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Chapter 8 Folded Piece of Paper

Friday Morning

Athena's House

12:35 am

Mac shook her head sadly as she maneuvered around things that had been thrown on the floor. Meanwhile, Harm made his way over to the desk in the far corner of the room.

Harm picked up a picture of Athena and Mac that had been thrown carelessly on the floor. "Whoever was here must have been looking for something."

"Do you think there could have been something else the organization wanted?"

"It's possible," Harm said. "Although from the looks of it they seemed pretty much after the disk."

"What did you think of Michael's reaction when I asked him about the disk?" Mac asked.

"He seemed like he had been hiding something," Harm said, as he handed Mac they picture of herself and Athena. "You two must have been good friends."

"Yeah...we were," she said, feeling her eyes become watery. "Is there anything on the computer?" She asked clearing her throat.

"Not that I can see....." Harm said, as Mac joined him, at the computer.

"Keep looking. You might find something."

Mac went to Athena's bedroom to look around. The room was just as messy as the living room was. Mac sat on the bed and looked around. It still puzzled her how Athena could have been involved with the Fang Organization. What would have made them want to kill her? Then her thoughts changed as she looked down at the picture in her hands, the picture was of them. It had been taken not to long ago. They had spent the day pampering themselves with shopping and a trip to the spa. Shopping bags had been in each of their hands when they had asked a passerby to take their picture. Mac sighed looking at the picture. She brushed her hand over the back of the frame, and as she did so she felt something stick out the back of it frame. 'What's that?' She thought removing a folded piece of paper. On the back of the paper, printed in Athena's handwriting were two words, Club Octagon.

"Take a look at this, Harm," Mac said showing him the piece of paper. "I found it sticking out of the picture frame."

"Club Octagon?" Harm read. "Why would Athena hide this?"

"My guess is it has something to do with why she was killed.

Meanwhile

Strikers Mansion

1:00 pm

"Ah company," Striker said, as Michael and Parkson were lead into his study by the butler. "What can I help you with?"

"We need to ask you a few simple questions," Michael said, flashing his police badge.

"I have a lunch meeting in 40 minutes but I have some extra time. Please have a seat." Striker was a man in his early thirties. He had sand brown hair, green eyes, and firm features.

"A car licensed by you was used yesterday as the escape vehicle for a terrorist organization." Michael said getting straight to the point.

"What? You're joking right?"

"Were serious," Parkson said.

"I don't know what to say," Striker said. "When did this happen?"

"Yesterday."

"My car had been stolen a few days ago...but I had no idea...." His voice trailed off.

"Did you file a report?" Parkson asked not believing him.

"Yes, but I haven't heard anything back yet." Parkson made a mental note to check the stolen car reports to see if his story checked out.

"Was anyone hurt?" He asked.

"That's confidential," Michael said. "Do you have any idea who stole your car?"

"No," he answered simply.

"Have any enemy's that would have stolen it?"

"Anyone running for Governor would have enemies. I say you try the other candidate. He wants to see me loose the election."

"One last question," Michael said. "Where were you yesterday morning around 11:00 am?"

"I was here, why? Are you suggesting that I had something to do with this?" He asked angrily standing up.

"We are not suggesting anything." Parkson said.

"We just want all the facts," Michael added. "Was there anyone here that could be a witness that you where here?"

"I was by myself," Striker said irritated. "I have a lunch appointment to get to, so if that's all I suggest you leave."

When the door had closed and the two officers had gone Striker picked up his phone and dialed an unlisted number.

When the person on the other line picked up, Striker said, "Johnny, change of plans."

Meanwhile, back at Athena's house......

"This could be the place the police have been looking for," Mac said excitedly. "This could be where the Fang Organization is working out of."

"A club?" Harm asked skeptically.

"Exactly, no one would expect a terrorist smuggling organization to operate out of a club.

"It's still a long shot, Mac." Harm said. "We have no proof."

Mac spotted a camera lying on the table and looked back at him. "Then let's get our proof."

End of chapter 8

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