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“Correct me if I’m wrong,” said Tyler, “but isn’t Katie’s risk pretty much isolated to California? If she no longer lived there, the chance of her ever being identified as the Shoreline Angel would be effectively eliminated, wouldn’t it?”
The assembled group, which consisted of Tyler, Katie, Bobby, Patty, JR, Rockie, Jason, Franc, Cile and Joey, all sat around the large conference table in the communications room located in the safe house downstairs. While the assembled adults ate Danish and fruit for breakfast downstairs, Jen was watching the children as they ate their breakfast upstairs.
“That might be the case,” Katie said, “but even if we lived someplace else, we would still need to go back to California on occasion. Your parents and Taylor will still be there, as will my grandparents if nothing else.”
Katie’s use of the pronoun “we” wasn’t lost on anyone at the table, but it was Tyler’s smile she saw and who she most appreciated for the recognition of her choice of words.
“I tend to agree with Katie,” Patty said. “All relocating will do is make identifying Katie harder; it won’t make the objective of finding her go away. While a possible short-term solution, I think we need to find something permanent to address the quest to identify her.”
“What about finding a substitute?”, Rockie asked. “I could create a fake identity, complete with pictures that are altered to look enough like the images of Katie in the video to fool anyone. Then this substitute, fake woman could die in an accident or something, the result of which is that her role in the mall shooting finally comes to light. The media will buy it, which means the politicians would have to follow suit or look like idiots.”
“Why don’t you put something together for us detailing the identity you would create,” Bobby said. “We can all review it for authenticity and believability. It could work if we get the details right.”
“I’m going to have to cut out,” Joey said. “Jen is donating blood today and needs me to be her driver.”
“I’ll come up in a minute to watch the kids so you too can leave,” Franc said. “I’m proud of her. Remember before Joey junior was born, how deathly afraid of needles Jen was? Now she willingly faces needles in order to donate blood.”
As Joey walked out of the door, Tyler yelled after him, “Ask her to share with Alfaro how she overcame her fear,” He related the rumor about the Attorney General of California is so afraid of needles that he wouldn’t even donate blood that might save his own life.
“Why does he need a store of his own blood?” asked Cile. “What’s his blood type?”
“Have you ever heard of Bombay Blood?”
“Of course,” Franc, Cile, Katie, and JR responded in unison.
“Rumor has it that Alfaro has that blood type. I understand that means he cannot accept any other blood type in a transfusion.”
“Hh blood type is rare,” said JR, but there is a fifty-fifty chance that one of his parents or another close relative has the same blood type.”
“Nope,” said Tyler. “Alfaro’s parents both have blood type Aa. They were the first ones his protective detail checked with.
“Impossible!” said Franc, Cile, Katie, and JR, once more in unison.
“Why?” asked Patty, Bobby, and Rockie, also in unison.
Franc tried to explain for the others, “It’s called blood type Hh, but the fact is, it doesn’t have any H antigens in it. To understand the Bombay blood type, you need to understand the details of blood grouping. When we say someone has blood type A, it means that the person has an antigen of type ‘A’ and antibody of type ‘B’ in their blood. People with AB have both antigen A and B in their blood and no antibodies. People with O blood type have only antibodies A and B and no antigens. However, what is not generally known is that all these groups have an antigen H in the blood as well. People with the Bombay blood type do not have this antigen H in their blood. Instead, they have antibody H, so because of this, no other blood can be given to them. Parents pass either their antigen type or their antibody type, so it would be impossible for Mr. Alfaro’s birth parents to both be type Aa and for him not to have an H antigen transferred to him.”
“Jason, what do we know about Alfaro’s parents?”, asked Bobby.
Jason opened a file on his cellphone and reviewed it before answering, “Tito and Maria Alfaro. Immigrated illegally to California from Guaymas, in the Mexican state of Sonora in 2009 when Julio Cortez-Alfaro was sixteen years old. Tito worked in a fish cannery until Immigration arrested him and Maria in 2011. Obama’s administration provided him and Maria deferred action on their illegal status due to Julio being a minor in school. Both Tito and Maria now work for an immigrant rights organization in San Jose, California.”
“If they are not the birth parents of Julio, do we know if he was adopted by them?”, Bobby asked.
“No, but we could probably find out relatively easily,” Jason said. “What are you thinking?”
“If these are not his birth parents, and they did not adopt him, then they did not have legal custody of Julio when they brought him to this country illegally. If Julio used a fraudulent relationship to obtain ‘Dreamer’ status, then he committed immigration fraud. We might finally have something to use against the guy to get him off the Shoreline Angel case. Drop it, or get deported.”
“You might want to try and get DNA samples from Alfaro as well as his parents,” said Franc. “While the rarity of the Bombay blood type and the fact that the people on record as his parents could not have produced that blood type in a child is obvious to anyone who has studied biology, the fact that their DNA doesn’t match would carry more legal weight if needed.”
“I’ll get a team working on that right away,” Jason said. “We have some very efficient trash diggers on the team.”
“Okay,” Bobby said, “we have more options in dealing with the investigation into Katie than before, which is good. Let’s give it a day or two to see what Rockie comes up with on her plan, and for Jason to get more intel on Alfaro’s possible immigration fraud. Anything new on Andrew Carmichael?”
“Who?” asked Tyler.
“Sorry Tyler, I forgot that you have been kept away from some information. Any files you have on the gunman at the mall identified him as Tom Adams. His real name was Andrew Carmichael.”
“You know who he was? Do you also know why he attempted to shoot up the mall that day?”
“We haven’t determined his motive yet,” Jason said, “but maybe a fresh set of eyes will discover something we have missed. I’ll get a copy of the files printed out for you.”
“Very good,” said Bobby. “We’ll adjourn for now, and get back together as soon as we have something to discuss as a group, but no later than Monday morning.”
Without waiting for anyone else, Katie grabbed Tyler’s hand and practically drug him from the communication room, back to their bedroom.
“It’s going to be too hot this afternoon to do anything outside other than swimming,” she told him. “However, there are a lot of indoor activities that could keep us occupied.”
“Can I make another suggestion?” Tyler said.
Katie raised an eyebrow and asked, “What might that be?”
Tyler sat on the end of the bed and pulled Katie onto his lap. She put her arms around his neck and gazed into his eyes while waiting for him to speak.
“Katie, I trust that you know that I love you with all my heart, and I know that you love me.”
Katie just nodded.
“Do you have any doubt that you and I are destined to spend the rest of our lives together?” he asked.
Katie shook her head.
“Good. My suggestion is that we don’t wait. What I would like to do today, with you, to pick out an engagement ring and wedding band set for us.”
“Holy crap!” Katie said as she buried her tears into Tyler’s neck. She pulled back slightly so she could speak, and said, “I told Cile this morning that I wanted to propose to you before we left for home. How do you always get into my head and my thoughts to know things like that?”
“Great minds think alike?” teased Tyler. He then placed his hands on either side of Katie’s tear-streaked face and said, “Yes, Kathryn Francis Brandt, I will marry you.”
Katie pushed on Tyler until his back was flat on the bed and she was laying on top of him. Their eyes met and held the shared gaze for several minutes before she spoke.
“And yes, Tyler Oglethorpe-Davis, I will marry you, on one condition.”
Tyler reached down to Katie’s waist and began pulling her shirt off. He already knew what her “one condition” was, and he was going to meet it for her right now.
JR pulled into the driveway of his parent’s house and parked the Corvair in an open space in the garage.
“Might as well make carrying all this stuff as short a trip as possible,” JR told Tyler. “Let’s stack it over against that wall so we can get to whatever we need when the time comes.”
The cargo area and back seat of JR’s car were filled with boxes of liquor and mixers. In addition to the Margaritas requested for their taco night this evening, they had stocked up on everything else Tyler said they would need for him to fulfill all the drink requests the family members had been sharing since they learned of his skills.
Katie and Cile came out of the house into the garage. Katie had on her bright pink bikini, but Cile was wearing one that presented the same flesh tone illusion that Katie had tricked Tyler with. Cile really did have a pretty significant tan already, so the illusion was even more dramatic with her.
Tyler wasn’t surprised, but JR’s jaw dropped when he saw his cousin and he did a double-take.
“Jesus, Cile, you can’t go around like that!”
Tyler put his arm on JR’s shoulder and whispered something in his ear. JR just shook his head and began unloading his car.
“Keep your little tricks away from my wife,” JR said, and everyone laughed.
“We’ll help unload,” Katie said. “The sooner you’re done, the sooner you can join us in the pool. The twins are being watched by Mom right now, but I know her and Rockie have some shopping that they want to do, so we can cover for them.”
Tyler pulled Katie aside and whispered, “I thought we were going to go shopping for rings this afternoon...”
“Taco night will be wrapped up by six, and the jewelry stores all stay open until at least nine o’clock on a Friday night,” Katie explained in her own whisper. “Don’t worry, Cutie, I want those rings and what they symbolize as much, if not more than you do.”
“Good to know. You’ll just have to limit your Margarita consumption so you can drive into town.”
“Guess again,” Katie giggled. “There is no way that you are going to get me defenseless on the way to buy anything as romantic as engagement and wedding rings. I’m already so freaking turned on by you that it’s a struggle not to embarrass both of us in front of other people. The thought of being your wife has me literally panting for you.”
“Are you two going to help, or stand over there fawning over each other all day?” Cile asked.
“You’re driving!” Katie whispered as if to settle the point before walking over to take a box out of the backseat of the car. Tyler chuckled and grabbed his box.
The four made quick work of unloading. Tyler went through the access door in the garage, down to change into his swimsuit, while JR went into the house to his room. Katie, Cile, and Rockie were waiting for them on the pool deck, watching the twins play in the water. Tyler was surprised to see the six-year-olds swimming and splashing unrestricted in the pool. Apparently, they knew how to swim well enough for them not to be limited to the shallow end.
Disappointed that her bikini hadn’t been a surprise to anyone but JR, Cile waded into the shallow end of the pool until her bottoms were covered by water. Everyone watching witnessed the fabric transform into a beautiful emerald green color under the water. She held her nose and squatted down until her head was underwater, emerging with the top of her bikini once more matching the bottoms.
“You know that your safe in here with me,” Cile said to Tyler. “I don’t mess around with engaged or married men.”
Tyler laughed, “I seem to remember a conversation about some starfish earrings that would contradict that statement.”
Katie pushed Tyler into the water and then jumped in beside him. She had her arms wrapped around his neck before he resurfaced. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
“The married man that gave Cile those earrings was my dad,” Katie said with a grin. “Her and I got matching earrings that were custom made for us by an artisan jeweler while on vacation on Mo’orea.”
Tyler felt another wet, feminine body against his back as Cile also wrapped her legs just slightly below where Katie had hers.
“Now Katie doesn’t have to hide hers from you,” Cile said. “And I don’t have to hide the necklace that she gave me for my birthday.”
“I don’t want either of you to ever feel the need to hide anything from me again,” Tyler said, his eyes locked firmly on Katie’s.
Tyler felt the twins attaching themselves to him on either side. He felt like a buoy in the ocean being inundated by seagulls. Katie and Cile laughed at Tyler’s situation but made no effort to provide any relief to him.
“I told you that everyone was going to fall in love with you,” Katie whispered in his ear.
“Yeah, I’m going to be drowning in love here pretty soon.”
Tyler felt Cile disengage herself from his back first, followed by Katie.
“Come on guys,” said Cile, “let’s play a game.”
That got the twins off Tyler as they quickly surrounded Cile, asking what game they were going to play. Katie took Tyler’s hand and pulled him over to the steps out of the shallow end. She took a seat on the second step and positioned him to sit on the step below her so that he could lean back against her and she could caress his wet shoulders and chest.
They sat silently for several minutes, watching Cile throw various items for the twins to retrieve from the bottom of the pool.
“They’d make pretty good treasure hunters,” Tyler said. “It’s amazing how long they can hold their breath.”
“They’re all-around amazing kids,” Katie said. “I’ve regretted not being able to be a bigger part of their lives. Can I tell you something?”
“Of course.”
“Our commitment to each other, combined with seeing you with the twins has been making me think. What would you think about us starting a family?”
Tyler hesitated a minute before answering, “I’ve been thinking along similar lines, but didn’t want to say anything that might make you feel that I was in a hurry. I remember your “dream job” as being a wife and mother, and I want to give that role to you, but I also need to know that it is at a time of your own choosing. You’re the one with choices to make relative to career. I’ll fully support whatever you want to do.”
“You would have career choices too. I know that you’re not happy with what you are doing now, my secret aside. What would your dream job be?”
“Something that I felt mattered, but wasn’t all-consuming. I would want to be home, to sleep with you every night and with my kids every day.”
“Can I make a suggestion?”
“Sure.”
“Talk to my dad, and be honest with what you want. He might not know of a role to suit you, but he provides the best advice of anyone I have ever known.”
“I’ll do that,” Tyler said. “What about you?”
“I’m going to talk to my mom.”
“Are you sure that you ladies don’t need any help?” Tyler asked.
“No,” Katie said. “Tacos are our treat to ourselves. Each of us has a task we can focus on while preparing everything, and it’s always been a ‘girls-only’ type of activity. You just keep the Margarita pitchers full, and you’ll be doing more than enough. What are you reading?”
“Jason sent back the file on Andrew Carmichael with Joey. I was just starting to review it.”
“Tyler, please keep anything you learn about him to yourself,” Katie implored. “Right now, I am handling what happened because everything is impersonal. Learning anything about the guy would change that. Do you understand?”
“I do, and you won’t learn anything about him from me. I promise.”
“Thanks,” Katie said. “I better get back into the kitchen to do my part. I get to grate the cheese and mix the guacamole.”
“Critical components of taco night if there ever were any,” Tyler chuckled. “Holler if there is anything that I can do besides drinks.”
“I will.” Katie kissed Tyler and left him sitting at the poolside table.
Tyler glanced over at JR and Bobby, who each had one of the twins on their shoulders as they played in the pool. Joey had his son on his shoulders. He found himself wishing that he had someone on his shoulders in the same fashion. Someday.
Opening the file again, Tyler began reviewing the scant biographical information that had been collected on Andrew Carmichael. To say that the guy had faced challenges in his life would have been a colossal understatement. As a white male, Tyler was very familiar with the discrimination that Carmichael had faced. However, unlike Carmichael, his family had provided Tyler with the resources he needed to accomplish his goals.
Tyler and his father only had to pay the mandatory restitution tax on their income, which was supposed to fund payments to descendants of African slaves, but in reality, paid yearly stipends to anyone who even alleged to have experienced discrimination of any kind.
Andrew Carmichael had been forced to rely upon a society that harbored centuries-old resentment of ‘white male privilege’, which they forced Andrew Carmichael and others like him to pay restitution for by denying them any opportunities that could be given to a minority, whether earned or not.
Carmichael had been bounced around from foster home to foster home during most of his childhood. When his grandmother had turned him over to social services, he had been swallowed up into the foster care system of the country’s largest county, by area. San Bernardino County is close to the size of West Virginia, and Tyler saw that Carmichael’s foster home placements allowed him to see virtually all of it.
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