Travis Starnes
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No Good Deed (Destiny Saga #5) - Chapter 23
🕑 Added 2018-07-23 16:39:33 +0000 UTCA week passed that was, thankfully uneventful, aside from the girls and I studying, and everyone else beginning the packing process. I wasnât sure why we were starting this early, considering the house wasnât even finished yet. Of course, when I voiced my confusion, Mom looked at me with amusement like I was a small child asking where the people on the TV went when it wasnât on.
We were in the midst of this, when Jawarski told me she and Carter needed a few minutes. Iâd had them on a lot of things lately, from dealing with the preacher's followers to the Syndicate, so I wasnât sure which crisis area was in trouble, but I was sure one of them were. The only time these two pulled me aside collectively was when something was on fire somewhere.
âWhatâs up?â I asked as we all sat at the kitchen table.
âWeâve gotten some new info about Josh,â Jawarski said.
âYou found him?â
âNo,â Carter said, unusually quietly for him. âWe had some help from the people at MilTech and were able to pull a street cam that was further away. Itâs grainy as hell, and we couldnât make out faces or license plates, but we could see the side of the vehicle that the boots were next to in the gas station video. You can see Josh getting into the vehicle after talking to the two men. There werenât any weapons we could see, and there didnât seem to be an argument or threats. It was just a quiet conversation, and then he got in.â
Jawarski picked up from Carter saying, âWe can make out the type of dress and haircuts of the men, and it screams military. Their dress is civilian, but weâre pretty sure their boots are current issue combat boots. Weâre now more certain that whoever he went with, is either current or recently discharged military. Itâs now pretty clear he went with them willingly.â
âThat just doesnât make any sense. He just up and left Amanda and his parents without saying a word? Josh was always selfish, but that seems too far even for him. I just donât buy it!â
âI get that,â Carter said. âItâs however really clear on the tape. He got in the van, willingly. You canât see when they first start talking so we donât know if he drove there to meet them, or if he just ran into them, but weâre certain he knew them already.â
âEverything points to one conclusion,â Jawarski added. âHe didnât get grabbed. He left with those people of his own free will.â
âIâm just having a lot of trouble wrapping my brain around that. It doesnât make any sense.â
âDoesnât keep it from being true,â she pointed out.
âYeah,â I said with a sigh, âYouâre right. I just donât like it, and Iâm not sure how weâre going to break this to Amanda. Sheâs going to freak the hell out.â
âThatâs up to you. For now, weâre going to shut this down on our end. There doesnât seem to be much we can do anymore, and we need the manpower on looking into the other stuff you asked for.â
âYeah, fine,â I said absently. âThanks for everything guys.â
âWe have more,â Jawarski said.
I looked up and saw Jawarski nervously give the side eye to Carter. That alone set off an alarm in the back of my head, since I couldnât remember Jawarski ever getting nervous.
âWhat?â
âAfter your stupid meeting with Richards, we went back and looked over both the attempt to grab Judy, and the attempt on Tina. Your suspicion was right.â
âIn what way?â
âThe guy who I shot, the one that tried to grab Tina, was one-hundred percent one of Richards people. Heâs connected to one of the men you shot at the Dojo, and we have connections between him and multiple businesses weâve linked to Richards.â
âOk, thatâs not a surprise.â
âNo, but the other attempt, the one on Judy; is, or maybe it isnât, but itâs not what we thought. The guy who went after her had no connection to anyone or anything at all associated with Richards. Heâs a straight up criminal, and looks like he was hired just because he was willing to grab a little girl.â
âWhat does that mean then? Maybe Richards went outside to keep things deniable.â
âEven if that wasnât ridiculous on its face, considering all the people Richards sent who were directly connected to him, thereâs more. I have a friend who managed to get us a look at the guy's bank accounts. There was a payment. Whatâs surprising is, it wasnât cash. They wrote the guy a fucking check, with his name on it. It was complete amateur hour.â
âWho wrote the check.â
âOne of the preacher's flock.â
I sat and stared at her. She was right, it shouldnât have been a surprise. The guy had made multiple attempts at getting her back after we messed up her âdestinyâ as his next child bride. He wasnât the kind of guy to give up after one failure, or five, so it made sense. The more I thought about it, the more I seethed. Iâd warned him, more times then I should, that Iâd tear his world down if he messed with my people. Of course, Iâd already made plans for doing that, but this put things in a new light.
âWeâre done screwing around with him. I want every resource we can take from him, pulled, now. Every member of his flock not currently changed, whatever list we had to still work through, I want them out of his reach. Change them all, now. I donât want a single follower giving him money, giving him support, or giving him their children. I also want to all the information we have on him sent to the state cops and feds; anonymously, of course. I want his 'church' gone, and his ass in jail.â
âWhat about Emilyâs family?â
âWe still donât change them. I want their support base and friends all gone, and I donât want these people connected to us even a little bit.â
They looked at each other, and I slapped the table.
âIâm serious. This needs to be done, now.â
Jawarski gave a shrug, and they both headed off. I still needed to talk to the girls about Amanda, and I needed to calm down first. I sat, staring at my hands, trying to control my breathing, but it was tough.
Eventually, I calmed down enough to talk to the girls. Emily didnât really know Amanda well but was supportive of however I decided to handle it. The other three, who were very close to Amanda, unanimously agreed that I needed to talk to her and explain it. They said that, if they were in her place, theyâd want to know.
I let them call her and ask her to come over. A part of me wished theyâd just tell her what happened and save me from having to do it. Unfortunately, they were extremely vague when she asked them what was going on.
Five minutes later she was sitting on the couch opposite me, glaring. I knew that Amanda was angry at me, that some part of her blamed me for what happened. Considering what I was about to tell her, I was pretty sure she wouldnât feel any different after I explained what Jawarski and Carter had found. Hell, I knew everything she didnât know, and Joshâs leaving was a mystery to me too. I couldnât blame her since I partially blamed myself for his taking off too.
I realized Iâd been staring at her, mouth half open, as I thought through what to say, or at least wishing someone else had told her. I opened my mouth the rest of the way to just jump into it when she cut me off.
âWhat? Iâm here, and they wouldnât say what you want, so spit it out.â she was definitely still blaming me, and was still angry.
âWe do have new info on Josh. We found a new video showing more of what happened. Not enough to be able to track him down, but enough to know he went with whoever it was willingly.â
âHe would only have left âcause you were such a dick,â she spat at me.
âMaybe; but, either way, he left on his own. It was his choice, and if thatâs the one he made, then I made the right choice by not giving him what he wanted.â
âWould have been so bad?â she asked, her voice changing from outright anger to almost pleading.
âYes. My first priority is protecting all the people I love. Imagine what would happen if people found out what was really going on. Joshâs problems didnât start with me, Amanda. The cheating, the steroids, now him leaving in the middle of the night. You have to accept that Josh has not been making good decisions! I wonât put the fate of my family in the hands of someone whoâs making bad decisions.â
âHe already knew everything though, and he never said anything.â
âHe got close several times. Iâm not saying I wouldnât have ever changed you guys; but it needed to happen on my schedule, and Josh couldnât deal with that.â
She didnât respond, just staring over my shoulder. Tami sat next to her, holding her hand, but not saying anything.
âWhy wouldnât he have said anything to me about leaving? How could he just ... go?â
âI donât know. Even with everything heâs done, I was certain that what he felt for you would be enough to make him do the right thing.â
âMaybe he didnât really love me,â she said, looking at Tami.
âDonât think that way. He loved you. It was obvious. He just has problems he has to work through. Maybe he left because whatever in him that made him do all this stuff was getting worse, and maybe he realized it. Heâd leave without telling you, if he thought it was to protect you.â
I wouldnât have put my money on that. Several times heâd lashed out at Amanda when he couldnât get what he wanted. It seemed clear to me that, deep down, Josh was incredibly selfish, and only really thought about himself and getting what he wanted. Nothing else would fit with his behavior. I, however, would never say that to Amanda, who was really hurting.
âBut how do we know when heâs better? Will he come back for me?â
âIâm sure if he thinks heâs gotten over this, he will, sweetie,â Tami said.
She looked up at me and nodded her head for me to take off. Amanda was falling apart, and starting to cling to Tami in desperation. It was clear sheâd be breaking down completely any minute. My heart felt for Amanda, but I was glad I didnât have to be there for that. Not because I wouldnât have wanted to comfort her, but because Iâd already seen how she could switch from sadness to anger and back on a dime. It wasnât hard to see that, when she did, Iâd be back to being the target of her rage.
She couldnât go after Josh, who ultimately made the decision to leave, so sheâd go after me as the next best target. I donât she actually blamed me for all of Joshâs problems, but he certainly had; and that was enough for her to transfer her anger from him, to me.
I made myself scarce as Tami, and the rest of the girls tried to sooth Amandaâs anguish overhearing Josh hadnât been taken by someone else, or nothing nefarious had happened, but instead, heâd made the decision to leave and not tell her.
Of all the shitty things Josh had done during his self-destructive spiral over the last years; to me, this was the worst. He hadnât just hurt himself, but someone he was supposed to really care about. This was a new low, even for him.
I was up in my room cooling my heels, when the phone rang. Wanting to give the girls as much time as possible to help Amanda, I reached and answered it quickly, so that they wouldnât.
âCaspian?â Jonathan said after I answered.
He sounded excited and distracted, almost breathless, which was unusual for him.
âYeah?â
âItâs happening!â
âWhatâs happening?â I asked.
My mind was still partially on the girls downstairs, which kept me from jumping to the most likely answer to that.
âThe FBI! They're making their move. My friend told me a bunch of agents are headed to Alice right now. He couldnât tell me specifics, but I got the impression that they found a whole lot of dirt, and a lot of people are going on their list of warrants.â
âReally? Is RichardsâŚ?â
âThat my friend did confirm. He is definitely on their list.â
My mind reeled. This was it, it was all over. The danger weâd been under for more than a year, the need for protection, it was all coming to an end. I couldnât believe it.
âHow long?â
âSoon. No more than a couple of hours.â
âI want to call that journalist in Houston. I want enough of a public eye on this that he doesnât manage to wiggle out from underneath the charges.â
âI understand. Iâm on my way to town now, and will be there in under an hour. Iâll swing by and pick you up.â
âRight, see you then,â I said and hung up.
âZoe,â I yelled downstairs. âI need your help. Itâs an emergency.â
The sound of a small army banging up the stairs told me that Zoe wasnât the only one coming. This was confirmed seconds later when the whole group, including Amanda, burst through the door.
âWhat?â Zoe said, looking around anxiously.
My call, coming out of the blue and sounding much more animated thanks to my own excitement over the news, had sounded more serious than I would have intended.
âJonathan called. The FBI is moving. Today!â
âReally?â
We then proceeded to have the exact conversation I had with Jonathan, with me taking his part, and the girls collectively taking mine. Amanda seemed a little bewildered. She knew that there had been some assaults in the past, and heard enough to know that something was happening, but sheâd never heard the full details, before. To say the idea that weâd somehow been in contact with the FBI and there was a raid about to happen here in our small town blew her mind, would be a huge understatement.
âZoe, I need you to set up that untraceable deal we used when I called the reporter last time,â I said when we finished the twenty questions.
âYouâre telling a reporter?â Amanda asked.
âWe gave a guy a heads up, and enough info to start building a story. We told him something big would be coming. We want him there when they haul these guys out in handcuffs, so that the word gets out. We want to keep this from happening here, again.â
âI had no idea ...â she said quietly.
âOk, ready,â Zoe said after a minute.
She didnât have to do much to set it up, since she used the same setup as before, and just had to do her magic to make sure it remained untraceable.
âCity desk,â Dan Figeroa said when he answered.
âDan, this is ... the anonymous source that sent you the information about what was happening in Alice.â
âThe mystery man with so little information. I hope you have more for me than vague suggestions of corruption this time. I was able to corroborate some of it, but there isnât even close to enough for this to become a real story.â
âYouâll have a lot more, now. When we handed the information off to you, we also handed off information to the FBI, whoâs been looking into the group behind everything we told you about. In about two hours, there will be a very large raid in the town of Alice. Iâd suggest you hurry over here if you want to get the scoop on a very big story.â
âHow big is it? Iâll give you an FBI raid is notable, but arresting a bunch of small-town gangsters isnât going to make the news.â
âItâs not just gangsters. Local leaders, politicians, business owners, judges, and cops are going to be led off in handcuffs. Iâd be surprised if the whole city werenât under federal jurisdiction by the time everythingâs done.â
âHow sure of you about that? That sounds much bigger than what you gave me suggested.â
âWe left out some information from what we gave you that could identify my friends and me, so you didnât get the full scope. Itâs going to be that big. Feel free to call around and confirm some of it if you want, but itâs an almost two-hour drive from Houston, and I guarantee youâll want some perp walking pics.â
âHow can I get ahold of you for follow up information, or will you contact me again when this is all done?â
âNeither. Thisâll be the last time you hear from me. Good luck.â
I hung up without waiting for him to respond. Considering what I told him, I was a little concerned that I may have given away a bit too much. Knowing that there was information around that could lead to us, it might be enough for him to go looking for that information. That had been a mistake. Hopefully, heâd have his hand's full, reporting on the arrests to actively look into it.
The next two hours were agonizing as we waited for Jonathan to show up. My brain spent the entire time working through all the ways this could go wrong, or weâd get screwed, and nothing would happen to these people. Considering what we sent the Feds, that seemed unlikely, but weâd been disappointed plenty of times before, so there was no a reason to believe that this would be an exception.
As promised, Jonathan showed just before the two-hour mark, and waved us to the car. The girls elected to stay behind since we didnât know what Jonathan had in mind. Besides, we couldnât all fit in his car. Since there was no chance of leaving Jawarski behind, we both climbed into his car.
âWe should have just enough time,â he said as he backed out of the driveway.
âFor what?â
âTo see the perps walk. If we find a good place to wait, we can see both the restaurant where Richards holes up and the police station. Iâm fairly confident they have enough to clear out his people from the force.â
âDrive faster,â I said with a smile.
Seeing that pile of shit getting walked out of his clichĂŠ as hell Italian restaurant in handcuffs, would almost make up for all the bullshit he had put me through over the years. Almost.
There was a small park just near the courthouse that Jonathan pulled up to. There were already enough black SUVs parked in front of it, that it was clear something was going on. Looking down the other end of the street, I didnât see a whole lot of movement, so theyâd either grabbed Richards and taken him away or hadnât gotten to him yet.
My best guess was they hadnât gotten to him yet. The public corruption angle would be the biggest part of this, so theyâd go after the politicians first. Sure enough, after only a few minutes people started coming out of the courthouse.
First, a woman in a windbreaker that said FBI exited, followed a bunch more, each with their hand holding onto the arm of a person in handcuffs. I didnât recognize all of them, but some I did, including the deputy mayor. I hadnât even realized it had gotten to that level.
I also noticed a photographer came out with them, snapping pictures, while another man next to the photographer scribbled in his notepad. If I had to guess, that was Dan Figeroa, or at least I hoped it was. While I was glad someone was on it, and surely more would be showing up any minute, after giving the guy so little to start with, I hoped he was able to get the scoop.
I saw several agents pile into two SUVs without handcuffed prisoners, and pull down the street, stopping in front of the restaurant.
I couldnât help but smile.
I was a little taken aback when they came back out just moments after going in and started talking to each other. One pulled out a radio and started saying something into it.
âThat doesnât look good,â I said, looking at Jonathan.
âYeah. Let's head back to your house, and Iâll make some calls.â
I nodded, but frowned. If Richards had slipped away, it meant he'd been tipped off. There was also a good chance he knew I was somehow behind the raid on his little empire. That left some very troubling doors open.
