"COTH!"

"Suilad, Brennil Locksley,
Im tietho cened,es nin beriorgen,en harathad cenedral berio, edraith nin belthor. A baug Dir,es dolen unaer gulas.
Cened'll tis Dir adelnin bagulir et bior he es delu. Heni tis Nin brennil ethir fol tis dir hin es bragol ben a faer, hin es enfirion. Cenedre es Coth Nin belthor es Malcolm Janus! Brennil Galahadeon." The letter arrived On Janus's Desk three weeks after Mirand Ellis's funeral.
Malcolm Janus looked at the copy of the Letter and the address where it had been sent. A cherokee reservation? This didn't make much sense. Who did Miranda Ellis know among that people? The translation was clearly a call for vengence. So finding out who She had sent this messege to was important! She had hired someone to kill him! His men had lost the young Cherokee boy, who had taken the letter out of Mansville They had done everything they knew to try and find him. But when they did the letter had already been passed to who ever it was intended for. He had no idea what to expect or who to be looking for.
he tried to think of any one she had been friends with in college, boarding school, even summer camp, who might be such a threat. He could think of no one! He had to appear unafraid, But this threat was very real. He had to feel respect for The deceased Daughter of Senator Ellis and in the simple audacity she'd had to send such a message. It was bold and a very clear signal that even in death she would not allow him to escape what ever justice she could deal out! He sighed and shook his head his men had nothing to go on His spies in the city, had noted no one on any known killer for hire lists that was of The Cherokee Nation. Which meant that this person was good at their Job as an assassin. It was time to worry!

forty eight hours later Greg is sitting in a session of Congress and he was looking over the day's agenda when the letters begin to shift and he sees a message take form.

"One Ring to rule them all One ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them." His head ached as he tried to shake off that feeling of unease he had, When ever something like this had happened. "What has Johnny Smith been seeing about you?" The voice asked. "Miranda told me do you want to know what he saw?" The whisper asked. "Smith told her and Janus killed her, to keep you from finding out." It said.
"Don't believe me? Smith gave her a journal, of those visions Janus hasn't found it yet I have it, Would you like me to read a few pages?" the whisper teased. "Maybe would you like to know about the child that Janus Killed, Your child!" the whisper continued.

"Get out of my head!" He thought and he mentally pushed the strange voice away.
But it just went silent. "I could do what I was sent to do." The whisper warned.
"I could drop you where you stand, if it weren't that I made a solemn promise to your beloved! I would have But she made me swear to give you a fair chance to turn away from this path." Stillson looked up at the gallery above searching the faces seeing one of Janus's men watching him closely he felt a chill beginning in his chest. "Yesss, Preciousss," The voice in his head continued,"Johnny Smith saw what they intend to do."

Stillson sat there fighting to keep composure. But the final hour of the session passed and Greg finally made it back to his office. He looked at the reservation Janus had made For him at the Secluded Resort He took this and the plane ticket and left. But as he got closer to Maine he felt the need to know about the child Miranda had been carrying grow deeper. stopping in Cleaves Mills, He went and found the autopsy report for Miranda and true God's word Greg Found that Miranda had been pregnant! But not by Johnny Smith. The age of the fetus, It was too far along for it to be From a night of infedelity.
Greg felt a terrible emptiness creep over him. He left the coroner's office, He began to think about what might be going on. He reached the Resort right on time Janus had a very pretty and willing female operative waiting on him at the door.Greg looked at the surround then went inside the cottage he had been assigned by the front desk. "All very cozy and Private." Something in his mind whispered "So why do I feel we're being watched". Greg looked at the Woman but instead went out to take a walk,...Alone. He needed to think.
about what was happening. Even a sociopath, wasn't a complete fool, And Greg Stillson was getting angry. While he was out there The whisper was gone too. Something wasn't right about that voice it sounded too plausible. But then he noticed something a black hard bound book under a bush outside the cottage Johnny and Miranda Were supposesed to have been in. "It can't be," He thought. But he picked it up, Then looking around he went into the main house of the Inn. He saw a couple of Janus's men in the lobby and went up to them. "If you give that book to them, you'll never know why your beloved fiancee,and your child had to die!" The whisper told him. Greg looked at it and then walked into the Library room where he was alone. The goons had been told to stay invisible. He found a hidden corner and opened the journal.

Johnny Smith was enjoying his vacation. Being in a very quiet little cabin in the woods with a few good books and a fishing pole, He was sitting enjoying the peace and quiet.
He had to admit the fishing here was pretty good too. There was a nice hiking trail that led to a spectaular veiw. It was a very nice day warm for the time of year, and it was peaceful there. One of Janus' goons watched him as he took in the veiw of the valley below. "It will always be here just as you see it now." Something whispered in his mind.
Johnny looked out across the valley and sighed. "You set out to save the Shire and it has been saved. " Johnny looked at the trees he knew the man was there and only needed one word from Janus and it would be over. He had come up here alone and had been going down a path to the right off of this one. Johnny smiled as he watched the sun set behind the pass to the west.

He would often sit here for hours. He knew the goons were there and wondered what they were waiting on. He remembered his vision about the election posters and Walt wasn't taking the case very seriously Until the attempt to kidnap JJ was thwated by a chance meeting with Johnny's niece. This told the Sheriff Greg Was taking this seriously enough to harm innocent people. Johnny later had another visit from Malcolm Janus, Who ever This was had money and a perfect plan, and a perfect fall guy. Johnny sat looking out over the valley. At least he had chosen where he'd die. The goons watched him. They had no idea what he was doing but when the time came He'd at least have a choice. He figured after Miranda's death he was next on Janis' List. and having spotted the goons He thought they were just waiting for the order to kill him. The fact that Janus was delaying things didn't bother him that Much. He shook his head Since then Walt had moved him here, and sent Sarah and JJ out of state. Johnny looked at the surround. Bruce had elected to visit his mother at her new home in Colorado. Johnny had felt something had begun to happen not just between him and Bruce, but the rest as well. Sarah hadn't wanted him to touch her and she was very pregnant. Walt was happy, and very protective of her and JJ. Maybe now that Sarah had finally chosen he should just quietly leave them alone. Though he still had contact with JJ, and was very happy to know the boy, and was proud of him, THe psychic felt the deepening rift and felt that if he didn't find a way to just quietly leave on his own it would end painfully for everyone. and he had no intention of causing pain to those he cared for. He was alright with Janus killing him. It solved a lot of problems, such as where he would go, and how would he survive. He knew that all that lay ahead other wise was a long unending road with his ablities driving him from place to place. He blinked as his vision blurred. looking down on the only home he had ever known and thinking about this made him feel tired.
He rose slowly and went back to the cabin. The goons followed. It wouldn't be tonight.
He just went to bed, feeling Unable to eat.
Miles away at the Lester Cunninham Resort, Greg Stillson, looked up at the fading sunlight shining on the water. He thought about what he had read, and wondered Why Janus wanted him out of his hotel. He decided to take a drive the next morning. He tried to put the strange whispers out of his head but so far they had led him to the journal, and to why Janus had wanted Miranda killed. Johnny had known all along that Janus and whoever was behind The power Broker would pick him for their plans. But with what he had read in that journal, He felt a deep fear filling his mind. "They don't plan to put Greg in the White house but make him a second to their man." The journal read like some work of fiction, and a real page turner at that. Greg read the vision where Johnny had met Miranda at the Inn where they had spent the night He now knew the two hadn't slept together Hadn't had sex. There was no way that had happened. "Miranda is Pregnant! With Stillson's Baby." The journal had said. "And there's no way for me to save them." It was here that Greg Closed the Book He slept in the library instead of returning to his room, and the present Janus had offered him. The couch there was very comfortable.Then he got a light breakfast, and drove back to Washington. When he returned he found out from a maid that Janus had the suite searched. "They didn't find what they were looking for," She told him. "I over heard them saying something about IT not being there." She added. Greg looked at the book in his hand, and then looked at the closed door of his hotel suite. "He wants it Janus wants the preciousss. But we can't let him have it." The whisper said. Greg agreed. And after a shower and some lunch He called Janus to guage his reaction. "Greg Where are you"
The power broker asked. "I'm at my hotel in DC." Stillson replied. "But I was told"
"Yeah I did, but that place was too gothic, and cold for my taste and right now I need something less dull." Greg said. "So I left." Janus went silent for a moment. "What are you're plans Then ?" Janus asked. " I just thought I hang out in DC, play tourist for a few days." Greg replied more silence. "Well then have fun." Janus said calmly. Greg looked at the Far side of the intersection and saw Johnny Smith standing there blood on his shirt, then a van passed and he was gone. Greg had to pull over after that. He knew that he had just seen a ghost! and that scared him. The ghost of Johnny Smith! Johnny just stood there looking at him sadly until the van blocked him from veiw. Then he was gone. Greg never thought he'd feel pity for Smith if Janus decided to kill him, but seeing the look in those eyes the expression on Smith's face, it wasn't angry or sad it was peaceful. Greg went and turned on the news, Sure enough A reporter was telling the World about the murder of Johnny Smith. " The sheriff had thought he had selected a safe house for his long time friend,But this morning Smith missed a check in call. And a deputy was sent out to check on him. THe cabin was empty. during a search of the area Sheriff's deputies found Smith in the dry form behind me with gunshot wounds to the chest and head.
No details are being released at this time but The penobscot County Sheriff Walt bannerman said that Johnny Smith was one of their own and revealed that he had feared that there was a leak in his department since the Rachel Caldwell case a year ago. "Who ever this was has betrayed one of our own. John wasn't official but was there, when he was needed. Which is what I expect of all of my team." Bannerman said. The reporter returned. "Reverend Eugene Purdy founder of the Faith Heritage alliance had no comment citing that he was waiting for the Sheriff's investigation to be completed before making any statement. With the recent arrival in Cleaves Mills of Former Texas Ranger Pat Riley, It's been suggested that Bannerman might be considering asking her to join his department. If she does the leak who Betrayed Johnny Smith is going to be history.