Chapter 5

I opened the file labeled: Bristow, Jonathan D. (Jack). The information was short and to the point. Details on all of dad's family. All of his brother's and sisters were still living. His father passed away 4 years ago from cancer and his mother just last year from pneumonia. Everything seemed good until I got to the page on Caitlin Woodward. I

Caitlin Woodward, age 52, single, DOB: September 27, 1953; Head, Neurology, Victoria Hospital, London, Ontario, Canada

Children: 2 (Twins) Jonathan Donahue Bristow, Alexis Grace Bristow; Age 12 DOB: February 18, 1993

Father: (Deceased, age 42) Jonathan Donahue Bristow 3/16/50-6/17/92

I really don't know how many times I read those last two lines. I have a brother and sister; dad has two more children that he doesn't even know about. The only thing that I could think of was that my dad was going to be getting the biggest betrayal of his life. This information was going to kill him.

I decided that I wasn't going to show him the information on his family. He would totally freak and emotionally I couldn't deal with him breaking down in front of me, maybe after I have the baby, but now my hormones were insane.

Chase and I discussed the information on both my father and his family. She had arranged a meeting with only his brothers and sisters and Caitlin. It was going to be in a CIA branch in Ontario. I'm assuming yet another division. I didn't bother to ask. At this point I really didn't care. She proceeded to tell me that she contacted each individually with both a certified letter, followed up by a phone call this morning.

Wednesday afternoon was the day. They would know the truth about dad and me. That he and I were both very much alive.

Monday afternoon dad got called to a meeting at Langley. The timing actually was very good. I just needed to figure out how I was going to get him to Canada on Wednesday evening, without him being suspicious.

On the flight to Canada, Chase instructed me that she would facilitate the meeting and I wouldn't even be in the room until everyone had a chance to review the files we put together. Dixon would be going for both moral support for me and as my former partner at SD-6. He would share limited information on the organization to give them all an idea as to what dad was involved in.

Tuesday, evening I scouted out the town. I rented a car and drove around. The city was nice. Not nearly busy as LA. I drove by dad's old high school. There were tons of people at the soccer game that was going on. Up the street was the junior high school. The school where Jonathan and Alexis went. There was a football game going on. I decided to park the car and check it out. I made sure I had my Boston Red Sox cap on and my sunglasses. I didn't want to risk being spotted by anyone. I found a seat in the bleachers up top so I could scan the crowd. People were starting to fill the tiny stands. About 15 feet below me was a man that was I almost positive to be my dad's brother Thomas. He was the closest brother in age to my dad. I believe he was about 65. He was a bit shorter than dad, his hair was totally white, and he had a bit of a belly. I double checked my surveillance photos to confirm my suspicions. Shortly after that a younger woman, with long black hair sat next to him. She couldn't have been more that 5 feet tall and a 110 pounds. Absolutely beautiful. Caitlin. For fifty-two she didn't look a day over 35. Single woman with twins, I guess I need to suck it up being that I'm only have one child. I respect this woman. It had to be tough raising two kids on her own.

Shortly after the team came on the field, I saw the jersey, "Bristow" big number 7 on the back. Another quarterback in the family. I only watched 2 quarters of the game and caught some of the half-time band before I snuck out. I bought a program to read over when I got back to the bed and breakfast. Walking out I noticed a young girl sitting with some cheerleaders talking. She had her arm in a sling. I flipped through my photos and pinned her as Alexis. She must be a cheerleader. I flipped through the program and found her picture. Sure enough she was. Injury from a back-hand-spring? I chuckled. I always wanted to be a cheerleader. But was a band geek instead.

I need to get back to the Bed and Breakfast we were staying at. It was almost 8 pm. Only 4 LA time, but I needed to collect my thoughts and call dad. His plane should be in shortly and I'm sure he's going to have a million questions as to where I am exactly.