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One of their cell phones was ringing, but Sean didn’t know which it was. Amanda jumped from her bed, entered Sean’s room and answered it without regard for which of them it belonged to. Glancing at the clock beside the bed, Sean saw that it was only 3AM. Whether it was his phone or Amanda’s that rang, any call at this time of the morning couldn’t be good news. He propped the pillows behind his shoulders and leaned against the headboard waiting, and listening to Amanda as well as the thunderstorm outside the hotel.
‘Hello Mickey,’ Amanda said once she realized who was calling. ‘No, I tried to get to the phone before it woke Sean. I couldn’t tell whether it was my phone or his that was ringing. Just a moment and I’ll give the phone to Sean.’
As she crawled in bed beside him and handed him the phone, Amanda laid her head against his chest and put her arms around him. She too knew that the call could not be good news, and she wanted to hold Sean in preparation for what he was about to hear.
Sean took the phone in one hand and began running the fingers of his other hand through Amanda’s hair. It was slightly tangled from her sleep, so he took great care to avoid any snags that might pull her hair and cause discomfort for her.
‘What’s up Mickey?’ Sean asked once Amanda was settled.
‘Sheriff Smith was killed tonight,’ Mickey announced without preamble. ‘He was being held in seclusion at his own County Jail, but when one of the US Marshals went to check on him about an hour ago he was found dead with a shank in his ear.’
‘Any ideas who got to him?’ asked Sean.
‘Not yet, but the only prisoner who had access to him is a 73 year old jail trustee with arthritic hands. The Marshals have reviewed surveillance videos and only saw one deputy approach the hallway to the Sheriff’s cell. They can’t see the deputy’s face, but they can tell he is black, and there are not currently any African American deputies employed in the jail with the Seminole County Sheriff’s Office.’
‘Did the Sheriff implicate anyone else before he was killed?’ Amanda raised her head when Sean said this. He patted her head and she returned it to his chest.
‘He was still working on a deal with the FBI and the US Attorney for his cooperation. A meeting was scheduled for the morning where the Sheriff was to be granted limited immunity for his testimony. There may be a leak in the investigation, or the leaders of this conspiracy could simply not be taking any chances with loose ends. The fact that the suspect is black points to the same group that the traders were going to meet with being involved in taking Sheriff Smith out.’
‘What about the film crew?’ asked Sean.
‘Their protection has been increased at the hospital, but they don’t seem to be a threat based upon their lack of knowledge beyond the purchase of Amanda. All of their dealings were through the internet with an anonymous party and over the phone with Sheriff Smith.’ Mickey paused before continuing, ‘I told you earlier that Sheriff Smith had called the cell phone for the film crew after he had received a call from Tom Folsom. Later today Tom Folsom called the Sheriff’s cell phone again, but when it was answered by one of the National Park Police officers, the call was immediately disconnected. This was followed within minutes by a call from Tom Folsom to the cell phone for the film crew. He again disconnected as soon as the same officer answered the phone.’
‘That pretty much seals the connection between Folsom and at least the sale of Amanda to the film crew. Is there anything to tie him to the shipment of girls?’ asked Sean.
‘Nothing solid yet,’ said Mickey. ‘When FBI agents went to Folsom’s house this evening to question him, they found he wasn’t home. A cursory check of flights out of Nashville tonight shows Tom Folsom and Kimberly Morris taking a flight to Atlanta. We have his rental car information, but so far we have not located them.’
‘That in itself seems to implicate Folsom further,’ said Sean.
‘I agree,’ said Mickey. There was no way Mickey could think to sugar-coat what she next needed to say, ‘Sean, I want to take Amanda into protective custody.’
Sean considered Mickey’s position before answering. ‘I’ll discuss it with Amanda, but I think we both know what her answer will be. After all, protective custody didn’t work out so well for Sheriff Smith did it? Then there are the girls to consider. How safe do you think they are here in the hotel?’
Amanda was now sitting upright staring at Sean, listening intently to his one side of the conversation and trying to discern Mickey’s comments from Sean’s responses.
‘I am making arrangements to move the girls to a secure I.C.E. detention center. It won’t be as comfortable for them as the hotel, but I can guarantee their safety there. In the meantime, the hotel is going to receive even tighter security,’ said Mickey.
‘Give me until the afternoon to make other arrangements for them,’ said Sean. ‘The girls are scheduled to spend the day at Six Flags with a large church group, so they should be safe there, especially since it is an unplanned and unscheduled event for them. I have a meeting in the morning that will hopefully provide us with some other alternatives than the detention center for the girls.’
‘That’s not a problem. I wouldn’t be able to make arrangements to move them before tomorrow evening, or I should say this evening at the earliest. Sean, Amanda is the bigger target. Don’t let her venture out on her own again.’
‘I won’t,’ Sean assured her as he reached over and stroked Amanda’s arm. ‘Are you still planning on returning this afternoon?’
‘Things are up in the air right now,’ said Mickey. ‘I’ll keep you posted. Be careful Sean.’
‘You too Mickey. Talk to you later.’
Sean disconnected the call and set the phone on the nightstand beside the bed. ‘I don’t suppose you want to try and get some more sleep?’
Amanda ran her fingers through Sean’s hair, trying to smooth down the cowlick that his sleeping had produced. ‘I probably won’t be able to get back to sleep, but I don’t want to get out of bed yet. Do you mind lying here with me a little while longer?’
In response, Sean pulled her down beside him, returning her head to his chest. ‘This is where you belong. I’m sorry that I didn’t realize that earlier. Did you hear enough of the conversation to get a gist for what is going on?’
Amanda kissed his chest and said, ‘I heard that the Sheriff of Seminole County was found murdered in his jail cell, that Tom Folsom is somehow implicated in the conspiracy, that Mickey is concerned for the safety of the girls and myself…’
‘That about covers it,’ said Sean. ‘Mickey is most concerned about you. She wants to place you into protective custody.’
‘I heard your answer to her on that subject. Thank you. What ideas do you have for the girls? You mentioned something about a meeting this morning.’
‘That reminds me,’ Sean said as he grabbed his cell phone from the nightstand. ‘We need to figure out how to set different ringtones on our phones so we can tell which one is receiving a call. When you were checking on the girls earlier, I answered your phone by mistake and spoke with Jim Hale. He was calling to tell you that the Methodist Home was unable to accommodate the girls.’
‘We’ll see about that,’ Amanda said in an indignant tone. ‘What did you tell him?’
Sean chuckled, and Amanda relished the feeling of this with her head against his chest. ‘I told him pretty much just that. Actually, what I told him was that if you wanted the Methodist Church to care for the girls, I would make it happen with or without his cooperation. I then called my grandmother and arranged to meet with her in the morning.’
‘Why your grandmother?’
‘Because I think she would be the perfect person to head up the Amanda Wallace Foundation.’
Amanda lightly slapped Sean’s chest, ‘Th
ere is no Amanda Wallace Foundation.’
‘There will be. It will be dedicated to the rescue and care of victims of human trafficking, especially young girls.’
‘No Sean.’
Sean reached down and raised Amanda off his chest and looked in her eyes. ‘Why not? I will fund it myself…’
Amanda placed her hands on Sean’s cheeks to keep his eyes focused on her own.
‘Then call it the Sean Wallace Foundation.’
‘I will fund it, but I don’t want the notoriety of having a foundation in my name,’ said Sean.
‘Then please respect my privacy as well,’ said Amanda. ‘I love your idea, and will support your efforts with both money and time, but please find a different name for it.’
Placing his hands on Amanda’s face in a mirror image of hers on his, Sean said, ‘I’m sorry Amanda. I am not used to anyone being as sensitive about these things as I am. We can decide on a name for the foundation later. The important thing is to get it established and operational as soon as possible for the benefit of these girls.’
‘Thank you Sean. So why do you think your grandmother would be perfect to head up the foundation?’
‘You’ll see once you meet her. You remind me a lot of her, and I know that she is going to absolutely love you from the minute you two meet.’
‘Oh I hope so, Sean. Which side of your parentage is she from?’
‘Which side of my parentage?’ Sean laughed. ‘Did anyone ever tell you that you talk funny, with big words and all?’
Amanda laughed along with him and said, ‘Don’t change the subject. You know what I meant, so answer the question.’
‘This grandmother is my mother’s mother. My father’s mother lives in my house outside of Nashville. Tennessee.’
‘How wonderful,’ said Amanda. ‘Both of your grandmothers are still alive. Do you think I’ll get a chance to meet your other grandmother sometime?’
‘Actually, if things go as I plan, we’ll have lunch with Grandma Askew and dinner with Grandma Wallace.’
‘Do you plan on us going to Tennessee? I don’t know if I would be comfortable being that far away from the girls until they are safe.’
‘I would never ask you to do that,’ said Sean. ‘Part of my plans includes insuring that the girls are safely housed in a comfortable setting where no one can harm them. I think secrecy will do more than anything else to accomplish that goal.’
‘How real do you think the danger to the girls is?’
‘Without knowing who we are dealing with, it’s difficult to say for certain. I did learn some interesting things from Mickey that make me believe that an organized gang, probably African American in makeup is likely behind the conspiracy we encountered.’
‘Please enlighten me,’ said Amanda.
‘First of all, if you’re not familiar with the Atlantic Slave Trade of the 1800’s and the civil rights movement in America during the Sixties, some of the irony of what I am going to relate will be lost on you.’
‘Why is that?’
‘Because while most people recognize that African Americans were originally brought to North America as slaves, what they don’t realize is that it was other Africans who supplied the slaves to the European traders who eventually provided the transport. In pre-colonial and early colonial Africa, it was common practice for a victorious tribe to capture their enemies and kill every last one of them. Where their enemies could instead be sold into slavery, the victorious tribes would accomplish their objective of getting rid of the enemy, but now they could recognize a profit by doing so. Historians estimate that 90 percent of those shipped to the New World were enslaved by Africans and then sold to European traders.’
‘So the enslavement of Africans in America was a result of other Africans selling their captives for profit,’ said Amanda.
‘As with any product, demand is what drove the supply. So, on one hand, the demand by Europeans contributed to the capture of slaves by other African tribes, but there is historical evidence to suggest that if those captured had not held value to their captures as slaves, they would have been killed. That very practice of killing an enemy in mass has deep roots in several African tribal cultures, and has been practiced as recently as this century when tens of thousands of people were slaughtered in Rwanda and the Congo by one side of a conflict or the other.’
‘I have difficulty understanding such a lack of respect for human life,’ said Amanda.
‘Most people would agree with you, but there are hundreds of events throughout history where one group felt their enemies were sub-human and thus shown no mercy.’
‘Of course, you’re right. Please continue.’
Sean did so, ‘Atlanta is considered by some to be, if not the birthplace, at least the cradle of the American Civil Rights movement during the Sixties. Martin Luther King Jr. was from Atlanta, as were several other prominent leaders of the movement. Local and regional governments in the Atlanta area include several local African American leaders who have risen to admirable positions of authority and influence. In essence, African Americans have as much control and influence over the local government and daily life in Atlanta as anywhere in America.’
‘I don’t mean to interrupt you Sean, but would you like some water or anything? I’m a bit thirsty myself.’
‘Water would be nice. Thanks Amanda.’
Amanda went to the minibar and got them each a bottle of water. She unscrewed the top off one and handed it to Sean before crawling back into the bed beside him and resuming her position with her head on his chest. She was starting to consider this ‘her spot’.
Sean took a couple of drinks from the water bottle and then continued, ‘Anyway, the irony I was referring to relates to the fact that Atlanta has a prominent leadership presence of a people whose ancestors were victims of slavery, yet Atlanta is known as the number one hub of human trafficking and child sex exploitation in the United States.’
‘Are you serious?’ asked Amanda.
‘Unfortunately, I am. All the evidence uncovered in our conspiracy so far points to a gang made up of African Americans from the Atlanta area being involved.’
***
Tom Folsom wasn’t able to sleep. The bedrooms of DeMarcus Steele’s house were not soundproofed like his office was, but even if the loud music wasn’t an issue, Folsom’s mind was too preoccupied to allow for slumber.
He had bought himself a temporary reprieve with I-Bar, but if the heat started getting too close to home, Folsom had no doubt that I-Bar would kill him if for no other reason than self-gratification. Folsom knew his best chance at survival was to tell I-Bar that he was going to leave the country immediately, and then follow through on that pledge before I-Bar had a chance to reconsider. Folsom knew that he had to be careful though. He couldn’t seem too eager to leave when his assistance might still be needed, but he also couldn’t wait too long or he would miss his opportunity.
Then there was Kimberly to consider. He knew that she would follow him anywhere, but did he want the baggage that she represented? If he left her behind, she was as good as dead because I-Bar would consider her a liability. The fact that he already considered all white women as an inferior species to the black male would only make his decision quicker, but definitely no kinder for Kimberly.
Just as he was contemplating Kimberly’s future, she opened the door and came into the room. Folsom was surprised to see that she was fully clothed and looked no worse for wear. Seeing that he was awake, she came over and sat next to him on the edge of the bed.
‘What happened?’ Folsom asked her.
‘Oh Tom, I have never been more scared in my life. DeMarcus came down and led me into the kitchen, and then had me sit on a stool at the island in there for hours. He never touched me, but the look he gave me frightened me more than anything he could have d
one to me physically. When he left the kitchen, I was alone except for when one of his men would come in to get something to eat or drink. None of them spoke to me, but they all gave me looks that I can only describe as contemptuous pity. I could tell that everyone was busy planning something, and I was afraid that it involved my torture or humiliation, but nothing ever happened. DeMarcus came back into the kitchen a few minutes ago and told me to come up here to you. What’s going on, Tom?’
‘Besides the issues with Wallace Enterprises and Tri-Star Partners, another business deal that DeMarcus and I were working on has gotten screwed up by Sean Wallace. I-Bar is not happy with me right now, and I think I may have to leave the country for a while to calm him down. Would you want to come with me?’
‘Tom, you know that you don’t have to ask. I have always been yours, and I always will be. You lead and I’ll follow. Tell me about what Sean Wallace has done now.’
Folsom didn’t want to share the details about either the smuggling of the girls or his side deal with the film producers with Kimberly. The less she knew about all of that, the better it would be for everyone.
‘The little Boy Scout just stumbled upon a transaction that I-Bar and I had been working on for months, and then stuck his nose in where it didn’t belong.’
‘Do you think Sean interfered on purpose? Maybe he found out about our plans with Tri-Star Partners and decided to get back at you,’ Kimberly suggested.
Folsom was shaking his head, ‘No, this appears to be strictly coincidental. There is no way that Wallace would have known about mine and I-Bar’s deal. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.’
‘I’ve warned you before not to underestimate Sean Wallace. I know you like to call him the ‘Boy Scout’, and that you and I-Bar think of him as pure and innocent, but he is one of the most intelligent men you will ever meet.’
Folsom scoffed, ‘Sean Wallace is a naïve wimpy rich boy. Look how he let you walk all over him with Mark and me, even though he didn’t know about us. Then he ran away with his tail between his legs because his feelings got hurt.’
‘Tom, Sean was not naïve, he was trusting. There is a big difference. I’m just warning you that there is more to him than you are giving him credit for, and that concerns me.’
‘It doesn’t matter,’ said Folsom. ‘I-Bar smells Wallace’s blood and I don’t see him letting Wallace cause us anymore problems. Now why don’t you get undressed and join me here in bed?’
Kimberly complied without argument, as she always did with Tom Folsom.
***
Sean and Amanda laid in bed talking for another two hours, taking a break only for each to use the bathroom and to brush their teeth before crawling back together under the covers. Amanda had prodded more details about Sean’s family from him, learning how his mother and father had met while on vacation from their respective colleges when walking along the banks of the Chattahoochee River. They both had ventured off from the little town of Helen, Georgia where they each had decided to spend a weekend enjoying the peaceful river scenery.
His mother’s father owned an outdoor advertising company and had expanded into television and radio station ownership in addition to owning a large sporting goods chain and numerous outfitter and tour operations around Northern Georgia. His father’s father already owned several hotel and motel chains, in addition to a nationwide chain of truck stops and fuel centers. Within two years of their marriage, when Sean was not yet a year old, both of their fathers had died and as the only child in one family and the oldest male in the other, Sean’s parents each inherited control of their respective family business operations. They worked together to merge the operations and to grow Wallace Enterprises into the multi-billion dollar organization that Sean assumed full ownership of upon his parents’ untimely deaths. As she had learned earlier, both of Sean’s grandmothers were still alive, each living in the house previously occupied by their own child. According to Sean, the two grandmothers were best friends and frequently travelled around the world together when they weren’t conspiring to get Sean settled down and producing great-grandchildren for them.
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