1 Everybody's busted
The phone rang once sharply I before Cutler picked it up. Kincaid had not called him and now he was getting very nervous.
" Hello!" he squeaked into the receiver.
" Mr. Cutler, We have a problem your colleague Mr. Kincaid has been arrested, you are going to have to finish our arrangement. I assure I will not take no for an answer." Graham said his cultured voice brooking no argument.
" The arrangement Mr. Graham?" Cutler questioned.
"Ms. Kilmann, I want the problem dealt with."
"Okay, Mr. Graham, I suppose the usual fee is in effect?"
"Yes, Mr. Cutler," Graham answered in an exasperated tone and hung up.
In Graham's home in his office he leaned back into the Italian leather chair and sighed. " Why do I put myself in these positions? Graham asked no one in particular.
Cutler knew just where to do it. Kilmann would be at the track today at three it was her habit to run ten miles there everyday. Villarreal had been practicing with him on the sniper rifle. This would be easy he hoped.
It was Twelve-thirty p.m., he didn't have a lot of time to get ready. He took the rifle out of his closet and loaded it in his SUV. He left in a hurry for the municipal track where Kilmann liked to run. There was a building on a hill just above the track. The building was a small concrete affair, probably an old maintenance shed.
He grabbed the rifle and a blanket out of the SUV and climbed on to the roof. Once there he unrolled the blanket, tested the wind speed and direction. He positioned the rifle for the optimum shot. As three rolled around he readjusted his sights and scope waiting for Valinda to arrive.
Valinda entered the park on time, she was wearing a gray sweatshirt with NAVY emblazoned across the chest and black wind pants. Cutler carefully took aim sighting her heart through the scope he followed her progress as she began to jog. He meticulously judged her position when the bullet would make impact as she moved.
His palms were sweating; he took a deep breath and held it, then released it. He took another breath aimed and on his exhale he fired. He saw the blood erupt from her chest as the bullet hit its mark. Cutler saw the look on her face thru the scope, she was in total shock while she was falling he packed up his gear and made his way to the ground.
He was putting the rifle away when he felt the gun in his neck.
"Freeze Cutler, Federal Agent. Put the rifle down." Donovan ordered.
" You're under arrest for Murder, attempted murder, conspiracy to commit murder, receiving a bribe, and what ever else I can think of to charge you and buddy with." Donovan said, holstering his weapon and cuffing Cutler.
Cutler did not resist Donovan, he was beaten and he knew he was not getting out of this one. He turned to see an SUV pull up and Kilmann climb out. She had a hand on her chest and a squib in the other. She walked up to him and threw the bloody thing at him. He was splashed with the fake blood; he would not meet her eyes.
"If you want to end this with some shred of dignity you will tell them everything they want to know." She hissed at him.
Valinda turned to Donovan as Jake was leading Cutler away rubbed her chest and grimaced in pain.
"God I hate being shot in the chest even if it is fake, what's the plan now?" she asked.
" Now we get Graham we have all the minor player's involved, courtesy Agent Cross. She took care of Weller earlier this morning.
Valinda and Donovan were in Swat gear; Graham would probably go down hard, and they were taking no chances. They Entered the glassed in Graham Industries two by two: Valinda and Donovan, Jake and Alex. Donovan took the lead as they blew by the secretary's desk. She immediately stood up and tried to stop them.
"You can't go in there! This is private property! Mr. Graham is in a meeting?" She growled at them angrily standing in front of Donovan barring their way.
Donovan looked down at the tiny woman standing between him and Graham. She stepped back a few steps under the intense pressure of his gaze.
"Federal Agent, This is a warrant of arrest for Vernon Graham. Now get out of my way." He said quietly leaning into her space. She gave way to the force of Nature Donovan seemed to be.
They all started at the gunshot from Graham's office. Donovan and Valinda barreled into the wood paneled office. They stopped just inside the doorway. The wall and painting behind the massive oak desk was covered in blood and brain matter.
"Damn! What a waste that was a beautiful Renoir; I hope that was a print." Valinda quipped a little smile on her face.
Donovan and Valinda traded looks. Jake and Alex just stared at the both of them.
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The phone rang once sharply I before Cutler picked it up. Kincaid had not called him and now he was getting very nervous.
" Hello!" he squeaked into the receiver.
" Mr. Cutler, We have a problem your colleague Mr. Kincaid has been arrested, you are going to have to finish our arrangement. I assure I will not take no for an answer." Graham said his cultured voice brooking no argument.
" The arrangement Mr. Graham?" Cutler questioned.
"Ms. Kilmann, I want the problem dealt with."
"Okay, Mr. Graham, I suppose the usual fee is in effect?"
"Yes, Mr. Cutler," Graham answered in an exasperated tone and hung up.
In Graham's home in his office he leaned back into the Italian leather chair and sighed. " Why do I put myself in these positions? Graham asked no one in particular.
Cutler knew just where to do it. Kilmann would be at the track today at three it was her habit to run ten miles there everyday. Villarreal had been practicing with him on the sniper rifle. This would be easy he hoped.
It was Twelve-thirty p.m., he didn't have a lot of time to get ready. He took the rifle out of his closet and loaded it in his SUV. He left in a hurry for the municipal track where Kilmann liked to run. There was a building on a hill just above the track. The building was a small concrete affair, probably an old maintenance shed.
He grabbed the rifle and a blanket out of the SUV and climbed on to the roof. Once there he unrolled the blanket, tested the wind speed and direction. He positioned the rifle for the optimum shot. As three rolled around he readjusted his sights and scope waiting for Valinda to arrive.
Valinda entered the park on time, she was wearing a gray sweatshirt with NAVY emblazoned across the chest and black wind pants. Cutler carefully took aim sighting her heart through the scope he followed her progress as she began to jog. He meticulously judged her position when the bullet would make impact as she moved.
His palms were sweating; he took a deep breath and held it, then released it. He took another breath aimed and on his exhale he fired. He saw the blood erupt from her chest as the bullet hit its mark. Cutler saw the look on her face thru the scope, she was in total shock while she was falling he packed up his gear and made his way to the ground.
He was putting the rifle away when he felt the gun in his neck.
"Freeze Cutler, Federal Agent. Put the rifle down." Donovan ordered.
" You're under arrest for Murder, attempted murder, conspiracy to commit murder, receiving a bribe, and what ever else I can think of to charge you and buddy with." Donovan said, holstering his weapon and cuffing Cutler.
Cutler did not resist Donovan, he was beaten and he knew he was not getting out of this one. He turned to see an SUV pull up and Kilmann climb out. She had a hand on her chest and a squib in the other. She walked up to him and threw the bloody thing at him. He was splashed with the fake blood; he would not meet her eyes.
"If you want to end this with some shred of dignity you will tell them everything they want to know." She hissed at him.
Valinda turned to Donovan as Jake was leading Cutler away rubbed her chest and grimaced in pain.
"God I hate being shot in the chest even if it is fake, what's the plan now?" she asked.
" Now we get Graham we have all the minor player's involved, courtesy Agent Cross. She took care of Weller earlier this morning.
Valinda and Donovan were in Swat gear; Graham would probably go down hard, and they were taking no chances. They Entered the glassed in Graham Industries two by two: Valinda and Donovan, Jake and Alex. Donovan took the lead as they blew by the secretary's desk. She immediately stood up and tried to stop them.
"You can't go in there! This is private property! Mr. Graham is in a meeting?" She growled at them angrily standing in front of Donovan barring their way.
Donovan looked down at the tiny woman standing between him and Graham. She stepped back a few steps under the intense pressure of his gaze.
"Federal Agent, This is a warrant of arrest for Vernon Graham. Now get out of my way." He said quietly leaning into her space. She gave way to the force of Nature Donovan seemed to be.
They all started at the gunshot from Graham's office. Donovan and Valinda barreled into the wood paneled office. They stopped just inside the doorway. The wall and painting behind the massive oak desk was covered in blood and brain matter.
"Damn! What a waste that was a beautiful Renoir; I hope that was a print." Valinda quipped a little smile on her face.
Donovan and Valinda traded looks. Jake and Alex just stared at the both of them.
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