Chapter 12

"One name…. that is still all we have to go on. Frank Jawton and that wasn't much use. When Charlie was given that name it was clear he didn't recognize it. The man probably has a thousand names in every country in the world." Simmons sipped her cup of steaming coffee while Don stared at the table top.

"Where did you get THAT name?"

Simmons cleared her throat wondering how much information she could give him before ending up with her own head on a spit.

"You have to give me something."

"An agent for the… well an agent infiltrating …. a particular terrorist cell in Syria found out about an offer to but some sensitive material about a presidential visit… somewhere… he made some connections. The man he bought the information from gave the name Frank Jawton. The…. Well the agency involved traced the information back through Jawton's computer… and it fell at your brother's door step. Jawton fled the country before they could contain him. All we have is a sketchy description."

"You won't give me anymore or there is no more?"

"You know about the famous spirit of cooperation between agencies, I've had more doors slammed in my face then I'd care to count. The only reason the FBI is in this at all is your brother… and you by association. With the exception of a few unnecessary details you now know everything they told me."

Don rested his forehead on his palm, "That's worse than I thought."

"Your telling me?"

"Well, we now know something else too. In all likelihood I am being used as one of their pawns now."

"You think they got Charlie into this by threatening your life?"

"Well… I don't think it started off their. But that seems to be where we are now. Charlie seemed to think the stakes had risen. He seemed more determined to keep things quiet after I told him about the shooting. Does that even make any sense?"

"Not to me… but then I haven't been able to make much sense of any conversation I have had with your brother."

Don smiled slightly, "I need to check in with someone… I'll be right back."

"If you are calling Miss Ramanujan or Dr. Fleinhardt I am curious as well…"

Don shook his head, "I get it… no more secrets."

Don flipped open his cell phone and searched in its memory for Amita's number, it was answered on the third ring.

"Amita? This is Don did you find out anything on the…"

"We found a few files about some cases he was working on for you," Amita began not waiting for Don to finish. Sometimes Don forgot that Amita shared Charlie's love for mathematics. Although she was no where near Charlie's level she could easily get involved in a problem, her rate of speech was starting to sound more like Charlie everyday.

"It's taking us forever to go through them since they are not sorted by dates or even open and closed cases. Many of them I recognize and Terry was able to help us out with most of the rest. There is one here that is a little strange."

Amita finally stopped for a breath and Don could hear Larry on the other end of the phone, "It hasn't been updated in 2 months though so it is unlikely to be related."

"What is it?" Don asked.

"That's the thing, it is mostly a list of names. Fifteen names to be exact. Terry says she recognizes some of them hang on…"

The next voice Don heard was Terry's, "I know at least three of them are FBI agents. A couple of others look familiar, maybe Secret Service. I read about one of them in the paper a few months back. Don… I can't be sure yet, but I think that all these agents are dead."