Chapter 724: Sara D Roosevelt Park
Monday, March 20th, Morning
To her, this was exciting, different from her everyday life. She got up, did her regular routine, and dressed as she went into the office, but a little more edgier as she did this informant/spy thing. Next, she ordered an UBER and walked to her favorite coffee shop, VLC. She picked up her order that she ordered at the same time as her UBER and waited for it.
Fallon Stafford watched out the window as the city passed by. She wondered if there was too much anticipation in this meeting. Fallon freely admitted she led a humdrum existence, except when she saw Grant, he broke the normal for her, and the chance to play informant/spy gave her a chance to be different; it was exciting. Fallon missed the thrilling days of her youth. She almost wore her sunglasses, Chastity Davis Specials, but with the posh pants, suit, and trench coat, it all seemed cliche. Fallon couldn't help but play Jamie Bond.
The UBER dropped her a few blocks from her destination. Fallon purposely walked those last few blocks to where she was headed and cursed the vanity of wearing high-heeled boots instead of her usual sneakers. She paused and looked at the mural by Eduardo Kobra called "27 Club". Shaking her head, Fallon walked on and into the park, Sara D. Roosevelt Park.
Fallon reflected that the Staffords were almost as long as the Roosevelts in New York. There had been business between the families, which she meant between the Staffords and all three branches of the Roosevelt family. To Fallon, they generally seemed to be good people, except for the cousin marrying thing, but to each their own. The Cove Neck, now the Village of Cove Neck, was not far from Fallon's family estate of Gracebourne on The Mill Neck, now the Village of Mill Neck; at one point, the Roosevelt family owned large parts of The Cove Neck, much of it Cousin Emlen, but the big name was Cousin Theodore. Fallon didn't know if she was related to the Roosevelts, not her direct line, maybe Elliott's, but not hers. Sara Roosevelt was the mother of Franklin, one of the more controversial Roosevelts. Fallon, like many New York kids, went up to Hyde Park to see Springwood, Franklin's family estate, and during the summer until she was a teenager, her dad would take her to picnic on the grounds of Sagamore Hill, Theodore's estate in Cove Neck, New York.
Fallon shook out of her reflections and looked around. She found the bench where they usually met. Fallon sat and looked around, only partially understanding the park thing. Of all the places to meet, why the park? Why this park? Why any park? It didn't help that the sun was shining in her eyes. Her Chastity Davis Specials were in her trench coat pocket, but she could slip them on and block out the sun. Fallon didn't do it because she thought it would be too cliche, so she sat and sipped at her coffee.
Hopefully, this would be interesting, and she could get the rush. The rest of her day would be boring as usual. Fallon had a meeting with one of the boards. The cost of doing business, but she'll do it. After all, for generations, the Staffords have done it. There are benefits to generational wealth, but Fallon was taught there was a duty that went with it.
Someone emerged from the morning glare and sat next to Fallon. He was holding a cup of coffee, wearing the stereotypical agent suit, trench coat, and sunglasses. Fallon cursed to herself and reached into her pocket to get her sunglasses.
Special Agent Shaun Fitch took care as he sat next to Fallon. "You could've worn your sunglasses," he said.
"Wouldn't that be cliche," Fallon asked.
"Better cliche than blind," Agent Fitch said, "Anyway, you've watched too many movies."
"So, why the park meeting?" Fallon asked.
"Out of the way, and I like Katz Deli," Agent Fitch said.
"So, this is some excuse to get corn beef?" Fallon asked.
"No, that's a benefit," Agent Fitch said.
"So, what is this about?" Fallon asked.
"We would like to thank you for your help, and the investigation will be moving to its next phase," Agent Fitch said.
"What does that mean?" Fallon asked.
"We're getting warrants," Agent Fitch said.
"That's good," Fallon said.
"Yes, it is," Agent Fitch said.
"Where is the but?' Fallon asked.
"Fallon, we know you're clean, but there are things. Things that have to be done a certain way," Agent Fitch said.
"Okay, so what are you telling me?" Fallon asked.
"Fallon, you're going to have to see the Federal Prosecutor," Agent Fitch said.
"What? Why? I reported this," Fallon said.
"It's crossing the I's and dotting the T's," Agent Fitch said.
"Wouldn't that be the other way around?" Fallon asked.
"It's the US Government," Agent Fitch said.
"Your employer," Fallon said.
"Your point?" Agent Fitch asked.
"Understandable," Fallon said.
"Yeah," Agent Fitch said.
"So, why do I have to see the prosecutor?" Fallon asked.
"That is best left to them to explain," Agent Fitch said.
"Are you sure?" Fallon asked.
Agent Fitch nodded, "Yes," he said.
"So, what am I to do?" Fallon asked.
"Keep doing what you're doing," Agent Fitch said, taking a sip of his coffee, "And get a lawyer."
"Is that all?" Fallon asked.
"Yes," Agent Fitch said, stood up, and looked down at Fallon, "I'll message you the details."
Fallon nodded, "Okay," she said.
"Thanks for coming out, Fallon," Agent Fitch said.
"You're welcome, so off to Katz?" Fallon asked.
Agent Fitch shook his head, "No, sadly, I'm not feeling it anymore," he said.
"I'm sorry," Fallon said.
"Don't worry about it," Agent Fitch said, walking away.
Fallon sighed and sipped her coffee. Now she had to call her lawyer. Fallon knew one thing and didn't need to be told that, never go into a lion's den unprepared. They could be calm, or they could be violent. That's what her lawyer is for, to be Fallon's lion tamer.
Fallon stood up and reached into her pocket, pulling out her smartphone. She ordered herself an UBER to get her to her office. Fallon nodded and waited; she walked back over to look at the "27 Club" Mural.
After finishing her coffee, Fallon tossed the cup away. Once notified, her UBER arrived; she found it and went to her office.