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LIVES CHANGED CHAPTER 7-A
Early Tuesday morning, the slamming of a cell door awakened Elizabeth Daniels. The harsh glare of the overhead lights blinded her for a moment as she slowly sat up. It was mealtime for the inmates and Elizabeth knew that it was going to be her only food until dinner at five. Today she had to be in court and she was prepared for it, although she knew she wouldn't likely be getting out of jail unless that dimwit lawyer she had had come up with some sort of defense for her.
Breakfast over, Elizabeth was handcuffed and shackled, led out to the Marshal's car and placed into the back seat. The drive was short, but it felt good to be able to look out a window and see people and trees, something that Elizabeth hadn't been able to do for the last month.
In her holding cell at the courthouse, Elizabeth paced the floor, constantly rubbing her hands together. Why she was so nervous she didn't know, but she was. Trying to relax, Elizabeth kept telling herself that this was just a minor offense and she would likely get probation, and maybe a fine. She had been in the cell for just over an hour when U.S Marshal Tina Hernandez came walking up. "Daniels, it's time. Get yourself over here," Hernandez ordered.
"Where's my damn lawyer?" Elizabeth spat. "I haven't had a chance to talk with him yet."
"He's waiting in the courtroom for you. Now move it; the judge doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"Too bad, I'll take my sweet time, if you don't mind."
"I do mind! You're not the only one I have to deal with today, so don't piss me off."
Judge Olivia Frost wasn't a woman you wanted to be on the wrong side of. Many who stood before her had felt her wrath when they failed to follow proper court procedures or were lacking in evidence. Today, Judge Frost was feeling more than a little irate. She had already dealt with three other cases, two of which she had remanded the person into custody and the third had given a $200,000 bail. She now had to deal with not only another child abuse case, but one that involved perjury and disturbing the peace as well. When Elizabeth Daniels was brought into the courtroom the judge looked up from reading her file and frowned.
"Mrs. Daniels, I see here that you have a habit of shooting-off your mouth. I will warn you right now: I will not tolerate such behavior and the first time you do it I will have you gagged. Do we understand each other?"
"Yes, Your Honor," Elizabeth answered with disdain in her voice.
"Good. Now let's get started. Mr. Edwards, please state what you have."
"Your Honor, I have been asked to seek your permission for the Attorney General to speak before the court," Mr. Edwards stated.
"Very well, Mr. Chatham, please come forward," the Judge ordered.
"Good morning, Judge Frost. I am sorry for interrupting these proceedings, but I feel that I must." Turning to the prosecution table her continued, "Mr. Edwards, I am hereby ordering you to turn over this case to District Attorney Dylan Masters. You are hereby suspended from the practice of law until such time as the Florida Bar Association has investigated and dealt with alleged unethical conduct on your part. Please leave the courtroom," Chatham announced, then turned back to face the judge. "Again, Your Honor, I apologize that this could not occur earlier and outside of court.
"Mr. Masters. Are you ready to proceed on these charges?" the judge asked.
"We are, Your Honor, and we are adding more charges against Mrs. Daniels at this time, also."
"What?" Elizabeth screeched.
"Your Honor, in addition to the child abuse, perjury and disturbing the peace charges already on file, we are adding three counts of conspiracy to commit murder against her own son, and one count of conspiracy to commit the murder of her brother-in-law, Marcus Daniels. Further, we are also charging Elizabeth Daniels with two counts of conspiracy to commit grand theft, one count of which was against her own son and one count which was against the state of Florida," Masters spoke up.
"Mrs. Daniels, how do you plead to the charges that have been brought against you?" Judge Frost asked.
Knowing that she was likely to lose anyways, Elizabeth glared at her lawyer, Mr. Jeffries. "I want a deal. Make it happen," she hissed.
"Your Honor, Mr. Jefferies for the defendant. At this time we wish to delay our plea until I have had a chance to speak with Mr. Masters," Jefferies advised the court.
"Very well. Mrs. Daniels, you will remain in custody until your next appearance, which will be next Tuesday morning at 9:00 o'clock. Case adjourned," the judge agreed as she pounded down her gavel.
As Elizabeth was taken back in her holding cell, Jordan Martin was being led into the Juvenile Court. Judge Spencer was sitting behind the bench when Jordan was brought in and, looking up, he gave a slight smile.
"Your Honor, Emilio Ortega for the State."
"Mr. Thomas, for the defendant, Your Honor," Thomas stood and announced.
"Mr. Ortega, state your case," Judge Spencer ordered.
"Yes, Your Honor. The State is charging Jordan Martin with three counts of assault and one count of perjury. The assault happened within the school that he attended at the time," Ortega stated.
"Mr. Martin, how do you plead to these charges?" the judge asked.
"Your Honor, I plead guilty. I know my lawyer is supposed to be the one to talk, but he wants to put this off for a while, but I want it over with," Jordan spoke up.
"Mr. Ortega, what is the state recommending."
"Well, Your Honor we weren't expecting this, but if Mr. Martin is willing to accept the responsibility for his actions then I would recommend probation until he is eighteen, plus 150 hours of community service."
"Mr. Martin, several months ago you came into this very courtroom suing a young man for defending himself. Now you stand here and admit that you took part in the abuse and bullying. I don't know whether I believe your sincerity or not, but I am willing to give you a chance. Therefore, I sentence you to 300 hours of community services with status reports to me every two weeks until such time as you have completed the hours. I am also sentencing you to probation until you are eighteen. If at any time you are brought back before this or any other court, you will be remanded to jail until such time as you turn twenty-one. Do you understand?" Judge Spencer asked.
"Yes, Your Honor, I understand, and I accept your ruling."
"Case dismissed. You can get your paperwork at the front desk."
When Jordan heard the gavel drop he turned to his lawyer. "Mr. Thomas, how soon until I'm released?" Jordan asked.
"Well, Jordan, it will take about an hour to get the paperwork, so I would say ninety minutes," Mr. Thomas replied.
"Good, I have some things I need to do and they can't wait," Jordan said with a smile.
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Over at the hospital, Brady Martin's condition was improving. The doctors removed the breathing tube the previous evening and now Brady was able to speak, though his words sounded harsh and grated. The doctors assured him that his voice would get back to normal within a few days. The guard, overhearing this, called over to the Naples PD.
"Naples Police dispatch, how may I direct your call?" the dispatcher asked.
"May I speak with Lieutenant Liza Patterson please?" the guard answered.
"One moment, sir."
"Patterson here, how can I help you?" Liza answered after the first ring of her phone.
"Lieutenant Patterson, this is Lei Toshido, one of the people you have guarding Brady Martin."
"Yes, Mr. Toshido, have there been any changes?"
"Yes, Lieutenant, they have removed his breathing tube and he has started talking. Also, his cousin, Jordan Martin, has been in a few times to see him, and I don't know what is happening, but Brady seems very agitated after these visits."
"Do you think Brady will talk with the police?"
"I'm not sure."
Very well. I have a bit of paper work here to finish then I will personally come over and speak with him."
"What should I do if his cousin shows up?"
"Nothing. I gave Jordan Martin permission to see Brady, but maybe you could try to catch something of what is being said or done."
"I think I know what you are looking for. I'll see what I can do."
"Thank-you, Mr. Toshido."
When Jordan walked out of the Naples police station, he had a huge smile on his face. "Dumb idiots! Lawyers and judges are so gullible and that damn ADA — I bet he was crapping his pants, when I plead guilty like that. Oh well, time to see how Brady's doing and warn him again not to talk," Jordan thought to himself as he walked down the street to the nearest bus stop.
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Dylan Masters had his hands full. He had to try and convict six people on embezzlement charges, three on conspiracy to commit murder, and a fourth—if they ever found the bastard. He was going over the files in the courtroom waiting for the break to end when his friend Thomas Chatham walked over.
"How does it look, Dylan?" Thomas asked.
"Like crap. I know we have Agent Jackson on record as a witness for the state, but we need more than just him. Sure, everything in his files is evidence, but where is another witness?" Dylan said in a tense whisper.
"I don't know. I do know you need someone to back up what Jackson will say, or this whole thing could go south on you."
"I know. I'm going to have move for a continuance."
"If you do that, they could all get out on bail and there is a great risk that they could flee the country."
"I agree, but what else can I do? I could ask for the surrender of their passports and electronic monitoring, but then their lawyers would argue that I am just over-reacting."
"Well, do the best you can. I really don't think you have too much to worry about, you have Judge Frost on your side," Thomas laughed.
"That is a nasty thought, Thomas. Maybe I should set you and Frost up on a blind date. When I get done here let me buy you lunch, I have something to tell you."
"Sure, I can always go for a free meal."
"Let's meet at that little restaurant just down the street from here, I hear they have great soups."
I'll see you there. Now get to work."
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The Daniels and Jacobs families were enjoying their time on the campaign bus. Patrick, with Aaron on his lap and Zeke sitting beside him, was busy watching a movie, while Malcolm and his dad were trying to write out their speeches for their first campaign rally. Though the drive from Naples to Tampa was just over two hours, it seemed as if it was taking forever. Robert Jacobs, Jr. and his sisters were sitting up front playing video games and Emily and Robert, Sr. were quietly talking in the back. "Hey, Dad," Malcolm called out, "Did we bring anything to drink?"
"I don't think we did. Remind me to get a cooler in Tampa and fill it with juice for everyone," Richard answered.
"Okay. How are you doing on your first attempt at speechwriting?"
"It's a lot harder than I thought it would be, but I will manage."
"Well, if you need help, ask Aaron to write it for you," Malcolm laughed.
"He probably could write one better than his oldest brother," Richard shot back.
"Ouch, shot to the core."
"That will teach you to try to outsmart me."
"That's not hard to do; you're old and feeble."
"I'll old and feeble you when the bus stops, young man," Richard laughed as he gently swatted the back of Malcolm's head.
Tony Marchand and Donnie Osbourne were in the lead vehicle. Donnie was driving and concentrating on the traffic around him, so he failed to notice Tony's worried expression. "Donnie, we are going to need more than the eight men we have. It would be different if it was just Malcolm and his dad, but we have two families here and both are targets."
"So what are you going to do?" Donnie asked.
"The only thing I can do is call the Florida Highway Patrol and see if they can give us some help."
"You will need them for all the planned stops, not just in Tampa."
"I know, but will the state let us have the officers we'll need? That's what has me worried, plus the fact we don't know if we can even trust them."
"After the fiasco with the Naples Police, I wouldn't know. The one thing you have to do is call them and find out."
"I'll do that, but first I think I will give Ace a call and see what he thinks."
Tony had just grabbed his phone to make his call when Donnie's voice stopped him. "What the hell?" Donnie screamed as he watched the bus behind him veer hard to the right and slam into a light standard and tree, buckling the front of the bus and breaking some of the windows. The front door crumpled in on itself. For Malcolm and the families on board the jarring slam shook them and little Aaron who was still on Patrick's knee hit the back of the seat in front of him causing his nose to bleed. "What the hell just happened?" Tony screamed as he and Donnie ran back towards the bus, where the other agents were standing and holding back the onlookers.
"I don't know, sir," Agent Fairweather started, "I heard a loud bang and the next thing I knew was the bus was careening over the road and slammed into the light pole and tree."
"Have you tried to check on the passengers? Are any of them hurt?" Donnie asked as he tried to open the door.
"No, we just started keeping the people away," Godson spoke up.
"Agent Godson what is, and has always been, our first priority?" Tony snapped
"The protection of the innocent, and in this case that is the people on the bus." That stopped Tony short. He knew Godson was right, but those boys on the bus were his main concern. "You're right, and I apologize for doubting you. Now call the Florida Highway Patrol and have them send out at least a dozen troopers and see if they can bring a new bus with them. If they give you hassles refer them to me and I will deal with it."
"Yes, sir. I hope the families are all right."
"So do I," Tony whispered as he walked over to the crumpled bus. Tony was about to call out when one of the side windows came flying out and down, crashing a few feet from where he stood.
"Agent Marchand, are you out there?" Richard called out.
"Yes, Mr. Daniels, I'm here. Just wait and we will have you out in a few minutes. Is anyone hurt?" Tony called back.
"Just a bloody nose for Aaron and some rattled nerves."
"Does Aaron need medical attention?" Donnie asked.
"No, we have it under control.
"Daddy, how's Midnight? He don't like the bus," Aaron asked around the cloth that he held against his nose.
"Midnight is fine; he's just a little scared, like you are," Richard answered.
"I not scared; I'm a big boy."
"That you are, Aaron. Now what do you say we get you off this bus and onto the ground?" Robert Sr. asked as he walked up.
"How?" Aaron asked.
I will hand you out the window to agent Marchand and he will help you down, then we will do it with you brothers and Patrick."
"Okies, but don't dwop me."
"I would never do that to you," Robert Sr. said.
"Agent Marchand, I am going to hand the children out to you, can you get them?" Richard asked.
"Yes, just take it slow and I will catch them," Tony called back.
While Tony's help to get everyone out of the bus, Godson called the Florida Highway Patrol headquarters.
"Florida Highway Patrol, How may I help you?" the dispatcher asked.
"This is Special Agent Brian Godson of the Secret Service. I need at least twelve of your Officers to assist in a bus accident just off the highway leading into Tampa."
"Sir, we deal with accidents. I will dispatch one of the Highway Patrol Officers to you," the dispatcher stated flatly.
"Officer, maybe I didn't make myself clear, I not am asking for one the Highway Patrol Officer, I am asking for twelve of your officers and I want them dispatched right now," Godson snapped.
"Please hold, Agent Godson."
"This is Superintendent Iverson. What seems to be the problem Agent Godson?"
"Sir, I am requesting a dozen of your officers to help with a bus accident and the protection of the passengers. Your dispatcher thinks I am blowing smoke. Now may I have them or should I call my boss over, who will in turn call his boss and that will lead right back to your desk?" Godson spoke, holding back his temper.
"Agent Godson, would you care to tell me who these passengers are and why they are so important?" Iverson asked.
"Sir, they are the Daniels and Jacobs families and they are under the protection of the Secret Service, by orders from the White House."
"That wouldn't be Malcolm Daniels would it?"
"Yes, sir, it would be."
"How long are you going to need these officers?"
"Honestly, sir, for about three weeks."
"WHAT? You think I am going to give up a dozen officers to the Secret Service for three weeks? You must be bloody crazy," Iverson yelled into the phone.
"I assure you, sir, that I am not bloody crazy. I however shall pass you on to my supervisor who will talk to you." Brian stated as he walked over to where Tony was standing. "Sir, would you kindly talk to this jackass?" Brian asked as he handed his phone over.
"Okay, to whom am I speaking?" Tony asked Brian.
"His name is Iverson, he is the State Police Superintendent."
"Okay, you help Donnie and keep the families together. Oh, and make sure that Aaron's pup gets out also."
"Yes, sir."
"Superintendent Iverson, this is Special Agent Tony Marchand. Am I to understand that you are refusing to honor a Secret Service request to send your officers out to this accident scene and to stay with these people for the next three weeks?" Tony asked.
"I didn't say that they would not be sent to the accident scene, I just don't think they are needed for three weeks for some upstart smart-mouthed kid."
"Very well then. You better put on your iron britches because you'll soon be getting a phone call from my superior in Washington."
"And who just might your superior be that I should be worried about?"
"He's the Assistant Special Agent in Charge of the Presidential Security Detail." Tony said as he closed the phone and handed it back to Brian.
Taking out his own phone, Tony hit the one-touch number for Ace. As it was ringing, Tony stepped away from the group. "Mason here, what's up Tony?" Ace answered after seeing whom it was on Caller ID.
"Ace, we have a problem. Is there a chance you could let me talk with the President?"
"I'm pretty sure we can do that, but what is the problem?"
"Well, the bus that was carrying the Jacobs and Daniels families has been in an accident. When we called for the state troopers, both Agent Godson and I were rebuffed by the Superintendent, and on top of that he actually called Malcolm an upstart smart-mouthed kid."
"So, why do you need to speak with the President?"
"Well, I told Superintendent Iverson—that's the man's name, by the way—that he would be getting a call from my boss. But I was thinking; I know that many of the people in Washington like Malcolm and the President and his family are among the most admiring. So, my thought was to have the President call and give the guy the butt chewing he deserves."
"Damn it, Tony, what is it with you? You are starting to sound like Malcolm is more than just a protection job. Hold on a second, Tony, I am at the President's reception desk."
"Yes, sir."
"Frank, is it possible to speak with the President for a few minutes?' Ace asked Frank Harris, Ben's personal secretary.
"Let me check, Agent Mason."
"Thank-you."
"Agent Mason, you may go in," Frank said as he hung up his phone.
"Thank-you, Frank. Tony are you still there?" Ace asked into his phone.
"Yes, Ace."
"Good, we have a few minutes, but that is all."
"Ace, I wouldn't do this if I thought just using the President's name would work, But this guy is really full of himself."
"I'm glad you didn't do it that way. By the way, was anyone hurt?"
"Nothing too bad. Aaron got himself a bloody nose, but that is all."
"Do you think this was another attempt on Malcolm's life?"
"Hard to say right now, but I doubt it."
"Good. Okay, state what you just told me so that the President can hear it."
"Sir, we were just about to enter the turnoff leading into Tampa, Florida when the bus started careening over the road and then hit a light pole and tree. No one was hurt, other than Aaron getting a bloody nose. When Agent Godson called the Florida Highway Patrol dispatch, he was told that they would send out one Officer to the accident. When Godson spoke with the superintendent, he was called bloody crazy. When I spoke with the same superintendent, I was told that there was no way that he would assign a dozen officers to help with the protection of these families. He went so far as to call Malcolm an upstart smart-mouthed kid. Honestly, sir, I think if he could have gotten away with it he would have called Malcolm a few other names as well," Tony told the President.
"So, why bring this to my office?" Ben asked.
"Sir, I know how much you like and admire Malcolm. In fact, sir, when I was told I was going to be doing this job, I almost refused. Now, sir, I would give my life for that young man. Mr. President, Malcolm Daniels is like the son I lost a few years back. I know I might be getting too emotionally attached to this duty, but I want Malcolm to have a better chance than my son did."
"Agent Marchand, I promise you that within the next ten minutes you will have your Florida highway Patrol and I guarantee you that they will follow your orders or they will be standing before me personally," Ben said as calmly as he could.
"Sir, I am sorry for bringing this to your office," Tony said.
"Nonsense. If you hadn't, I know that Agent Mason would have. Besides, this gives me something to do other than read papers and sign things," Ben laughed.
"Well, again I thank-you, sir, and you also, Agent Mason."
"That's what I'm here for, Tony," Ace said as he headed back out of Ben's office. "Tony, is there any word on the fire at the Jacobs home?" Ace asked when he was outside and away from everyone.
"Nothing yet, but I doubt that we will hear anything for a while. I left Agent Real back at the Daniels home with the grandfather, and don't worry, I have a friend on the Naples police force also keeping his eyes open," Tony replied.
"Okay, but I still want the report as soon as it's done."
"I told the fire Marshall that and he said he would fax it to you."
Good. Now go look after those boys."
The call ended, Tony walked back over to where the two families were sitting. Aaron was still holding the cloth to his nose and Midnight was lying at his feet. Tony walked over. "Aaron, are you okay, buddy?" Tony asked.
"Uh huh, but my nose hurts," Aaron mumbled.
"We'll have it looked at very soon, okay?" Tony asked as he ruffled Aaron's hair.
Getting just a nod from Aaron, Tony walked over to where agents Brian Godson and Lloyd Fairweather stood and started talking with them.
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In the Oval Office, Ben Jacobs sat for a minute after listening to what agents Marchand and Mason had told him, and he was fuming inside. Grabbing his phone, he called the Florida Highway Patrol. "Good afternoon, Florida Highway Patrol headquarters. How may I direct your call?" a young female voice answered.
"This is President Ben Jacobs. I would like to speak with Superintendent Iverson, please?"
"One moment, please."
"Superintendent Iverson here, what can I do for you?"
"Mr. Iverson, this is President Ben Jacobs. I wish to know why it is that you refused to offer the assistance requested by some of my agents."
"I never said I would refuse, just that he couldn't have them for three weeks on protection duty."
"I see, so the Highway Patrol no longer protects those who are running for governor."
"Now see here. We take our job very seriously. I was asked for men to protect the Daniels and Jacobs families. I wasn't told anything about anyone there running for the governor's seat. I am not sending men out to protect some spoiled little brat."
"It doesn't matter to me what you were told. You were asked to assist Secret Service agents and you refused. You also told my agent that you would not send out officers to help some upstart, smart-mouthed kid. Mr. Iverson, I am telling you to send out those officers right now. Further, they are to stay with the families until I say differently. Do I make myself clear?" Ben snapped. "Furthermore I shall be talking with the lieutenant Governor and advising him of your actions."
"Yes, sir, I will get them out there right away," Iverson whimpered.
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Maurice Marshall knew that the police were looking for him. Ever since he left Naples, Maurice had been hiding in small towns along the coast, using a different name in each one. He had been following Malcolm's progress through the news, so when he heard that Malcolm was going to be running for the Commissioner of Education, Maurice knew he had to do something to stop him. He had tried contacting his adopted son, Jamie, but the phone had been disconnected, so he went back and drove by his old house. It was vacant. It didn't seem to faze him. Maurice needed to know where Malcolm was going to be; he needed to get rid of the kid before Malcolm got elected. It was just by luck that Maurice caught the morning news and that Amelia Jenkins had let slip that Malcolm and his dad would be in Tampa, Florida for a rally that evening. Maurice was living in Tampa at the time so he knew that the convention center would be where the rally would be held and Maurice also knew that it would be televised, with coverage starting at 6 PM.
Racing back to Tampa, Maurice raced to the Convention Center and was able to secure a ticket for the middle seat in the front row, right in front of where Malcolm would be standing. "A perfect place to try and get rid of the kid," Maurice thought to himself.
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As Maurice was getting himself ready for the rally, Sylvia Rogers (Malcolm and Patrick's English teacher), was sitting in a hotel room, also waiting for the rally. She had used her influence as Malcolm's teacher and connections to the local and state school boards to be asked to host the first rally. Sylvia put on a great show of gratitude and acceptance, when in truth it was because it was her chance to ruin Malcolm's chance at the Commissioner of Education position.
Earlier that morning, Sylvia went to a salon and had her hair dyed a golden blonde. Now she was sitting in her room going through the little purse that she would be taking with her. Inside was her makeup and personal ID, but she also had her husband's little .38 police special. Sylvia had learned to load and fire the thing when she first met Donald Rogers and now she was going to use it. Making sure it was loaded, Sylvia put it back in her handbag and then called down for an early dinner knowing that she had to be at the convention center before everyone else started to show.
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Back at the accident scene, Tony was talking with Godson and Fairweather. Malcolm stood up and was walking around looking at the mess the bus was in when he saw a group of cars with lights flashing racing up the ramp towards him. He immediately headed back to the group and sat down beside Aaron.
"How's Midnight, bro?"
"He's okay," Aaron answered. "Why did the bus do that, Malcolm?"
"I don't know, buddy. It was just an accident and we are all okay. That is what matters."
"Uh huh, I'm glad you're my big brother."
"I'm glad both you and Zeke are my brothers..." Malcolm started to say when he was interrupted.
"Excuse me, young man, but where can I find Agent Marchand?" a female trooper asked.
"He's over there with those two other men," Malcolm pointed.
"Is the young man okay?" she asked just before turning to walk away.
"Yes, he's fine, officer. He just got a bloody nose."
"Good. I will be right back."
Walking over to the group of men Malcolm had pointed out, the trooper stopped and waited for a minute. "Excuse me," she finally said, "Which one of you is Agent Marchand?"
"I am. What can I do for you, Lieutenant?" Tony asked as he introduced himself.
"We were ordered out here to help with an accident scene and to help protect two families. I am Lieutenant Casey Watkins. I'm in charge here."
"You mean you were in charge. Until the families are in their hotel rooms and you have been briefed on your duties, I am in charge. If I am not available you will ask for Agent Donnie Osbourne, my second in command. Is that understandable Lieutenant?" Tony stated without preamble.
"Yes, sir. Now, what is it that we have to do?" Watkins asked.
"First, we need to get these families out of here, then we need to get another bus. After that, you and your officers will be protecting Richard Daniels and the Jacobs family. If Patrick Jacobs is going to be with Malcolm Daniels, I will let you know and then Patrick will be under the protection of the Secret Service."
"Very good, sir. I'll see if we can get a van brought out. Do you know which hotel the families are staying at?"
"Yes, they are registered at the Tampa Marriot Hotel and Marina."
"That's great because they have shuttle vans. I can call and have then send out three, it should take about twenty minutes."
"We need something sooner than that. What we can do it use our vehicles. I think that between our two Secret Service cars and maybe five of your vehicles we can get them to the hotel faster. Their bags can be brought over after they are in their rooms."
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In Naples, the courthouse was suddenly abuzz with voices talking softly as a tall white-haired gentleman walked in off the street. Greg Walkerton was one of the most successful, and expensive, trial lawyers in the state of Florida. To hire Walkerton one first had to put up a $50,000 retainer, then his time was billed at $2,500 an hour.
Walkerton walked into the courtroom and went right up to the front and sat at the defendants table. Looking towards the prosecution's side he saw that his opponent was Dylan Masters. To Walkerton, Masters was just a gung-ho DA, but that was good because he would eat the young DA for breakfast. Walkerton was so lost in thought that he failed to hear the bailiff call the court to order. "Hear ye, hear ye, the County Court of Naples is now in session, the right Honorable Judge Olivia Frost presiding." Once everyone was seated again the judge glanced around the courtroom and intoned, "Bailiff, call the next case."
"Docket number, 1384490, the state of Florida versus Eric Richardson, David Richardson, Elizabeth Daniels and three other school trustees," the bailiff called out.
"Your Honor, Mr. Masters for the state," Dylan said as he stood.
"Greg Walkerton, defense for David and Eric Richardson, Your Honor," Greg stated as he also stood.
"Will Thomas, defense for the school trustees, Your Honor."
"Very well, gentlemen. Mr. Masters state the charges," Judge Frost said.
"Your Honor, the state is charging David Richardson, Eric Richardson and Elizabeth Daniels with three counts of conspiracy to commit theft. Elizabeth Daniels stood before you this morning, Your Honor, and those charges were read to her and the courts. Further charges are one count of conspiracy to commit theft against the three school trustees. David Richardson, Eric Richardson and Elizabeth Daniels are further charged with three counts of conspiracy to commit murder. Eric Richardson is also charged with one count of first-degree murder in the death of one Marcus Daniels three years ago. Your Honor, at this time we are not recommending bail as we feel that all of the defendants are an extreme flight risk. I am also asking the court for a three week continuance so that I may bring a valuable witness back to the state," Dylan spoke with practiced firmness."
"Mr. Thomas, you have something to say?" Judge Frost asked.
"Yes, Your Honor, I am asking that my clients be released on their own recognizance as they are well known in this city and are not a flight risk."
"Your Honor," Dylan spoke up. "These three helped to steal millions of dollars from the state, monies that have yet to be recovered. I would say that they are a huge risk for flight."
"Mr. Masters, I can understand your point. However, I am going to grant the three trustees bail in the amount of $25,000 each. They must also wear an ankle monitor and will only be allowed to leave their homes to either meet with the police, their lawyers or to come back to this court," Judge Frost ordered. "Mr. Walkerton, do you have a bail request?" Frost asked.
"I do, Your Honor, since both Richardson's have been members of our state's fine government and both are outstanding members of our community I am asking that they be released without bail and without monitoring."
"WHAT?" Dylan screamed. "Your Honor, I honestly do not think that what Mr. Walkerton is asking is reasonable. If they are allowed to walk out of here there is a very good chance that they will try to consummate the attempted murders that they have conspired to commit. I also feel that they may also try to find and threaten the witnesses against them."
"Mr. Walkerton, do you feel that Mr. Masters' reasons are viable?"
"No, Your Honor, I do not think that. In fact, I think that Mr. Masters is grasping at straws and lacks the evidence to convict either of my clients," Walkerton stated with a slight smile.
"Your Honor, the State would not have laid the charges if there was a lack of evidence, or a lack of witnesses."
"I agree, Mr. Masters. David Richardson, I find that there are reasonable grounds to remand you into the custody of the judicial system until such time as the case against you has been heard. Eric Richardson, I find that there are reasonable grounds to remand you into the custody of the judicial system until such time as the case against you has been heard. Mrs. Daniels, you were to be back before me next week. I am postponing that until such time as a full psychiatric assessment has been done. Court will reconvene three weeks from today at 9:00 AM. Court is adjourned," Judge Frost said as she stood and left the courtroom.
When the judge left the courtroom, Dylan packed up his papers and was about to leave when Walkerton stopped him. "I want to see everything you have on my clients. I also want to know who your witnesses are and where I can call and talk with them," Walkerton stated roughly.
"You will get a copy of everything I have against your clients, but as for my witnesses, you will only get their names. Their location and phone numbers I will be keeping to ensure their safety. You should know better than to even ask that, Walkerton." Dylan replied as he walked past the man and out of the courthouse.
Once outside the courthouse, Dylan stopped and grabbed his phone and keyed in a number before moving down the stairs and over towards his car.
"Jackson," Tyrone answered.
"Agent Jackson, this is Dylan Masters. I need to meet with you as soon as possible and I need to get some more information from you."
"What do you need, Dylan?" Tyrone asked.
"I need to know if there is another witness, or if there is anything to back up everything that you gave me?"
"Well, there is the file I gave the Secret Service. I can contact the agent and see if he can get it for you? As for a witness, I highly doubt that. I was working undercover."
"Okay, see what you can do. I have three weeks and a lawyer that wants to see everything."
"I will do my best and call you in the morning."
"Thank-you."
Ending the call, Tyrone put his feet up on his desk and thought about what Dylan had asked. "Could there be another witness, and if so where is that person?" Tyrone thought to himself.
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While all this was going on, Sergeant Rossetti of the Naples Police Department was busy looking at a file he had taken from Sam Johnson's desk. The file contained the report on the deaths of Arthur and Travis Martin. The file also held the note that was found pinned to Travis' chest. Having gone through the file, Rossetti placed it back on Sam's desk and then called the District Attorney's office. "Emilio Ortega, ADA, what can I do for you Officer Rossetti?" Ortega asked once he learned who was on the phone.
"Mr. Ortega, I would like a search warrant for the home, specifically the bedroom of one Malcolm Daniels," Rossetti stated as soon as he could.
"Just what are you looking for?" Ortega asked.
"A murder weapon and some handwritten notes."
"Very well, I shall have it done up for you in 30 minutes. There is a judge available to sign off on it."
"Thank-you, I'll stop by and pick it up on my way over to the Daniels' home."
"Officer Rossetti, you had better make sure that either Malcolm Daniels is home or his father is, before you go barging in."
"I know that Mr. Daniels, Sr. is home. That should be good enough."
"Yes, that should cover you."
"Good I am just leaving the office now. I'll see you shortly."
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Lei Toshido had been sitting with Brady Martin since he had called Lt. Patterson, so he was a bit surprised when Jordan walked in and asked to speak with his cousin alone again. Toshido just nodded his head and left the room.
"Well, dude, your making great progress I see. Can you talk now?" Jordan asked.
"Just barely," Brady gasped harshly.
"Well, just remember what I told you."
"Yeah, I remember, but why? What did I do to you?"
"Oh, it wasn't me, it was Malcolm. You see, Daniels is mine, but you people think you can get rid of him. Well, I'm telling you, you can't. I've taken care of most of those that thought they could," Jordan grinned.
"What do you mean?"
"Well since, you can't talk so well, and since you are being charged with what, four or five counts of murder, I am sure that you won't say anything to the police, but I killed Danvers, my dad and two others. I still have to find Marshall, but the best part is, I have the police thinking that Daniels is doing the killings out of revenge."
"You're one sick dude," Brady gasped.
"No, I just want what I know is mine."
Now I have to go. I have some letters to write and a convention to catch up to."
Lt. Patterson walked into the hospital just minutes after Jordan left. Taking the first elevator she could, Lt. Patterson rode it to the secure wing. Entering Brady's room, she walked over to the side of the bed and looked at Brady. "Brady Martin, I am Lt. Patterson of the Naples Police Department. I am here to inform you that you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Malcolm Daniels, Giles Real, Caleb Morrison and Ron Marsten, and also for the assault and kidnapping of one Patrick Jacobs, breaking and entering and illegal possession of a firearm. Do you understand the charges?" Liza asked.
"Yes, ma'am" Brady whispered.
"Brady Martin, you have the right to remain silent. If you give up that right anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. If you choose to answer questions without and attorney, you can stop at any time and an attorney will be appointed for you. Knowing and understanding your rights as I have explained them to you, are you willing to answer my questions without an attorney present?" Liza said as she read Brady his rights.
"Yes, I understand them and I want to talk to the DA and you both at same time." Brady stated.
"You are aware that what you tell us will be used against you?" Liza asked.
"Yes, but I know who is killing those people."
"What? How could you know?"
"I was told. Just get me the DA and we can talk."
"Brady, you know that the secret service will want in on this along with the FBI and God knows who else?"
"For now it will be just you, the DA and me. After that you can do what you want."
Liza left Brady's room, walked over to the nurses' station and asked to borrow their phone. She called the police station, only to learn that Captain Harris had left for the day and that Sam Johnson was out interviewing some people. Hanging up, Liza called the DA's office. "District Attorney's Office, how may I help you?' a female receptionist asked.
"This is Lt. Patterson of the Naples Police Department. May I speak with Dylan Masters please?"
"One moment please, ma'am."
Liza leaned against the counter and listened to the music that was piped through the phone. "This music would put an elephant to sleep," Liza thought as she waited, only to be jolted back when a man's voice came over the phone.
"Dylan Masters. How can I help you Lt. Patterson?" Dylan asked.
"Sir, I have a hornets nest in my hands and I don't want to get stung. I'm over at the hospital where I formally arrested Brady Martin. I read him his rights and everything was done by the book. When I asked him if he wanted to talk, well, that is when he gave me the hornet's nest. Sir, he wants to speak with both you and me together," Liza stated as she watched for movement the hallways.
"Why? What does he have that could be helpful to either you or me?" "He claims he knows who has been doing the murders around here."
"And you believe him?"
"I don't know what to believe, but the look on his face was one of pure terror. I think Brady has been threatened."
"You're right, that is a hornet's nest. I will call the U.S. Marshal's office and have Martin either moved to a more secure facility or have them post deputies in and outside his room."
"Thank-you, sir, right now there is just the one guard per shift and I don't think that is enough."
"It isn't. Furthermore, as of this moment only the nursing staff, doctors, you or I will be allowed in that room."
"I will let the guard know that. I will also have a few of the swat team join me until your marshals arrive."
"That would be a good idea. Now let me make some calls and get the ball rolling for you."
"Thank-you, Mr. Masters."
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By the time that Malcolm, Patrick and their families reached the hotel it was close to two o'clock and tempers were getting short. Richard and Robert Sr. walked in and approached the front desk. There they were greeted by an elderly clerk who looked at them both and frowned. "May I help you gentlemen?" he asked.
"Yes, you have reservations for the Daniels and Jacobs families, I believe." Richard told him.
"Let me check," the clerk sniped.
"Robert, I think you had better go get Tony. I think we're going to need him," Richard whispered.
"I think you're right. I'll be right back," Robert replied.
Outside, everyone had gotten out of the cars and were standing around. Midnight walked over to the grass and found a tree where he did his duty. "Midnight! Come back here," Aaron squeaked as he ran towards his pup.
"Hey, kid, what do you think you're doing?" the hotel valet yelled.
"Getting my puppy," Aaron answered.
"Well, get your mutt and get out of here."
"Excuse me, sir, but what gives you the right to yell at my brother? Zeke asked.
"None of your business, kid. Now get back to where you belong."
As he walked back to where Malcolm was, Zeke was nearly in tears. Wrapping his arms around Malcolm, Zeke hugged him tight. "I'm glad we are only here for one night," Zeke whispered.
"Why?" Malcolm asked.
"That guy over there is nasty. He yelled at Aaron and then told me to mind my own business when I asked him why he had yelled at him."
"Oh, really? Maybe I should have a word with him."
"No way, he might hurt you."
Casey Watkins was standing close to Malcolm and heard what Zeke said. She placed her hand on Malcolm's shoulder and said, "Mr. Daniels, don't go over there. I will speak with the management about this once you are all in your rooms."
"All right, but I wish they would hurry, I have to use the bathroom," Malcolm smiled.
"I'm sure that your dad has things worked out."
As Malcolm, Zeke and Casey were talking, Aaron returned and went into the hotel with Midnight right behind him. Walking over to Richard, Aaron put his little hand in his dad's. "How much longer, Dad? I'm getting hungry, and so is Midnight," Aaron asked.
"Not much longer, son, then we can feed you both. Okay?"
"Uh huh. Can we stay in here with you?"
"Yes, you may..." Richard was about to say more when the clerk turned to him.
"Is that mutt with you? I can't allow that thing in this hotel," the clerk glowered.
"Well, I'm afraid you are just going to have to," Tony interrupted as he walked up.
"I don't have to do anything that I don't think is within hotel policy."
"Well, just for your information, that is a service dog. He belongs to the young lad there and his brothers and is used for the emotional wellbeing of them all. He is also there for the protection of those same boys," Tony stated and then showed the clerk his credentials.
"I am Tony Marchand of the Secret Service. Now do we have a problem or not? If we do then I would suggest you get the hotel manager out here, pronto."
"Well, umm I don't think that will be necessary," the clerk stammered.
"Actually, yes it is," Casey said as she walked up to the desk. "In fact, I want to see him out here in one minute or less or I will be going through his door personally."
"Lieutenant Watkins, what the hell has gotten into you?" Tony asked when the clerk had disappeared.
"I won't put up with people yelling at kids for no reason," Casey snapped.
"What are you talking about? Who snapped at whom?"
"The valet, who is supposed to be looking after the cars, not yelling at the hotel guests."
"I'll have Donnie talk to him," Tony said.
"That won't be necessary, sir," the manager said as he walked up. "Casey, it's good to see you again. Are you looking for another donation, or are you going to start a fundraiser?" the manager laughed.
"Good God! Carl Jepson; as I live and breathe. I heard you got promotion, but to manager?" Casey laughed
"Well, I'm just the assistant manager right now, but, yes, I will be the new manager here soon."
"Well, good. Oh, this is Tony Marchand with the Secret Service."
"You are all part of the Daniels' entourage?" Carl asked.
"Yes, there are a dozen state troopers and eight Secret Service people, then there are eleven others between the two families plus one service canine," Tony answered.
"Very well, I am sure the clerk has everything set up. As for the valet, I will have a talk with him immediately," Carl said as he turned to walk out the front doors.
"I take it you two have known each other for a long time?" Tony asked.
"We went to school together," Casey said with a frown.
"I hope that this isn't going to bring up unpleasant memories."
"Oh no, I won't let that happen. Besides Carl is more of a brother to me than anything else."
"I told you that mutt is not staying in any of our rooms here, now take him outside," the desk clerk growled.
"Mister, that service canine well be staying in the room the boys are in and there is not going to be any more arguments about it," Richard said sternly.
"We'll see about that. Oh, Mr. Jepson, may I have a moment, please?" the clerk called out.
"What's the problem?" Carl asked.
"Sir, these people think they can have that mutt in their rooms," the clerk stated.
"Of course they can; he is a Secret Service canine, not a mutt. Now, are their rooms set up?"
"Yes, sir, they have the whole twelfth floor," the clerk replied sheepishly.
Tony led everyone over to the elevators and, using two elevators, got everyone up to their rooms while the troopers looked over the hallways. Casey left four officers downstairs to make sure that no one got up to the twelfth floor. Once the door to his room was opened, Malcolm ran over to the washroom and was in there for about five minutes before coming back out. "I wouldn't go in there for a while," he laughed.
Malcolm sat at the table in the hotel room with Patrick beside him and took out his speech for that night. He just started going over it when he felt a kiss on his neck. "Can we cuddle for a while?" Patrick asked.
"Yeah, let's. This can wait," Malcolm answered. Aaron and Zeke were curled up and already sleeping on one of the beds.
Curling up on the second bed, Patrick and Malcolm snuggled closely, each giving the other a couple of kisses as they relaxed. Malcolm quickly drifted off to sleep. Malcolm's eyes snapped open when he heard a knock on his door. "Who is it?" Malcolm called out.
"Room service," came the answer.
Looking over he saw that Patrick was sitting at the table. "Did you call them?" Malcolm asked.
"Yeah, I thought it would be better for the four of us to eat up here. I'll get the door; you go brush your hair."
Malcolm helped Zeke and Aaron wash up and brought them back into the sitting area where the table was laden with hamburgers, fries and smoothies. "Yummy," Aaron giggled as he jumped onto Patrick's lap. Zeke sat on Malcolm's lap and soon everyone was eating and tossing fries at each other.
"Guys, when you finish up I want you to shower and get into your suits, and please don't take forever. We have to leave at 6:30," Malcolm said.
"I'll help them, while you go over your speech and get into your suit," Patrick said.
"Thanks, Patrick."
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Three floors below, Sylvia Rogers was putting on her pants suit—the suit jacket a size larger to cover the fact she was wearing more than just a blouse—shoes and makeup. As she waited for the salad she had ordered to arrive, she double-checked that her little .38 was in her purse. By six o'clock, Sylvia had eaten and had made her way over to the conference center. On the pretence that she wanted to make sure that they had set up the stage and chairs correctly and that the sound system was working she was readily admitted into the building. This wasn't part of her job, but she knew it was the only way she would be able to get her gun inside.
At the same time Sylvia was going over everything on the stage, Malcolm and the rest of his group gathered in the hotel lobby. To the other guests, it looked like a presidential visit when the Secret Service agents and state troopers cordoned off two elevators and a walkway leading to the front doors. A new bus had been delivered and was waiting just outside the front doors. The driver was a young man in his twenties. As he waited, he looked around nervously and wondered if anything was going to go wrong. This was his first time as a driver for a tour group, or at least that is what he thought it was. When Tony came out and told him to open the door the driver almost peed himself with fright. He quickly opened the door and stepped out of the way as Tony stepped inside and had a look around. "Relax, son. This is just a short drive, there and back, it is tomorrow you have to worry about," Tony laughed.
"Umm, yeah, I guess," the driver said.
Satisfied that everything was okay, Tony called Donnie and Casey and told them to bring everyone out and straight onto the bus.
"Malcolm," Donnie called out, "It's time. Remember how it was in Washington: don't stop and don't ask questions until we are on board."
"Yes, sir," Malcolm answered as he bent and lifted Zeke into his arms, as Patrick did the same with Aaron. "Come on, Midnight," Aaron called out as Patrick started towards the front door.
"You're getting heavy, little guy," Patrick said with a smile.
"I'm a big boy, but I like you carrying me," Aaron giggled and then rested his head on Patrick's shoulder.
Once everyone was on the bus, the troopers ran to their cars, and with the "Christmas tree" lights going, led the way over to the Convention Center and right up to the front doors. "Again, everyone go immediately inside, please," Donnie said as the bus door opened and he stepped out.
With a quick rush the boys exited the bus and ran inside, with Midnight right on their heels. They stopped just inside the foyer and waited for the parents and security to catch up with them. As they looked around, Richard came up to the front and was greeted by the management staff. "Mr. Daniels, we are very pleased that you have chosen our venue for the start of your campaign," the convention center manager said.
"Oh, this isn't my start, this one is for Malcolm Daniels. I start off tomorrow over at the baseball field," Richard said with a smile.
"I'm sorry, but the room was booked for a Mr. Daniels and I thought that was you."
"I am Mr. Daniels, but it is my son that the room was booked for."
"Your son? Surely you cannot expect us to allow a youngster to have such free reign."
"Yes, I can, and more so since I know that some very important people in Washington, DC will be watching this event tonight at the White House."
"In that case, please come right this way," the manager stuttered, fumbling over his tongue. "Your group has the front two rows, with the exception of the middle seat in the first row. It seems someone bought that ticket before we could safeguard them."
"Can you refund the person's money and offer to move them to another seat at our expense?" Tony asked.
"I don't know, I can only ask."
"Do that. No one is to be in those seats except security and these two families. You might let the person know that this is not just a request, but on orders from Washington," Donnie lied.
"Damn, you people know how to make a mess of things don't you."
"We try not to," Casey said with a smile. "Malcolm, you will be on stage. Are you going to be all right up there alone?"
"I won't be alone; Patrick will be with me."
"So will a few agents Lt. Watkins. I also want a few of your troopers on either side of the stage," Tony barked.
Patrick, who was standing beside Malcolm, just grinned. "I'm glad I'm not the one introducing you tonight. I think I would just faint if I had to do that," Patrick snickered.
"Hey, you did it in front of a lot more people that we have here tonight. So chill. Besides, how the heck you think I feel."
"Warm and cuddly," Patrick laughed and moved away a bit.
"Just you wait," Malcolm smiled.
While waiting for Malcolm's speech to begin, Casey was checking the secure area and came upon a purse that was left unattended. Unattended bags, parcels and containers are prohibited in the secure area, so she searched it, hoping to discover the owner's ID. She was shocked when she saw the revolver and quickly removed it. She unloaded it, put it in her jacket pocket, and headed back to her assigned position.
At five-to-seven, everyone was led in and asked to take their seat. Tony took both Patrick and Malcolm up onto the stage. Once in their seats, Malcolm and Patrick put their heads together and were whispering back and forth, neither much aware of what was going on around them. Tony and Donnie, along with two other agents, stood a bit further back and Casey stood at the far left stage entrance.
Right at seven, Sylvia walked out onto the stage. Casey spotted her with the purse she just removed the pistol from. She called Tony on his ear piece. "Tony, do you see the woman coming on stage?"
"Yes, I do," Tony replied.
I just removed a gun from the purse she is carrying. It was left unattended in the secure area backstage, so I searched it. I think she may have been up to something, but it won't happen now."
"Good catch," Tony said, then passed the word to the other agents around the boys.
Sylvia went right to the microphone and tapped it to make sure that it was on before she started talking. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Tampa Convention Center where we will be enjoying a great evening as we listen to Naples' own Malcolm Daniels as he begins his run for the office of Commissioner of Education. I promise you that tonight you will have a show that you won't soon forget. So, I would like to ask Malcolm Daniels and his friend Patrick Jacobs to come up and say hello." Standing, Malcolm and Patrick moved to the left side of the podium, near where Sylvia stood. Sylvia stepped back and slowly reached into her purse, but found the pistol was no longer there.
As soon as Malcolm and Patrick stood, Tony and Donnie moved in front of them as Goodson and Fairweather put their arms around Malcolm and Patrick. Malcolm and Patrick knew not to question anything done by their security people. Casey walked up behind Sylvia and put her in a restraint hold, knocking off her fake glasses, as one of the other agents came to apply the cuffs.
Tony took control of the woman, marched her over towards the boys and asked if they recognized her. It was then Malcolm and Patrick both recognized their former English teacher. Malcolm was livid when he saw his old teacher, but did not speak to her directly. He just told Tony they knew her well, that she was bad news, and to get her out of his sight. "Sweet! That bitch finally gets it," Patrick whispered sotto voce.
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In front rooms all across the nation, families stared in shock as they watched the scene unfold before their eyes. In the White House living room, Bennie Jacobs, who was watching the broadcast with his dad, sat up and watched closely. "Ace, come in here!" Bennie yelled.
"What's up, buddy?" Ace asked
"Some lady on stage with Malcolm was just arrested in front of a bunch of people and on television," Bennie cried.
"I'll call Tony and find out what's going on."
"Ace, I thought I said he was to be protected," Ben stated firmly.
"You did, and he was. It seems an attempt was thwarted by the agents there."
"Well, I want a full report as soon as possible," Ben said patting Ace on the shoulder as he returned to his seat.
"Yes, sir," Ace said as he called Tony's cell phone.
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Once order was restored in the convention center auditorium, Malcolm was more determined than ever to deliver his speech. His face a portrait of pure anger, he walked over to the microphone, grabbed it and yanked it out its mount.
To Be Continued.
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