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CHAPTER TEN B
Hearing those words Patrick dropped the phone, the clattering of it against the desk brought Robert back to his side. Reaching down Patrick picked the phone up again. "What did you say?" Patrick asked.
"I said you're next kid. You won't know when or where, but you're dead." The caller stated.
"Why, what did I ever do to you?"
"Nothing, except take what is mine." The caller said and hung up.
The dial tone brought Patrick back from his fear. Looking at his brother, Patrick hung up the phone and on shaky legs walked over to the couch. A sheet of paper wasn't as white as Patrick was at that moment. Robert JR. seeing his brother scared and shaking walked over and wrapped his arms around him. "What is it bro?" Robert asked.
"Th..that call th.. They said I was next." Patrick stuttered.
"No one is going to hurt you, I promise, now sit here and relax. I will call Tony or Donnie and see what they can do."
"O..Okay. Don't use the phone Robert, maybe we can have Tony trace it somehow."
"You're right"
Robert made his call and spoke with Tony, who had just left the hospital. After listening to what Robert said, Tony told him not to touch the phone and that he would have Liza Patterson come over. He also told Robert to take Patrick and get him over to the Daniels home and for both to stay there until they heard from him. Taking Patrick upstairs the packed some clothes and then with the help of Marsten and Real, they got Patrick into the car and over to Malcolm's house. They had just pulled in when Tony and Donnie showed up.
Giving Patrick a hug Tony smiled. "Listen Patrick I will make sure that you and your family are safe. I have Lt. Patterson working on the call right now, so please try and relax."
"Why Tony, what did Malcolm or I do to piss someone off?" Patrick asked.
"I don't know." Tony lied. "But I will find out. Now get your butt inside, and Patrick promise me that you won't go anywhere without someone with you."
"I promise."
"Good. Robert I will see that your family is brought over here also. Do you know where your sister is staying?" Donnie asked.
"Yeah, she went to the mall with her friends then she said she was going back to stand with the vigil. You don't think they would?"
"Right now I don't know, but I want you all together. I will also get Lt. Walters back here with her team to help."
"Thanks guys, but this is getting out of hand."
"I know boys, but until we find everyone that is involved we have to do what we can. Let's go inside and see if Papa Daniels has anything to snack on." Tony grinned.
Taking their bags inside, Patrick took his up to Malcolm's room and tossed it onto the bed. Looking around, Patrick saw the picture of Malcolm and him kissing at Michael's place the day Patrick asked Malcolm to be his boyfriend. Staring at it brought a small smile to his face as he remembered that awesome day. He was still standing in the middle of the room when Aaron ran in and hugged him. "I glad you is here, I missed you lots." Aaron whispered.
"I missed you also little man." Patrick said as he hugged Aaron.
"You gonna be here all the time now Patwick?" Aaron asked.
"For a while buddy, I don't know what is happening anymore."
"Oh, that means we can play Mario cart?"
"Sure we can. I also want to spend time with your big brothers."
"Yup I can share them wif you."
Laughing Patrick picked Aaron up and the two walked into the kitchen, where Papa had some milk and cookies out for the two. After dinner Richard pulled Tony into the back yard and the two walked down towards the back fence. "Tony I want some honest answers. My oldest boy is laid up, maybe to never walk again, and now you're telling us that Patrick and his family are in danger also. Tell me what is going on." Richard barked.
"Richard you're right you do deserve some answers, right now all we have are whispers."
"Tell me what those are."
"I can't without approval."
"APPROVAL, just what the heck does that mean?"
"It means I need to have the President say it is okay, what I can say is that this goes way back to before Malcolm was born." Tony answered calmly.
"Hang on, does this have to do with Marcus and his company?"
"Yes and no."
"That is muddy Tony." Papa Daniels interrupted. "Why not tell him the truth?"
"Eric, I am not allowed to. Just like someone else."
"Mr. Marchand if you are not going to tell him I will."
"That would be a breach of security on your part sir."
"To hell with security it is his son that is crippled not yours. How the hell would you feel if it was Jamie?" Eric snapped back.
"You're right I would want answers, I will make you a deal guys. I will phone the President and ask him if I can reveal what I know. If he says no, then we drop this, if he says it is okay then I will tell you everything that we know. Is that fair?" Tony asked.
"Yes, but make sure he understands that this isn't going to go away, with Malcolm crippled up."
Inside the house Patrick and everyone else were sitting around watching The Man of Steel, the new superman movie. Mrs. Jacobs had just gotten up to get another cup of coffee when the phone rang. "Good evening?" Mrs. Jacobs said as she picked up the phone.
"Patrick Jacobs please?" a voice asked.
"May I ask who is calling?"
"A friend."
"Patrick the phone is for you." Mrs. Jacobs called out.
"Hello?" Patrick said.
"You're next, Marshall and the others were easy. You can't hide from me Patrick I know where you are all the time. Be warned I can get to Malcolm anytime." The voice said with a laugh.
"TONY???." Patrick screamed still holding the phone.
Rushing into the house, Tony and Richard saw Patrick standing holding the phone. Going to him Richard was about to hanging up when he looked at Tony. "Don't, we might be able to trace it." Tony stated.
"Okay do what you have to, but right now I have to think about my family and the others here."
"Yes you do. Donnie call Sgt. Johnson and get him over here. In the meantime I am going to call Ace."
"Patrick, you and the rest go into the basement for now, you can watch TV. Down there." Richard stated.
"Umm.. Okay." Patrick whispered. "I am sorry sir."
"You have nothing to be sorry about Patrick, this isn't anything you did."
"Are you sure, I mean I did start the strike."
"Yes you did and I am proud of you for standing up like you did, but this started long before that." Tony stated.
"Oh."
Making sure that the children were safe, Richard, papa and the Jacobs sat in the kitchen sipping coffee. Tony and Donnie were both standing at the counter listening to what was going on. "Tony?" Donnie interrupted. "How many people knew that the Jacobs were coming over here?"
"Good question."
"The way I see it, there was the Daniels, you, me, the Jacobs, Marsten and Real. So how did whoever called know that Patrick was here?"
"Another good question, and I don't like the answer it is giving me."
"A suggestion for you, when you call and talk to Ace have him recall everyone, but the four of us."
"I don't like that, it leaves us thin, but I can see where you're going with this. Again I don't like it, but you're right."
"I don't like it either, but look what has happened over the last four days."
"Okay, but I am not talking to Ace about this, I mean I am going to, but not from this house, nor from any of the cars."
"Then how are you going to work it?"
All Tony could do was smile as he looked at Donnie. "We do have someone who is a friend of Ace's here, I think I will go visit him tonight and talk from there."
"Good luck and don't forget the promise you made Richard."
"I won't, that is another reason not to call from here."
As Tony and Donnie were busy talking out in the back yard. Malcolm had come to the conclusion that in order to keep his family safe he had to get away. Laying there in his bed Malcolm tried to put together in his mind items he would need. The first being a wheel chair that wasn't from the hospital. He was still thinking about this when Dr. Lei came in and started checking him over. "Well young man, looks like we can move you to the ward. How does that sound?"
"Good, but may I have a private room?" Malcolm asked. "Oh and how much longer am I going to be in here?"
"Well I would say you are stuck with us for at least three more weeks. As for a private room I think we can find you one."
"Thanks, and maybe see if the therapists are coming around tomorrow?"
"Are you sure, I don't want you opening any of your stitches and making me redo my work?"
"I am sure, I just want them to show me how to use the wheel chair and some exercises."
"I see, so you have decided that you are going to pull through this?"
"That was a given wasn't it? I mean everyone says I am a fighter and to give up now means that someone wins. I can't have that."
"Great, I will have everything you need for the morning, now let me get you moved."
"I think you better tell the guards, they may not be happy if you do it without them knowing."
"Smart ass aren't you. I will tell them."
Being moved while you're laid out on a bed is a weird feeling, all you really can see is the ceiling and lights, or the face of the person pushing your bed. The new room was small, but it did have a window and TV. The nurses seemed a bit nicer, but that could be Malcolm's imagination playing tricks on him. Once Malcolm was settled he asked the nurse if they could get a phone put in so he could call his family and friends. Having asked that Malcolm finally relaxed and fell asleep. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day for him.
Over the next three weeks Malcolm worked hard with the doctors and therapists, learning how to use his hands to work the leg muscles while at the same time learning how to use the wheel chair. The hardest part for Malcolm was trying to get from the chair to the toilet, but given time he had it mastered. A few days before his promised release from the hospital Malcolm had asked Dr. Lei if he could call Tony and have him come in to see him. Over the last four weeks Malcolm had a chance to think about what he was going to do, the only thing that he could come up with was the fact that he needed to keep his family safe, and that his little brothers came first for him.
Finally deciding a course of action Malcolm dozed off to sleep, though the doctor still had him on pain medication it wasn't' enough to make him woozy. It was right after breakfast the next morning that Tony walked in, and before he could say anything Malcolm just smiled and waved. "Hey Uncle, how you doing?" Malcolm asked as he took a pen and pad and started writing.
"I have been better. You know your brothers miss you, and so does your dad and Papa." Tony answered.
"I know, but I feel that this would be better for them, it would also keep them safer." Malcolm said as he handed Tony his pad.
"Well, seeing as you have a phone maybe you should call them and let them all know you're doing okay." Tony stated as he read. Frowning Tony looked at Malcolm, only to get a nod from him. What Malcolm had asked, was for Tony to get him a large amount of cash and to find out where his Uncle Marcus had his cabin. Something that Malcolm remembered and wasn't on the will. He had also asked Tony to get him a wheelchair that didn't look like it belonged in a hospital. "Are you sure about all this?" Tony asked when he had finished reading.
"Yes, and I need it kept quiet."
"I agree with you. Someone has been phoning and threatening Patrick. Right now the Jacobs family are all staying at your place."
"So who is it that is calling?"
"We don't know, that is the problem. The other side of it is that no one knew that Patrick or his family were at your place other than the people who are your security."
"All the more reason to find that cabin." Malcolm snapped.
The cabin was in a secluded area on the edge of Sugden Regional Park. The cabin hadn't been lived in for ten years, though the taxes and upkeep had happened constantly. When Tony found the place he was surprised at how well maintained it was. Making sure that everything was there and that the keys still worked. Tony then spent time getting the groceries and everything else done. Tony had called a contractor to come out and see if he could build a ramp for the place, explaining that it would be for a wheelchair.
With all the work done Tony gave Malcolm the keys and asked what he had planned. Though Malcolm trusted Tony he couldn't come to tell him that he was going to disappear for a bit. That night after the nurses had made their checks, Malcolm got dressed and going through the bathroom and into another room left the hospital and made his way from the area. Two hours later a frantic nurse was on the phone to the police.
It was the last week of working for the Naples Police force, and Sam Johnson was working the night shift when the call came in. Listening to the nurse as she explained that one of the patients had disappeared, Sam made some notes then in a calm voice asked her for the patient's name. When he was told who it was Sam almost dropped the phone. "Ma'am I will have someone over there right away. Please keep the room closed and let no one enter it." Sam asked before hanging up and calling Tony.
"Marchand here what can I do for you?" Tony asked half awake.
"Tony, it is Sam Johnson, it seems that Malcolm has disappeared from the hospital. Do you know anything about this?"
"No I don't. When did this happen, and what happened to the security that was watching his room?" Tony asked wide awake now.
"I don't know, I am on my way there right now. The nurse I spoke to said he was there when she checked on him at seven."
"Okay, I will meet you there, I will bring Donnie with me."
"Sure I can use all the help here, I might bring Liza with me also she can talk with the nurses as we go over everything."
"Sounds good to me, I'll meet you there in thirty minutes."
While Tony was making his way to the hospital to meet with Sam, Malcolm was closing and locking the door to his Uncle's cabin. Wheeling himself into the kitchen, Malcolm got himself something to drink and then made a sandwich.
As he was eating he thought of who he could trust, he knew that he would need someone around to help him should he fall. The only one he could come up with was Patrick, but having learned that Patrick was a target because of him he didn't think it would be a good idea to call him.
Turning out the lights Malcolm made his way to the bedroom where he got himself into bed and was soon asleep. Jolting awake at seven in the morning Malcolm laid in bed for a bit as he oriented himself to where he was. Reaching over he grabbed the phone beside the bed and called Washington. "Ace, I need your help." Malcolm said when he heard Ace's voice.
"You're right you do young man, you have everybody looking for you. Care to tell me where you are?" Ace asked.
"I can't do that, but call Tony and let him know I am okay please."
"I will do that. Now what do you need help with, and why did you take off?"
"I think you know why."
"I see, so you risk yourself instead of friends and family whom you can trust?"
"I didn't say that, but since I heard that Patrick is being threatened now I felt that this would be the best. Now I need someone I can trust that isn't in that group to help me. If I fall I will never be able to get back up or into my chair."
"I can help you with that. And I never heard about the threats to Patrick, I will be talking to Tony about that."
"Just make sure that both families are safe, oh and please tell the President that I will be calling him in a couple of months, I want to set up a meeting with him."
"Young man the President is worried about you and would go out of his way to help, you know that."
"I do, but right now I have to figure out somethings and hopefully end these threats."
"Well since the school strike is over, I guess this is your next fight."
"It won't be a fight, I already know some of what this is about. Right now I just don't know how I am going to end it."
"Okay I will pass this on to the President, as for your helper, can you call me back later this afternoon?"
"Sure would about three be okay?"
"Make it three thirty, that way Bennie is out of class."
"Alright, say hi to him for me would you?"
"I will now let's end this call if you want to stay hidden."
"Right, talk to you later."
"Be safe buddy."
Until Malcolm could get some help his meals would be something he could easily slap together. For breakfast it was just cold cereal and some toast with a cup of coffee. Not that he liked coffee, but he needed something to wake him. When he was done eating and cleaning his dishes, Malcolm wheeled his way into his Uncles old office and had to laugh. Sitting on the desk was an old Apple 256 computer. The bulky machine took up a lot of space. Malcolm wondered if the thing even worked anymore.
Going behind the desk Malcolm turned the monitor on only to hear it pop and crackle. Turning it off again he frowned. There was no way that he could handle getting a new one without someone learning where he was, unless he called Tony. Thinking like that he started to laugh, as he remembered that he still had his cell phone. He didn't know if his dad had paid the bill for it yet, but he could try.
Finding his backpack he dug around until he found his phone. Rolling back to the office he called a cab and told them that he needed room for a wheelchair and that he was going to the closest mall.
The east entrance to the mall wasn't that busy and so Malcolm was let out there. Inside the first place he went to was the bank to get his account balance. What he learned made him smile. The teller informed him that he had just over fifty thousand. She went on to tell him that his investments and business accounts had accrued just over six billion and counting, so he wasn't hurting for funds. Withdrawing another ten grand Malcolm thanked the lady and left, the money hidden under his shirt.
His next stop was the food court where he hoped that he could get a warm meal. As he was rolling down the concourse towards the court he was stopped by a teen. "Hey cripple what you doing in my mall, I don't like people like you." The kid said with a sneer.
"That is nice to know, maybe when you grow up, you can be a bigger idiot." Malcolm replied.
"For a Crip you got a mouth on you, now why don't you give me that pack you're carrying and then maybe I will let you go?"
"I don't think so and if you try and take it I will break your hand, then your face. You decide."
"You think you're tough sitting in that chair. Well guess what I am taking it?" The kid snarled.
"I don't think so, in fact why don't you leave the young man alone." Another kid said from the side.
"Who's gonna make me."
"I am." Malcolm snapped.
"Dude, you don't want to mess with him, or me, I know who he is and I have seen him fight. If he says he will break your hand believe me he will."
"Fine, just remember kid I will be waiting for you."
"Well get in line, there are a lot of others waiting also." Malcolm laughed as he watched the one kid leave. "Okay who are you, not that I am complaining and thanks for the help."
"The name is Marius, we used to go to school together."
"Nice to meet you Marius, but you have to swear not to tell anyone we have met."
"I can do that. Now where are you headed?" Marius asked
"I was going to get something to eat, so let me buy you lunch."
"I can handle that, but if you don't want people to see you the food court isn't the best place to go, there are a lot of students in there right now."
"Damn I forgot it was lunch time for the high school."
"Why don't I go in and get us something, then we can eat out here or go outside to one of the tables."
"Sounds like a plan." Malcolm said with a smile as he handed Marius thirty bucks. "Get me two double teens with cheese please, oh and a large root beer."
"Not hungry are you?" Marius laughed as he went into the food court.
By two o'clock Malcolm was back home and with the help from the cab driver he managed to get his new computer monitor, tower and laptop into the office and hooked up. Giving the driver an extra hundred for his help Malcolm watched as he drove away before moving back inside and locking the door. Malcolm had just gotten a glass of juice and was back in his office when his cell phone rang. Ignoring it he let whoever was calling go to voice mail as he booted up the laptop then the old 256 and monitor.
Waiting for the two machines to boot up Malcolm checked his voice mail and was surprised when he heard Patrick's voice. "Dude, I don't know where you are, but I thought I saw you at the mall today talking with another dude. I wanted to run over and hug you, but by the time I was ready you had gone. When you get this text me and let me know you are okay. I love you and miss you."
Malcolm deleted the message, then sent Patrick text. "Love, I am okay, I was told you might be at the mall. It isn't that I don't want to see you, because I do. I just feel that for now it is best that I stay away from everyone, I can't lose you, if my staying away keeps you safe all the better, just know that soon we will be back together. I love you and miss you also. Please don't call again, who knows what could happen. I will text you soon. Give my love to my brothers."
After sending the text Malcolm put his phone aside and started looking at the screen. "Enter password. Hint: middle name of first son. Reading that Malcolm was confused for a minute then tried entering his middle name and was surprised that it worked, only to be asked for the name of the Dr. that worked with Marcus.
Malcolm was stuck. He knew that his Uncle had worked with another person, but couldn't remember the person's name, mind you not many people can remember back to when they were five years old. Glancing at the clock on the computer Malcolm saw that it was three forty five, he had forgotten to call Ace back. Grabbing his phone he was about to call when there was a knock on the door. Rolling over he cracked it open only to see Tony and Ian standing there. "Come in." Malcolm said as he moved back. "What brings you here?"
"You do, Damn it Malcolm just what do you think you are doing?" Tony snapped.
"Keeping my family safe, what the hell do you think I am doing?" Malcolm snapped back.
"Well you could have told someone, you have everyone looking for you right now. I only found you because Ace called me ten minutes ago saying you missed a call to him."
"I know I was just about to do that. I have been kinda busy. And hi Ian, I am glad that you are doing well."
"Thank you Malcolm. I hope that you are well also?" Ian replied.
"I am getting better. Now how come you are here?"
"I am here to help you. Ace asked me to come, he explained your concerns and I agreed to help."
Okay and thanks. Now Tony, I know you have a few good friends, I need some help and I hope you can do it? I was going to ask Ace, but this works out better."
"What do you need?" Tony asked skeptically.
"I need the name of the Dr. that worked with Uncle Marcus."
"Why?"
"So I can get on his computer."
"I see, do you think you can find answers there?"
"I don't know what I will find, all I can do is hope."
"Okay I will contact Ace and see what he can find out. How soon do you need this?"
"Sooner the better, don't you think?"
"Yes I do and Malcolm I will be coming around to check on you."
"Tony that isn't a good idea, we know that someone wants me dead, and you said they are now targeting Patrick, so it would be better not to come here. I have Ian and no one knows him."
"Okay, but if you have problems I want you both to call me. In fact I want to hear from you both at least once a week."
"I can live with that. Oh Patrick did call me, I sent him a text telling him not to call again and that I would contact him when it was safe."
"Okay, I will tell him also."
"Tell him that I do love him."
"I will. Now Ian maybe you should grab your stuff and move in."
"I will boss and Malcolm I will help you all I can, but this is one thing you must follow and that is to never go anywhere without me. If you have to go out then I will get more people to watch without being seen."
"I can agree to that, but I have already gone out once and didn't have any problems."
"That is good, but I have to be with you now, those are not my orders."
"Let me guess they come from Ace."
"Yes they do, but he got them from the Man himself."
"Okay."
With Ian moved into the spare bedroom, Malcolm went back into the office and once more stared at the monitor. Not getting anywhere he shut the computer off and went to the kitchen where he was about to make himself a sandwich.
He had just opened the fridge when Ian walked in. "How about I make us a proper meal?"
"Sounds good. I was thinking Ian, about getting some bars so that I can try to start walking again."
"I don't think that would be wise right now, you're still healing."
"I know, but I have to try, I want to walk again, I can order some on line, but then I would need a place to put them."
"Well, you could set them up outside, or maybe the garage. If you order some make sure you get some mats also. Hitting the hard floor would hurt." Ian said with a laugh.
"Okay, I can use the laptop for that, only problem would be using my name and address that would let people know where I am and right now that isn't a good idea."
"No it isn't, so why not find them, then when you make the order I will use my name and this address, we will just make sure that you are not seen when they arrive."
"Okay, I will give you the cash that you spend."
"Fair enough. Now how do you like your steak?"
"Medium rare, with baked potato." Malcolm laughed.
"Okay get out of my kitchen and let me work."
"Meanie."
The next two days went slowly for Malcolm and Ian. Though Malcolm did exercise his legs and a few times he did try to stand there wasn't much either could do. Malcolm with Ian's help did order the bars and mats that he needed and Ian had gone out and cleaned out the garage. The only highlight to those two boring days was when the President called apologizing for the delay as he had been out of the country. "Sir," "Malcolm started. "All I wanted to ask you is if I could speak with everyone again, I mean those that are interested in this damn box that is causing a lot of problems."
"I think that could be arranged, do you know who is all involved." Ben asked.
"Not yet, but I have a feeling I will soon. I would like it to be over the Christmas break so that I could have my family and friend there with me."
"I can't see why that would be a problem, I already told your father that when you were well enough that I wanted you and your family to visit. I also know that you wouldn't leave Patrick out of this."
"You're right I wouldn't, though I think he is upset with me, but that is something I have to work out. The other thing you could do is maybe let the press know that I am going to visit, I have a feeling that the person who is stalking Patrick right now will show up."
"So Patrick is going to be the bait, do you think he will agree to that?"
"No, but once people know that I will be there then they will focus on me."
"You could be right, but Malcolm you have been through enough already, why risk this?"
"To stop whomever it is that is doing this, and to keep my family safe. This has to end and I would rather do it on my terms than theirs."
"Okay, I will work with you on that, and I will make sure that everyone has the protection they need. You do realize that when this gets out the press are going to want to speak with you."
"Yes sir the press and probably every school in the world." Malcolm laughed. "Can we get police into the crowds?"
"Yes I will speak with Ace on that, May I call you back early next week and make final arrangements?"
"That would work. I should have answers by then and the list of people needed to be at this meeting. Sir I would make sure that the people know that they cannot miss this one."
"I will make sure of that. Now you do whatever Ian and Tony tell you, I would love to see you at Christmas."
"I promise you I will and I will follow orders."
"I doubt that young man." Ben laughed.
"You know me to well sir. Say hi to Bennie for me would you and have a good night."
It was the morning of the third day when Tony showed back, but he wasn't alone he had brought Donnie and Patrick with him. Ian who was sitting in the front room at the time was the one that answered the knock. Showing everyone into the office and offering them all a coffee and juice he then left. Looking up from his laptop Malcolm frowned. "What the hell Tony, I thought I said I wanted him safe." Malcolm snapped.
"Don't blame him." Patrick started. "I told him to either bring me or I would find you myself."
"Patrick, I went into hiding for your safety, now you come here and who knows who followed you." Malcolm said.
"Malcolm I am sorry, I love you too much not to be with you don't you understand that?"
"Yes I do, tell me your parents know where you are?"
"Yes they know I am with Tony and Donnie, and no they don't know we came here to see you."
"Malcolm, I am sorry, but we couldn't let Patrick go off searching for you alone, I thought it best that he come with us and see for himself that you are okay." Tony interrupted.
"Fine, I am glad to see him." Malcolm said as he rolled over and grabbed Patrick, pulling him onto his lap and kissing him hard. "Did you find the info that I asked for Tony?"
"Yes I did. I can tell you that it took a presidential order to get it though."
"I figured that much, especially after talking with Ben myself."
"Well why didn't you ask him for it?"
"I didn't want to stay on the phone to long, even cell phones can be traced you know."
"Yes I know that, and I think I know who is behind everything, my ex-wife tried leading me down the wrong path thinking that it was the government that was out to get you."
"Sucks to be you doesn't it?" Malcolm said with a laugh.
"You're still a brat." Tony and Donnie said together.
Patrick stayed with Malcolm and Ian for the rest of the day, then just after dinner Ian took Patrick back to Malcolm's place leaving Malcolm to start digging through his Uncle's old computer.
Over the next three weeks Malcolm worked trying to stand and get his legs moving, he did this in the garage with Ian's help first thing in the mornings. After lunch while Ian was sitting either watching a movie or reading Malcolm would be on his Uncle's computer reading over everything.
It was on the fourth Monday that Malcolm called Ian into the den as he worked over the last little file he could find. "Ian I need to go to the bank and get something out of the Safety deposit box my Uncle set up for me, then I need a flight to Pennsylvania, actually to Morgantown there is a company there that I need to see."
"Oh and just how do you plan to do all this without being seen?" Ian asked.
"With a lot of help and some ingenuity. I also have to talk with Tony, do you think you can call him and ask him to come over, he can bring Patrick also." Malcolm asked.
"I will call him in the meantime you figure out how you are going to get things done."
"I can't do that until I have talked with Tony."
"I see, so you are going to want the services help?"
"Yes and I am hoping you can understand that. Right now there are maybe six people I can trust."
"That is understandable, I will do what I can. Give me a few minutes to talk with Tony and see what he has to say."
"Thanks Ian. Now I think I am going to print off some of this stuff and then take a nap, I am kind of tired."
"Would you let me print the things off you need and that way you can go rest?"
"Sure, I can show you the files, there has to be two copies of each though."
"Okay, where do you keep your paper and ink, just in case you run out?"
"They are in the cabinet behind the door."
"Great now go rest and let me do something useful other than cooking your dinners."
TBC
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