Chapter THREE - This isn't a Class C Interrogation

Flashback to Jamie's interview with Efrim Beamon

Jamie King threw his bag on the bed of his hotel room and started taking off his tie. He got into town late and wasn't scheduled to talk to Beamon until the morning. He threw his tie on the chair and walked over to the fridge. He was hoping there was something in there that was strong. He grabbed two of the mini bottles and walked over to the counter and filled up a cup with some ice. He was grateful that he stopped by the ice machine before he went to his room. He poured both bottles into the little cup and walked over to the couch. He sat down and took a sip of his drink. He sighed as he leaned his head back.

He didn't want to be there. He was supposed to be with his family celebrating his sister's upcoming wedding. He was the best man after all. He shook his head and opened his briefcase and pulled out the file regarding Beamon. He figured he would look over everything once or twice before his meeting in the morning. As he thumbed through the pages, his cell phone started ringing.

"Hello, King here"

"James Joseph King! What in Sam Hill do you think you are doing?" It was Jamie's mother, Amanda. Damn it Jamie thought. Dad must have cracked. He knew that his father couldn't hide much from Amanda. He knew only too well that Amanda Stetson was a legend when it came to Class C interrogations.

" Hey Mom. I am not sure I know what you are talking about? What do you think I am doing?"

"Don't you try and play cute with me, young man. I am still your mother AND I have a higher clearance than you. Don't you forget that! What possessed you to go talk to Efrim Beamon? After everything that he's done to our family!"

Jamie tried to wave his mother off. "Look, Mom, this came from Francine. I can't say no to this. Apparently Beamon has been asking to talk to me for months. I promise I will go in there, talk to the bastard and then come straight home. I can't miss out on Jennifer's wedding festivities! I know this. I promise I will be on a plane tomorrow night. Please Mom. Let me do this. Okay?"

Amanda Stetson sighed and said "Okay. Okay. I can take a hint. Your father gave Jennifer some excuse about you planning something for her honeymoon….that's where you disappeared to. I don't like this one bit Jamie. Something about Efrim just has me on edge. It has been since we caught him. Promise me you will be careful."

Jamie chuckled and said "I will Mom. I promise. I will call you and Dad once I get done okay? I am headed to bed. I will talk to you tomorrow. Okay? Bye Mom"

Amanda said her goodbyes and hung up the phone. Jamie tossed his phone on the coffee table and continued to read the file on Beamon as he finished his much needed drink.

The next morning, Jamie got ready and headed towards the Lewisburg Prison. He got in his rental car and drove to the prison. He entered the gates and looked at the line of trees that led him to the front doors. He parked his car and walked towards the entrance. He flashed his badge and the guard nodded.

"Oh! So they finally sent you from the Bureau, huh? This guy Beamon has been hounding the Warden for months to get you up here."

Jamie huffed "Do you have any idea what this asshole wants with me?"

The guard shook his head. "I don't know buddy, but man has this guy been insistent that you come talk to him."

Jamie had his weapon checked in with the guard and he said "Well, I just want to get this over with and done. I have a wedding to get home too."

The guard smiled at him "Yours?"

Jamie chuckled "Nope. Married once and cured forever….this is my little sister. She's also my partner."

"Yeah, we heard that your family is all about the spy business. Your parents are legends." The guard shrugged his shoulders. " Word travels, man. Plus that Beamon guy won't shut up about you all." The guard handed Jamie a visitor's badge and directed him where to go. "Good Luck man. I hope you get the answers you need."

Jamie said thanks and headed in the direction the guard sent him. He walked into a small meeting room that didn't look much different than one of the interrogation rooms at the Bureau. Jamie sat down and looked out the windows. The trees around the prison were blowing in the breeze. Jamie heard the door open and a guard walked in along with Efrim Beamon. Jamie thought to himself how old and pathetic Beamon now looked. Prison didn't look good on him. Beamon was shackled and handcuffed and was wearing a navy blue jumpsuit. He was escorted by the guard and once he sat down the guard handcuffed him to the table and the floor. They wanted to make sure that Beamon wasn't going anywhere. The guard looked at Jamie and said "If you need anything, I am right on the other side of that window." Jamie nodded.

He looked over at Beamon who was smiling at him. Jamie shifted in his chair and he cleared his throat.

"Okay Beamon, what's this all about?"

Beamon stared at the younger man and started his ramble. "Well...well...well. They finally let another King into the Agency. I knew that Desmond would allow you to join. I am a bit surprised that your parents allowed it. They were so quick to walk away from things when it got…interesting."

Jamie took a deep breath "Look asshole. I am a grown man and I made my own decisions. My parents have no say in what I do. What they did back in the day has nothing to do with me. So, you dragged me here. What is so life shattering that you had to tell me? I would like to go home. I do have a life outside the Bureau and would like to get back to it and not have to deal with scum like you."

Beamon threw his head back and laughed "I swear you are more like Stetson than I realized. I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad one."

"Cut the crap Beamon. What do you want?"

Beamon smiled at Jamie ``I want you to get me out of here." It was Jamie's turn to laugh. "Now why in the world would I do that?"

Beamon smirked at Jamie "Well, if you help me get out of here on good behavior then I will tell you what my next move will be. You think that this is finished. Well, it's not. I have another contact that Stetson would have never guessed about. The longer I stay here…well lets just say that he will finish what I started. He has a different ax to grind when it concerns your parents. I did my research, Jamie. I searched high and low for others that wanted to take down the infamous Scarecrow and Mrs. King." Beamon leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow.

"So you have a little chat with Frannie and Dr. Smyth and get me out of here. I have been a model prisoner and I think I deserve to be released. I think it will be in your best interest to get me out of here."

Jamie jumped up and walked over to Beamon. He pointed a finger at him and shoved it in Beamon's chest.

"I am telling you this right now, Beamon. You stay away from my family. You aren't going anywhere. I don't know what game you think you are playing but this ends today. You hear me. Stop trying to contact me. I don't care what Francine says. I am not coming back here and I am sure as hell not getting you out of here. You can rot in here for all I care! You deserve worse after what you did to my family! I AM just sorry my bullet missed your head." Jamie turned to bang on the window. The guard came in and asked Jamie if everything was okay.

"NO its not. This dumbass literally asked me to help get him out of here on good behavior! This is what he's been bitching about for months? And he says his plan isn't finished! What the hell? I have wasted my time coming here! Get him out of my sight!"

Jamie ran his fingers through his hair as the guard released Beamon from the chair and floor. Jamie was pacing back and forth trying to calm himself down. Thoughts of what Beamon could still plan haunted him and he tried to push them away. He took a deep breath once Beamon and the guard were out of the room. He grabbed his bag, retrieved his gun from the guard and headed out of the prison. He stopped just long enough to hand the main gate guards his visitors badge. He sprinted to his car and got in. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. What more could Beamon possibly do? Who would be willing to help him? How many enemies did his parents have? He kept thinking about it over and over. He knew that when it came to Efrim Beamon that anything was possible. He just didn't want to believe it.