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“Z17 is 10-41,” reported Sandy Springs police patrol Sergeant Debbi Proctor. She had just pulled her marked cruiser out of the police headquarters parking lot onto Roswell Road so informing Communications of her start of shift status was department protocol.
Her start of patrol was always the last for the mid-day shift since she had to give the briefing to the other officers and make certain that everyone had everything they needed before she started her supervisory patrol.
The immediate response provided her first call of the day, “Z17, Z24 respond to 10-67 at Morgan Falls Park. SSFD is en route.”
Proctor responded before her backup in car Z24, “Z17, 10-4”.
She hit the switch to put her car in full emergency response status, illuminating every rooftop, window, grill, headlight and taillight in the sequential pattern that made the car impossible to ignore on the road, while at the same time amplifying the siren.
Rush hour was well over, and she had to go south on Roswell Road for less than half a mile before turning right onto Morgan Falls Road. This road dead-ended after a mile or so at the riverside park where the report of a dead body had originated.
As she anticipated, Proctor was first to arrive on the scene. While silencing her siren Proctor started examining the parking lot of the park. The parking lot only had three vehicles in it, which wasn’t surprising on a mid-week morning with school still in session. Later in the day mothers would be bringing their small children to play on the swings, slides and other apparatus, but its only occupants at this time of the day were likely a few elderly people walking the paths to and from the Chattahoochee River that the park sat beside.
“Z17 is 10-23 at Morgan Falls Park. Do you have a 10-26 on SSFD?”
Proctor was informing Communications of her arrival on the scene and requesting an ETA for the fire department paramedic units also responding. She saw her backup, Z24 approaching so she pulled farther into the parking lot searching for signs of the reported body, although she suspected that it was going to be found down by the river.
She directed her car towards the cement path that led towards the river where she noticed a park maintenance worker already removing the chain blocking vehicle traffic. The path was designed for pedestrians but had been paved wide enough for emergency and maintenance vehicles to also drive on it.
“SSFD is five out,” reported Communications.
“10-4”, replied Proctor as she motioned the park worker to approach her patrol cruiser. He didn’t hesitate to walk over and address the police officer.
Pointing down the path to the river, he simply said, “She’s down there. Look for the white park maintenance truck. One of our crew is trying to keep people away until you got here.”
“Thanks,” said Proctor. “Please wait here and direct the paramedics when they arrive. Don’t let anyone unauthorized through, especially the press.”
Without waiting for a response, she accelerated down the path with her back-up close behind. The path was relatively straight as it sloped slightly down to approximately twenty yards from the riverbank, where it turned to gravel.
Proctor saw the park maintenance vehicle sitting thirty feet to the right of where the gravel continued down to the narrower pedestrian path, that flanked the river along the entire length of the park. Turning off the path and onto the grass, Proctor and her back up drove closer to the scene. She was confident that if the park maintenance truck could make the trip, their cruisers would not get stuck.
There was one bare-chested man at the back of the truck, and another similarly undressed man huddled alongside a form at the river’s edge. Upon seeing the police cruisers pull up, the kneeling man yelled something to his partner in the truck, but Proctor couldn’t hear the words from inside her car.
Before she could exit her vehicle, the man who had been standing at the back of the truck ran over to stand beside the police cruiser, obviously excited or agitated over something.
“She’s alive!” he shouted as soon as Proctor had opened the door of her cruiser.
“Alive?” asked Proctor. “Are you sure?” She had already begun keying her shoulder-mounted microphone as she simultaneously began running towards the body along the river.
The man panted his words as he tried to keep up with Proctor, “Burt down there just saw her moving.”
Proctor glanced over her shoulder to verify that her back-up was joining her, then relayed the new information to Communications and requested an ambulance be dispatched, “Z17 requesting 10-52 to Morgan Falls Park. Victim is reported alive.”
Proctor understood why the two men were bare-chested as soon as she reached the victim. Each man had removed his work shirt and used them to cover the naked woman lying face down about three feet out of the river, along the muddy bank.
The man that his partner identified as ‘Burt’ rose as the police officer approached, “She’s definitely alive. Watch her right hand.”
Kneeling and checking the woman’s carotid artery for a pulse, Proctor did feel a very faint sign of life. She then glanced at the hand as indicated by Burt and recognized what he had seen. The woman had been using her right thumb to try to write something in the mud. She apparently had very little strength left because the letters she was trying to form were barely visible in the soft mud.
“Ice?” asked Proctor.
Burt nodded and said, “That’s what it looked like to me, so I assumed she was cold. Pete and I placed our shirts over her trying to warm her up, but she keeps trying to write the same letters.”
Proctor’s back-up was Officer Mike Greer. He knelt beside Proctor and reported, “Paramedics just pulled into the park and should be here in a minute. I’m going to start setting up a perimeter unless you need me for anything else.”
“Get us some additional units to handle the perimeter”, Proctor replied. “You should talk to the park staff to see who found her and when.”
“Got it”, said Greer as he rose and directed Burt to follow him back to the police cruisers.
Proctor moved the woman’s dark hair off her neck and pushed a gold chain aside so that she could maintain better contact to monitor the weak pulse that was still present.
Exposing the right side of the woman’s face when the hair was moved, Proctor saw the first signs of the trauma that this woman had experienced. Even with the swollen, bruised and batter face, Proctor could tell that this was a once beautiful woman.
Two Paramedics ran over to the woman as soon as their truck had stopped. They carried their emergency kits and a spinal board. Proctor reluctantly stood aside to let the trained medics examine the woman and prepare her for transport.
One of the paramedics removed the work shirt from the woman’s upper torso to allow access for their examination and handed it to Proctor. Gently probing around the woman’s neck to confirm there was no injury that would impede her being rolled over.
The examination continued farther down her spine, until the point where the second work shirt had to be pushed aside. Both paramedics gasped when they saw the damage to the woman’s internal organs evident by the section of rectum protruding from her anus.
Gently spreading her legs, the paramedic commented to his partner; “Appears to be a penetrating trauma.”
Shining his flashlight between the woman’s legs, he saw the blood trickling out and continued, “Her pubic hair is singed...”
Spreading the labia with his gloved fingers he saw what appeared to be powder burns.
“Looks like we have a vaginal gunshot entry wound, but no exit wound. Let’s get her BP and start a Lactated Ringers IV. We better start pushing some plasma into her as well. There’s bound to be some serious internal bleeding.”
Keying his own shoulder-mounted microphone, the paramedic who had discovered the injuries said: “Unit 3 requesting Lifeflight dispatch to Morgan Falls Park.”
The response from the fire department dispatch center provided an ETA of ten minutes for the requested helicopter.
Turning to his partner who had finished examining the woman’s neck and spine he asked, “Ready to roll her?”
Moving around so that he was in the proper position to roll the upper torso onto the spinal board while his partner rolled the lower part of the body, he replied, “Ready.”
Proctor observed the activity and noted that the woman’s right thumb continued to move slightly as if she was still trying to write something in the mud, but her eyes remained closed and no sounds emanated from her lips as she was rolled to lay face-up.
Proctor was bothered by the exposure of her body that this position presented and questioned whether the continued examination by the paramedics required it.
“Don’t you have a blanket to cover her some?”
The paramedic who had rolled her lower body nodded and replied, “I was just going to get one.” He handed the second work shirt to Proctor as he rose and headed to his ambulance to retrieve a blanket.
Proctor returned her attention to the first paramedic and watched him checking the woman’s blood pressure and starting the IVs. He opened each eyelid and to test the pupils for reaction to the light he was shining in them.
“Unresponsive left, slow response on the right,” he reported to his partner who was currently placing a blanket over the woman’s body and strapping her to the spinal board. He lifted something beside the woman’s neck that was attached to the gold chain and placed it on top of the blanket.
Proctor’s attention fell upon the small gold pendant now visible on the woman’s chest and knelt to examine it more closely.
“Dear God!” she exclaimed as the significance of the object became clear to her.
Standing quickly and locating Greer near the maintenance truck. “Greer, get over here!” she yelled.
Greer almost pulled his weapon as he quickly ran back to Proctor’s location, but seeing her with her weapon still holstered restrained him.
“What is it?” he asked panting.
“Look!” Proctor said as she pointed to the woman on the ground. The paramedics had paused their activities to watch the excited police officer.
Greer looked down, but the expression on his face made it clear to Proctor that he was missing the item that she had noticed.
She reached inside the collar of her shirt and pulled out her own similar pendant and said, “She is wearing one of these!”
Greer leaned close to Proctor to see the pendant and then glanced back at the woman. “A badge pendant?” he said as he knelt to look at it more closely.
“Exactly!” said Proctor as she slid her own pendant back under her shirt. “But not just any badge. Read the engraved agency name.”
Greer did as instructed. The engraved words were so small they were barely visible, “Immigration and Customs Enforcement?”
“Not ‘ice’”, said Proctor, pointing to the faint letters in the mud. “She was writing ‘I-C-E’.”
Using her cell phone instead of the radio to prevent the press or others who routinely monitored police communications from hearing, Proctor called Communications.
“Z17 requesting CSI and detectives to Morgan Falls Park. The victim is possibly a Federal officer. Medivac is en route. Any available units are requested to secure scene.”
“10-4. Z17 Stand by.”
“Z17 10-4”, Proctor replied as the sound of an approaching helicopter grew louder.
Sean’s stupefaction was gratifying, in that it confirmed his decision to entrust Amanda with the lead during their conference call. They had already discussed their mutual strategies for how they wanted the transition of their two separate enterprises to be merged, so he knew there would be no surprises presented by her that he would need to consider a response to.
Amanda hadn’t needed his support with his lawyers, but he had provided it in the form of affirmation for every direction that she provided them. Where her own lawyers were concerned, Amanda had likewise informed them of Sean’s equal status to her own, and they had accepted this edict warmly and willingly.
The business update that Jerome Thorndike had provided on Wallace Holdings also provided Sean with confirmation of his sense that Amanda didn’t need to trust people. As she had been demonstrating to him since they had met, Amanda had an innate ability to know a person’s heart. When she shared responsibility with a person or assigned them a responsibility of their own, it was with the knowledge that they were suitable for the task, and were incorruptible in their loyalty to her.
Wallace Holdings had not only survived in her absence, but it had also thrived; with Amanda Wallace still being held in the highest regard by every employee of the company as their leader. True, virtually every person at Wallace Holdings had been hired and placed either by her parents when they ran the operation, or by her brother who had assumed responsibility for the management of the enterprise while Amanda was in school, but their loyalty to Amanda was evident none the less.
Sean had believed that he held a similar degree of loyalty from his key personnel, and still felt that were it not for the treacherous actions of Tom Folsom, his own organization would have thrived without his daily direction and involvement. Witnessing Amanda’s leadership and the loyalty she engendered in people, he was confident that they were going to be able to put together a great team. Amanda’s selection of Nina and Emily as their personal assistants further illustrated this.
Sean’s attention was drawn away from Amanda giving instructions to Nina and Emily when there was a knock on the office door. “I’ll get it,” he said as he headed to answer the knock.
Kris Acosta stood at the door with her cell phone against her ear. She lowered it as she addressed Sean, “My father would like to speak with you.”
“Your father wants to speak with me?” asked Sean with obvious confusion in his expression and voice.
“Yes sir,” Kris said as she handed the phone to Sean. Somewhat reluctantly, he took the phone from her and placed it against his ear.
“Hello?” Sean said.
“Mr. Wallace, this is Rick Acosta. I work with your Uncle...”
Sean recognized the name from the report that his uncle had given him and Amanda earlier about what had happened at the cabins, but hadn’t associated it with Kris Acosta having the same last name.
“He has mentioned you,” Sean replied.
“I haven’t been able to contact your Uncle and he said that I should provide any updates to you if he was unavailable.”
“He is driving back to D.C. and is probably in some dead cellular zones from time to time. What can I do for you, Mr. Acosta?”
“I have an update on Special Agent Anderson...”
Sean stood rigid in the doorway to the office as he listened to Rick Acosta detail the condition of Mickey, where she was found, and her prognosis for survival. Kris Acosta saw the change in Sean’s expression and literally jumped back from him in fear of what she saw in his eyes.
Amanda couldn’t see Sean’s face, but she knew immediately from his change in posture that something in this telephone conversation had brought out the feral warrior that she had witnessed in him previously.
“Where are you now?” Sean asked when the report was complete.
Amanda didn’t hear the response, but did hear Sean’s reply to it, “How long will it take you to get there?”
Amanda didn’t hear anything further from Sean as he handed the phone back to Kris and turned to address Emily. The rage within him couldn’t have been more obvious, but he was perfectly calm as he spoke.
“Emily, please get in touch with Jeannie Sexton and tell her that I want to be wheels up for Atlanta in forty-five minutes.”
Turning back around to face Kris Acosta, he said: “I would like a word with you and your partner, please come into the office for a minute.”
“Sean, what happened?” Amanda asked as she came around the desk and approached him.
Sean was stepping inside the office doorway to allow Kris and Gail room to enter. He held up a hand signaling Amanda to stop her approach. Once they were inside, he closed the door.
“Amanda, please get packed up so we can leave. I’ll explain things on the way.”
Without questioning his request, Amanda immediately began packing her computer and other items into her messenger bag while listening to Sean’s instructions to her former security detail.
“I don’t care if you have to park a tank in front of the building,” Sean told Gail Bennet, “No unauthorized person gets in here. Understood?”
“Yes sir,” Gail responded.
“What do you need to ensure that Nina, Emily and Moe are protected twenty-four hours a day?”
“I’ll need to assess their residences, routes to and from the office and the nature of any potential threats to give you an accurate resource requirement...” Gail began.
“Tell you what,” interrupted Sean, “Plan on the same resources that you would require for the First Family and get them in place by the end of business today. I do not want any of these ladies leaving this building until their security is ironclad. Can you make that happen or do I need to find someone else?”
“It will be tight,” said Gail, “but I can arrange everything.”
Sean simply nodded at Gail before taking Amanda’s hand and leading her to the door.
“Call me when the arrangements are in place.”
To Emily, he said, “I’ll be in touch once we get to Atlanta. You know how to reach me if anything comes up that requires either mine or Amanda’s attention.”
Jun Kim was known by his associates and enemies for having no patience and for having no value for human life beyond how it benefited him or his organization. He contemplated the future of the man and woman secured in the basement of this house.
Mark Morris’ life held value as leverage against Bill Lester. Now that this was no longer an option, Kim gave instructions to his underlings, “Get rid of the man. Make certain that his body nor any part of him is ever seen again. You know what to do at their home to make it look as if they left on a trip they had been planning.”
“You want them both to appear to have left?” asked one of his gang.
The blonde beauty had no immediate value where Tri-Star Partners or his Atlanta organization was concerned, but Kim knew how to exploit her long-term value very effectively. Kim nodded and said, “Get her ready for transport. I will let Kimmie Park know to expect her by the middle of next week. She will arrange shipment to Busan.”
Transporting someone to Kimmie Park in Vancouver, British Columbia and then on to South Korea was a reversal of their normal route. Most of their shipments were from South Korea to Atlanta through the Canadian city, but the same procedures should work adequately in reverse.
Kimberly Morris held great value as a blonde American woman. As far as Jun Kim was concerned, she was destined to live her remaining days servicing primarily his Japanese customers at a high-end whorehouse in the Korean port city of Busan.
That would eliminate her as a risk for Tri-Star Partners, and send a clear message to DeMarcus Steele that Jun Kim was not pleased with how Steele had handled the situation with Wallace Enterprises.
Jun Kim knew that Stephan Mota was also angry with Steele and would likely be demonstrating his displeasure soon. Kim considered how he might use this rift between the leaders of Tri-Star Partners to his advantage.
“Whatever was inserted in her was done so with enough force to penetrate every organ in its path, all the way to the coronary ligament, which appears to have been the only thing to stop it from also penetrating her heart...”
“That means the large intestines, small intestines, stomach, pancreas, and liver were all punctured?” asked Amanda.
“The bladder also has a tear in it,” confirmed the Doctor. It had taken a call from the Deputy Director of Homeland Security to the Chief of Medicine at Grady Medical Center before the physician in charge of Mickey’s care would discuss her condition with Sean and Amanda.
“However, the penetrations don’t appear to have occurred all at once. Based upon the recurring instances of burnt tissue along the path of the penetration, there is evidence that whatever was used was repeatedly heated before the next insertion. These injuries are minor however to those resulting from the bullet that entered her vagina and traveled through her uterus, bladder, left kidney and left lung. Each of those organs was damaged beyond repair.”
“She doesn’t stand a chance, does she?” asked Amanda.
The calm in her voice belied the grief she had been experiencing since Sean had shared with her how Mickey had been found and how dire her condition was. They had come directly to the hospital after landing and had spent over an hour trying to get someone to update them on Mickey’s condition.
“She is obviously a fighter,” replied the Doctor, “But they’re just simply aren’t enough of her functioning organs remaining to sustain life for much longer.”
“Has she regained consciousness?” asked Sean.
Rick Acosta shook his head in reply before the Doctor could provide additional details, “She is heavily medicated but not technically on life support due to the DNR she had in her personnel file. While there are no signs of brain damage, it is unlikely that she will regain consciousness. Any conscious periods that do occur will be very brief.”
Amanda addressed Rick Acosta with her next question, “Has her family been notified?”
“Her parents are both deceased. She has a brother who is in the Navy and currently stationed in San Diego. He is expected to arrive in Atlanta within a few hours.”
“I hope he’s in time,” said Amanda. “Can we see her?”
The Doctor considered the request for a few seconds before answering Amanda, “Policy is that only immediate family can visit a patient in the ICU, but since I have been told that you are a registered nurse, I will extend a professional courtesy and allow you to sit with her until her brother arrives.”
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