs to be fully out of power before he
dared show himself and his boyfriend.  I'd find out when we met, again.

	When the furniture, etc. for the boys arrived, we quickly arranged
it.  Noticing the walls and ceiling were far too boring to stimulate two
little boys, we had a muralist use bright colors and scenes from nature to
spice up the room.  The boys would stare in wonder for several minutes
before breaking their concentration.  We had another artist paint the
constellations of the sky on their ceiling that would glow in the dark.
The sky scene was the night sky on the day they were born.  It seemed to
relax them and helped with their restful sleep.

	On the first working day of the following week, Pronin showed up
for his appointment.  He had aged only slightly since I'd last seen him,
but his body had changed dramatically.  He was no longer slender and a
little out of shape.  He'd added a lot of muscle that looked delicious on
him.  His ass was sensation.  I was afraid Persid was going to drool all
over the poor man's butt.

       We took him into the residence part of the embassy for our meeting.
He was delighted to see me again and was most taken by Persid.  "You did
well, my friend," he beamed at me after introductions were made.  "Not only
did you snag an amazing husband, you're the ambassador this time around.
Well done!"

	"And we have two boys, too," I bragged.

	"I know you love to fuck and get fucked, but since when can two men
make babies together?" he asked incredulously.

	"I guess you haven't been keeping up on the news from Aldig," I
countered.  "We've been able to combine the DNA of two men to make babies
in an artificial environment."

	"You're not serious!"

	"Oh, yeah.  We are," broke in Persid.  "Would you like to meet
them?"

	"Uh, sure.  Are they with you here?"

	"We couldn't part with them," I said.  "They are probably about
ready to get up from their naps."  We walked into the nursery to witness
the boys chattering with each other.  They turned their heads and smiled
when they saw us come in.  I picked up Talig and Persid picked up Torig.

	"Wow!" Pronin exclaimed.  "They even look like both of you.  How
did they do that?"

	"Some DNA from both of us in a bottle was combined in a special
process that allows them to select certain characteristics from one person
or both," Persid said.  "They have my eyes, but Koldan's big dick!" he
laughed.

	Pronin laughed, too.  "I remember that big thing.  Delightful!"

	"You've got an even bigger one," I remarked.  "And how is your
boyfriend that you had when I left?  Are you still with him?

	"He was murdered by the Grand Patriarch," Pronin nearly snarled.
We were shocked at the bold accusation.  "I know he paid the men who killed
Raddig," he continued.  "So, he's just as guilty as they are.  I just
haven't been able to prove it, yet."

	"Did the men who did it pay for the crime?" Persid asked.

	"Yes.  They were executed several months ago.  But, the Grand
Patriarch is still laughing about it," Pronin sighed.  "He's too powerful
to go up against, so the police refused to believe me or pursue the
matter."

	"What makes you think he was behind it?" Persid wondered.

	"Raddig was summoned to the Grand Patriarch's office about 2 years
ago.  After the appointment, Raddig said the guy was totally unhinged and
wanted Raddig to resign from his government post, or he'd tell everyone
that Raddig was getting fucked daily by a big, black dick.  His
`perversion' was poisoning Faldo and it had to be stopped.  Raddig told the
Grand Patriarch to go fuck himself.  Then, the Grand Patriarch threatened
to kill him if he didn't resign.  Raddig said that the words spoken by the
Grand Patriarch mirrored exactly what happened.  Raddig was killed in a
public park with people witnessing it.  And they didn't care at all, saying
that this is what happened to perverts in government!  The killers
threatened the witnesses, too.  But, there were too many witnesses and
their testimony convicted the perpetrators.  The judge in the case made it
abundantly clear that if any harm came to these witnesses, the Patriarchs
would feel the swift justice being dealt out to these murderers.  Of
course, the Patriarchs protested their innocence and threatened the judge
with his soul's eternal damnation.  He laughed at them."

	"I don't understand why he was picking on Raddig," Persid wondered.
"Surely, he couldn't have been the only gay man in the government."

	"He was in the Justice Department where cases were investigated and
prosecuted.  They had been doing a lot of work investigating the
Patriarchs," Pronin revealed.  "He told me that the original resignations
that occurred when Faldo finally elected a real government almost seven
years ago were only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to sexual
misconduct and financial irregularities.  The current Grand Patriarch is at
least as bad as the ones before."

	"Wasn't the Grand Patriarch even interviewed?" I asked.

	"Oh, sure, in a pro forma kind of way.  The people interviewing him
were terrified of him and didn't press for any details about information
they'd already collected," Pronin sighed.  "They knew of his sexual
exploits with young boys and girls.  They also knew about skimming funds
from the coffers of the church to lavish money on himself and his friends.
But, they couldn't prove any of it.  It was all rumors, according to the
investigators."

	"Didn't he keep an appointment book or one was kept for him?  What
about banking transactions?" Persid pressed.

	"I don't know," Pronin admitted.  "And I don't have any way to find
out.  I don't know anyone who works there.  Obviously, I'm not welcome
there."

	"Let me do some checking, Pronin.  I may have a source I can tap,"
I suggested.

	"And I might have some connections that could help, too," Persid
offered.

	"Meanwhile, what are you doing with your life?" I asked.

	"Not a lot," Pronin said.  "Just my job as a cook at one of the
downtown hotels.  And my sex life is hit or miss.  I still have some
friends that I see for that, but it isn't more than sex.  There's no
connection beyond a good fuck."  He smiled, and then said.  "However, that
hot man who is obviously your security is quite a fine specimen," he
allowed.  "Does he play for our team?"

	"We're too new here to know that," I said.  "But, he would make a
great catch for someone, if he isn't already taken."

	"I shouldn't take more of your time," Pronin said, rising from his
chair.  "Let me know if you think of anything that could be helpful.
Meanwhile, I suggest that you start with the Justice Department to get all
the details of what happened to Raddig."  He smiled at the boys and left,
but not before casting an envious eye at our bodyguard.  "And if the
Justice Department should move on searching for an appointment book or bank
records, get to the judge that heard the murder case.  I'm sure he'd be
more than willing to grant search warrants."

	Persid checked our calendars to see if we had additional meetings.
We had another one at the end of the day, so we stayed in the residence and
played with the kids until it was time for us to depart.  On our way out,
we asked our body guard if he had contacts in the Justice Department who
would be willing to re-open an old case.

	"For the gentleman who just left?" he asked with a smile.

	"Yes, it was his partner who was murdered, at the direction of the
Grand Patriarch, he says," I revealed.

	"I know of this case.  Wasn't the victim, uh, Raddig?"  We nodded.
"It was quite the sensation about a year ago.  There were lots of rumors,
but no evidence was brought forward and nothing was said in court about a
conspiracy to kill the victim," he said.  "But, everyone thought it odd
that the judge would issue such a challenge to the Grand Patriarch about
the lives of the witnesses.  It was obvious to me and many others that the
rumors had to be true, but just couldn't be proved.  I always thought that
the Grand Patriarch was involved in some way.  There was also a rumor that
the decision not to pursue that side of the investigation came from the
very top of the Justice Department.  But, that may have been a crazy
conspiracy theory, rather than fact."


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