Hello Folks I know it has been a while. Real life caught up with me for a bit. I had an inkling to finish this story and this series. Which I am calling the Evil Eyes Series. Two titles of my stories will change Stealing Innocence will change to Eyes of Innocence. Nightmares will change to Vanished From Our Eyes. Thanks for reading~ Amber
Ruthless Eyes Chapter 14
Frank did not know what to think. He had been told that Antonio Andolini had died in prison last year. Joe interrupted. "Nan hold on. I'm going to put you on speaker phone okay." Joe pushed a button then said. "Okay we are here."
"Andolini was not killed in prison he was moved under heavy guard to Leavenworth under an assumed name Vincent Bray. Andolini had supposedly agreed to turn states evidence for immunity. He was being transported with other prisoners. According to the US Marshalls there was an attack on the van and all but Vincent Bray were killed and he went missing. The Marshalls did not know he was a terrorist and have been hunting him as Vincent Bray. They were not informed of his real ID until this afternoon. The manhunt for Andolini is very massive and is a joint effort between the US Marshalls, FBI, and CIA. We don't know where he is. But given his MO from his previous history I'd say he is likely planning something and used William Todd as his smoke screen. We think that Andolini has been promoted to leader of the assassins. Agent Gray has been moved to the CIA along with some of the other original agents that worked with him in the Network."
"Unbelievable." Frank exclaimed.
"Frank…I'm so sorry. I had no idea. But I am heading to New York for a briefing. They want Fenton to come as well to provide some insight. They wanted you and Joe but I told them that was not going to happen."
Fenton nodded. "I'll leave tonight. When is the briefing?"
"800 hours New York Branch."
"I'll be there." Fenton said.
Joe nodded. "Keep us posted Nan." He disconnected the phone and there was a long painful silence. Joe was eyeing his brother warily. He was on the brink of exploding. Joe could see the internal struggle in Frank's eyes. He could see the flash of anger, his mouth set in a thin line. He saw him take several deep breaths and knew that he was struggling to maintain control. He and Fenton both waited him out. Frank could not afford to lose control now. When he opened his eyes they could see the controlled fury in his eyes but it was not at flashpoint. He spoke with determined calm. "We are going to have to warn everyone to be careful and never go anywhere alone. There is no telling with Andolini will do. I can't handle anything else right now. I can't."
Joe nodded. "We know brother. We won't let them get any closer. We'll find a way."
"I'll go to New York and find out what the FBI has."
"Just be careful dad." Joe said. "We don't have a line on them yet and we have no idea what they are planning."
"I will same goes for you two."
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Luke could not concentrate. Mr. Weber's words were going in one ear and out the other. All he could think about was his family. His poor sister, his brother being suspended, his mom, and his dad. What on earth was going on? His mind kept going back to the conversation that he and Matt had the night before regarding their mother and the thwarted terrorist plot. These girls being molested and raped seizing the media spotlight. How this group had almost reigned havoc on the south by changing the course of the Mississippi River. What if all these child kidnappings were a smoke screen like before. Plus Chloe's assailant just happened to be Jerry Todd's son the man that had killed his maternal grandparents and almost killed him before he was even born! What was it that his grandfather always said. 'There is no such thing as coincidence.'
"Mr. Hardy, what is the difference between anatomy and physiology?"
Someone tapping his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts. He stammered. "Sorry what was that Mr. Weber?"
The teacher frowned but repeated his question. Luke answered. "Anatomy is the study of the structure and relationship between body parts. Physiology is the study of the function of the body parts and body as a whole"
"Very good. We will be discussing this in more detail tomorrow tonight for homework be sure to complete your vocabulary and write a short summary about histology." The bell rang and all the students sprang.
Luke gathered his things and was determined to leave in an expedited fashion. He did not hear his girlfriend approach. "Hey."
He looked up. "Hey."
She narrowed her eyes. "You missed the whole lecture. I could tell you were in another world. Aliens could have invaded and you would not have noticed."
He took her hand and they left class together. "I know. Did I miss anything important?"
"You missed the detailed discussion the organization of living systems. Did you turn in your summary on that what about your vocabulary?"
"Ah hell!"
Tiffany soothed him. "Give it to me. I'll take it to him. He may be miffed if you take it. You can go call your mom from the car. Could give me a ride to mom's work? Daddy needs my car because his broke down. He is still in New York on the field trip with Ruth's class."
Luke kissed her. "Thanks! And you don't have to ask."
Tiffany went back to Mr. Weber's classroom. She was about to go in but she heard him speaking in German. That was odd. She never knew he spoke German. She was fascinated. Luckily for her this was her fourth year studying it. Not to mention her mother's mom was German and she spent two summers with her and learned the language. Not wanting to interrupt she listened. "Er schien abgelenkt." (He seemed distracted.) There was a pause. "Kein seinem Bruder wurde von der schule suspendiert." (No his brother was suspended from school.) Tiffany frowned why was her teacher discussing her boyfriend's brother? "Ich werde Sie Auf dem Laufenden Herr Todd." (I'll keep you informed Mr. Todd.) Okay…that was suspicious. Tiffany looked down the hall and saw a friend from the cheerleading squad. She quickly approached her. "Sierra! Can you do me a favor?"
The girl beamed. "Yeah! What is it?"
Tiffany handed the papers to Sierra. "Can you take these to Mr. Weber? My boyfriend dropped them and I just got an emergency call from my mom."
Sierra nodded. "Of course!"
"Thanks!"
Tiffany took off at a run. She ran smack into Owen Johnson a member of the lacrosse team and copy editor of the school paper. "Oof!" They both fell backwards. He onto his butt and her flat on her back. Tiffany's head hit the concrete floor and her book bag fell across the floor. But she was seeing stars and her breath had left her. Owen was quite pissed. "What the fuck Tiffany can't you watch where you are going?"
Tiffany tried to sit up but her head spun and she wheezed. "Shut…up…Owen." Why did it have to be Chris Vance's best friend? He was just as bad as Chris in the jerk department!
"Here let me help you." Before Tiffany could say a word in protest he picked up her book bag and dumped the contents. "Oops! Sorry!"
Tiffany gagged but managed to retort. "Oh thank you! Never mind that I feel like I'm going to throw up!"
Owen laughed. "You preggers? Your dad will have a field day!"
She didn't hear someone else in the hallway. "Break it up!"
Tiffany tried to stand at the voice it was Coach Biff Hooper. But all she could do was get on all fours and that was when she lost the battle with her stomach. She threw up all over Owen's designer shoes.
His face turned red and Tiffany was sure if the Coach hadn't been there he would have kicked her. Instead he snapped. "You whore bitch!"
Tiffany managed to sit up and lean her head against the lockers. "Told you I was going to throw up."
Biff knelt down beside her. "Are you alright Tiffany?"
"My head hurts."
Biff looked up and saw his son. "AJ! Get the nurse now!"
"Yes sir!" He turned and ran down the corridor.
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Luke was talking to his mother. "How are Chloe and Matt?"
"They are fine hon. Are you coming?"
"As soon as I get Tiffany."
He hung up and looked at his watch. Tiffany should have been here by now. He got out of the car and headed back to the anatomy class room. He saw Tiffany on the floor leaning against the lockers with Coach Hooper and the Mrs. Holland the nurse beside her. Mrs. Holland was holding an icepack to the back of Tiffany's head. He ran over. "Tiffany? Are you alright? What happened?"
"I ran into Owen Johnson. He fell on his butt and I fell flat on my back…hit my head. He dumped my book bag all over the floor the little shit! But then I threw up on his designer shoes."
The nurse said. "You need to be looked at. You probably have a concussion."
Luke nodded. "I'll take her. I'm going to the hospital anyway." He picked her up in his arms.
Tiffany smiled at him. "You are enjoying this way too much."
Luke chuckled. "Yes I am."