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Gail Bennet was not excited about letting her protectee drive herself, but she did understand Amanda’s desire to celebrate obtaining her driver’s license. The escort car led the way with four agents inside, and Amanda had promised to stay close enough to it so that no other car would be able to insinuate itself between her car and her protection. The trail car that Gail was driving had three additional agents, but her years with the Secret Service made her overly cautious.

The escort vehicle drove past the guarded gate to the Wallace estate, allowing Amanda to enter; followed by Gail Bennet. Amanda drove past Jeannie Sexton’s car in the driveway and proceeded to park her car in the six-bay garage on the side of the house. She retrieved her messenger bag and entered the house through the mudroom beside the kitchen.

Carol Wallace was talking to Jessica in the kitchen, but when she saw Amanda enter, she immediately walked over to her and hugged her.

“Congratulations! Moe called and shared the great news about you getting your driver’s license. We’re all so proud of you.”

Amanda laughed, “I don’t know why everyone seems so surprised, I have been driving one sort of vehicle or another since I was eleven.”

“It probably has to do with how intimidating it is for people to drive on the other side of the road than they are used to, and their respect for how quickly you have mastered it. Have you got a minute to chat?”

Amanda glanced at the clock on the oven, “One or two quick minutes is all I can spare right now. Jeannie is waiting to fly me to Atlanta. Sean and I are celebrating our one-week anniversary tonight.”

“That’s wonderful,” said Carol. “Tell you what, why don’t you take these two lists with you on the flight? One is Beth’s invitation list for the wedding, and the other is my list of invitations for the reception. We want to make certain that we have included everyone that you and Sean want at each event.”

Beth had insisted on assisting Amanda with the arrangements for the wedding since she was essentially living at Prestonwood for the time being, and was better prepared to negotiate with the florists and other vendors that the wedding would require. Carol had likewise insisted that Amanda let her assist with the reception for much the same reasons as Beth had given. The missions that she and Sean were conducting, along with the plans to merge their two companies had consumed her time, which made the offers of Beth and Carol irresistible for Amanda.

“Thank you, Carol. Are we still on schedule for the wedding to take place on a Saturday and the reception the next afternoon? I know that many businesses will not want to deal with Sunday, so if it is too much of a problem for you, then we can change things.”

“A Sunday afternoon reception here will be no problem dear, I assure you. It will be a bigger challenge getting people to leave before Monday morning.”

Amanda laughed and Carol joined her. “Thank you, Carol. I’ll look over the lists and share them with Sean for his input. We’ll let you and Beth know if we want any changes.”

Carol hugged Amanda once more and said, “That will be fine dear. Have a safe flight and kiss Sean for me.”

“I will Carol. Thank you again for all your assistance. If you need anything, remember that Nina is available to you anytime. She doesn’t know about the wedding, but she does know that we are planning a reception for people who could not be at the wedding, so use her as you see fit.”

“I will dear, now get going.”

Amanda found Jeannie waiting for her in the foyer. Jessica had brought down the bag that Amanda had packed earlier, so she did not need to go back upstairs.

“All set?” asked Jeannie.

“It would appear so,” said Amanda as she followed Jeannie out to her car; stowing the messenger bag and her one other bag into the trunk, once Jeannie opened it.

As they drove through the gate, Gail Bennet and her entourage of agents fell in behind Jeannie’s car. Amanda paid them no mind as she addressed her pilot, “Jeannie, this is a special night for Sean and I, is there weather or anything else that might delay our arrival into Atlanta?”

“There is some storm activity to the east, but no weather issues are foreseen before we land. The President is due to arrive at Dobbins Air Force Base this afternoon, so there may be some air traffic delays if we arrive around the same time. I’ll get an update once we take off, and I’ll try to get us cleared for landing before Air Force One is in the area.”

“Just do your best, please. If we arrive early, I won’t mind waiting at the airport for Samuel, or better yet Sean to pick me up.”

Jeannie accelerated slightly, “I can’t fly you there faster until we get to the plane, so hang on.”

Amanda laughed at Jeannie and made an exaggerated gesture to hold onto the dashboard, which in turn made Jeannie laugh. They were still finding things to make them laugh as they boarded the plane fifteen minutes later.

Samuel Baldwin was sitting on a bench at the Simonize car wash off Peachtree Industrial Boulevard when his cell phone rang. He was watching the workers drying off his car. He wasn’t fastidious about the exterior cleanliness of his car, but its dark color did seem to show every speck of dirt, and he wanted it looking good for Amanda Wallace.

The caller ID showed that it was his house calling, and the only person who could be there was his wife; although it wasn’t normal for her to be there at this time of day.

“Hi, Lily. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Sammy, you need to come home.”

The fear in her voice was foreign to Samuel. His wife Lily was usually unflappable. For this reason, he didn’t question her request.

“I’m on my way,” he assured her, then hung up and called his dispatch to let them know he would be off duty until further notice.

Sean saw the Chattahoochee County Sheriff’s car sitting in the center median just north of the junction of Clarke Duncan Highway and U.S. 280. He was traveling north on U.S. 280 towards Columbus, Georgia, where he would pick up Interstate 185 north.

He hadn’t reached the outer limits of Fort Benning yet, but every current and former service person knew that the local law enforcement agencies frequently targeted the roads around military bases with speed traps. Sean had his cruise control set for five miles over the speed limit, but glanced down at his speedometer almost as a reflex while passing the patrol car.

Sean was about a quarter-mile behind a pack of cars traveling at approximately the same speed as him, but he instinctively knew that he being a solitary male of military age would single him out from the crowd.

His instincts proved correct as the Sheriff’s patrol car pulled off the median and began its pursuit of his vehicle. Sean was already in the right lane, so he pulled into the next roadside business’ parking lot before the patrol car had closed to within a distance that would make him the obvious focus of the flashing lights.

As expected, the Sheriff’s car pulled in behind Sean’s. The lone deputy remained in his vehicle while customers of the video rental business that Sean had pulled into, glanced between it and Sean’s car as they entered and exited the store.

After waiting five minutes for the deputy to exit his car and approach him, it finally dawned on Sean what the holdup was. In order to put as many cars in the field as possible, many law enforcement agencies had adopted a single officer per car plan. This approach broadened the placement of manpower, but also required that a second car be dispatched when a single officer felt that backup would be prudent.

With Fort Benning being home to some of the most specialized Army units, it made sense to Sean that no deputy would willingly face an Army Ranger or Green Beret alone if he didn’t have to. His suspicions were confirmed ten minutes later when a second Chattahoochee County Sheriff’s car pulled in behind the first. Sean watched in his mirrors as the deputy in the second car got out and walked behind the first patrol car and along the passenger side until he was at the right rear quarter panel of Sean’s car. His hand was on his holstered gun as he waited for his partner.

The deputy in the first car finally opened the door and exited the vehicle, leaving the door open as he approached Sean’s driver’s side window. Sean had already lowered the window, and retrieved his insurance card, registration, and driver’s license while waiting for the deputy. He had these in his lap as the deputy approached his window and spoke.

“Good afternoon, may I see your license and proof of insurance.”

Sean handed the requested items to the deputy without comment.

The deputy reviewed the items to make certain that they all showed the same contact information. Satisfied with their authenticity, he addressed Sean once more, “Do you know how fast you were going?”

“I wouldn’t be a very responsible driver if I wasn’t aware of my speed at all times, deputy. However, absent mile markers to determine distance and a stopwatch to determine the elapsed time, I have to assume that the speed I set on my cruise control and what I read on my speedometer is correct.”

“Well, all I have to judge your speed is the latest technology laser, which registered your vehicle at eighty-three miles per hour in a sixty-five zone.”

“I don’t question that your laser registered that speed, deputy, but I do question it registering it on my vehicle.”

“I don’t see any base tags. You keep your car off Benning?”

Sean laughed, “I wouldn’t be caught dead on an Army base. I’m ex-Marine.”

The deputy smiled at that. “I understand sir. Please excuse me for a few minutes. I’ll be right back with you.”

Sean watched in his mirrors as the deputy walked to the back of the car where his partner met him. The two deputies conversed for a few minutes before the first deputy returned to his car to run a check on Sean’s information. The second deputy remained at the rear of Sean’s car, but had assumed a much more relaxed posture.

Sean took the opportunity to check his text messages and to send a few of his own. Rick Acosta was keeping an ear open on the situation at the prison, but reported nothing that contradicted the scene Sean had painted with the evidence left behind. There was always the chance that some over-zealous investigator within one of the local law enforcement agencies would see a conspiracy in the accidental deaths of Minor and Major Ellis within days of each other, but he was confident that his role would never come to light.

Hearing the two deputies talking, Sean glanced from his cell phone to his mirrors to see the second deputy returning to his vehicle as the first deputy was approaching Sean’s window again. He set his cell phone onto the passenger seat and waited for the deputy to arrive.

“Mr. Wallace,” the deputy was handing Sean’s driver’s license and other documentation back to him. “Everything checks out. Please keep your speed within the posted limits and I’ll let you off without even a written warning.”

“Thank you, deputy. I appreciate your professionalism. Be careful out here.”

“Thank you, sir, I will. Have a good day.”

Sean started his car and was pulling back onto the highway while the deputy was still returning to his own car. Within minutes, he was driving past two more speed traps with two different agencies manning them.

This was just a divided highway, which didn’t have any controlled access such as an interstate highway would, but Sean knew that it made no difference in Georgia. Local law enforcement had jurisdiction over all roadways in their respective town, city or county. Even on interstates, local law enforcement frequently competed with the Georgia State Troopers for traffic violations to raise local revenue.

Checking the time, Sean saw that the brevity of that traffic stop had still put him behind his schedule by almost half an hour. He groaned as he saw the traffic slowing in front of him. He was wondering what the cause of the slowing was when he saw the temporary traffic signs on both shoulders of the road, “DUI CHECKPOINT – PREPARE TO STOP”.

Jefferson Ashe greeted Samuel inside the entryway of the Baldwin house, “Give me the keys to your car, then you can go join your wife in the kitchen.”

Samuel didn’t comment or question the orders. The gun that this man held didn’t influence his decision as much as his desire to see his wife did. He handed over the keys and walked past the man towards the kitchen. His wife stood at the kitchen sink talking to two white women who were sitting at the breakfast table. One was a redhead and the other was a brunette, but both wore too much make-up for the daytime. Both women held guns, but neither appeared overly threatening and even smiled at him as they saw him enter the kitchen.

“Lily, what’s going on?”

“Sammy!” Lily Baldwin dried her hands and rushed over to embrace her husband. “I’m glad you’re here.”

The man who had greeted Samuel came into the kitchen and was obviously in charge, “Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin please sit down at the table across from Lettie and Coco. I’ll explain what’s going to happen next.”

As Samuel led Lily over to the table, the brunette extended her hand to him and said, “Hi, I’m Coco, this is Lettie.”

Samuel and Lily shook Coco’s hand, followed by Lettie’s. They then took a seat as instructed. Glancing out the window to their patio, Samuel saw three young black men sitting around the table out there smoking.

Lily noticed his glance and said, “I asked them to smoke outside. They didn’t want to, but Mr. Ashe insisted.”

“Call me Blaze,” Jefferson Ashe said. “That’s what all my friends call me.”

“We’re not friends,” said Samuel.

“Either you’re my friend or you’re my enemy,” replied Blaze. “You do not want to be my enemy.”

At an athletic six feet seven inches in height, Jefferson “Blaze” Ashe was a handsome, well-groomed and articulate black man. His tailored suit looked expensive, and Samuel believed he could easily be mistaken for a business professional; but judging by the appearance of the two women sitting across from him, Ashe’s business was the oldest profession on Earth.

“What do you want?” Samuel asked.

“I simply need to borrow your car for a few hours. My ladies here, as well as the boys on your patio will remain here while I’m gone in case you need anything. As long as we remain friends, we’ll be out of your house as soon as I return.”

Samuel didn’t respond, and his squeezing of Lily’s hand told her not to respond either. Blaze nodded to his two ladies before leaving the kitchen and heading for Samuel’s limo in the driveway.

Blaze took the southern portion of the perimeter loop around the western portion of the Atlanta metro area until he reached exit fifteen. He then took that east to I-Bar’s house as he had been instructed. He thought it would have been faster to cut through downtown, but the directions were explicit and he had learned years ago not to deviate from any instructions I-Bar gave.

His loyalty and obedience are what provided him with the position within I-Bar’s organization that he now held. Blaze had the privilege of recruiting and managing the higher-class prostitutes in I-Bar’s stable. He treated the ladies well, kept them off drugs, protected them, and seldom had to discipline them more than once.

His infrequent need for violence did not diminish his willingness to use it when necessary. I-Bar had called upon him several times to provide people with a false sense of comfort based upon Blaze’s appearance, only to find themselves in a world of hurt when the true message from I-Bar was delivered by his messenger; Blaze Ashe.

Q-Tip met Blaze as he pulled the car up to the house, “Jes hang here. I-Bar an Splint be out in a minnit.”

As the message was delivered, Blaze saw I-Bar and Splint exiting the front door, both dressed in business suits. Splint indicated that he was supposed to drive, so Blaze got out and went over to the front passenger seat. I-Bar stopped to chat with Q-tip before he took the seat in back, directly behind Splint.

“We have twenty minutes to get to Peachtree-DeKalb Airport,” said I-Bar. “Go through Buckhead. We’re less likely to run into any road closures.”

“Road closures?” asked Blaze, turning in his seat to look at I-Bar.

“Yeah, the fucking President is flying into town and they always close roads and overpasses along his travel route to wherever he’s headed. The closer you get to either the place where he lands or the place he is headed, the longer you can expect to be delayed. I once got stuck on Delk Road for almost two hours when the last President came to town.”

“Got it,” said Blaze. “So, everything is still planned as we discussed?”

“Fucking right,” said I-Bar. He handed something to Blaze, “Put this in your right ear and run the wire under your collar. It doesn’t plug into anything. It’s for appearances only.”

Blaze inserted the earpiece into his right ear and pushed the wire under his collar. I-Bar reached over the seat and handed Blaze another item, “Pin this to your left lapel.”

Blaze took the little pin and examined it before pinning it to his suit jacket as instructed. It was a tiny volunteer fireman’s badge, but at a distance, it could pass as an official emblem.

I-Bar checked the flight progress of Amanda Wallace’s plane on his cell phone as they continued towards the airport. The timing was going to be close unless the flight got delayed for some reason.

Sean was relieved to finally get to the checkpoint to find it just being setup. Traffic had slowed due to the activity, but no cars were being stopped yet. He had wondered who they had expected to catch being under the influence before 5 pm on a mid-week day, but running the checkpoint from the early evening until around midnight would nab a few drunken soldiers.

As he passed the checkpoint, he accelerated along with the other cars on the road. Within fifteen minutes he had transitioned onto Interstate 185. Approximately forty miles from there he would merge onto Interstate 85, and take that the rest of the way into Atlanta.

The presence of patrol cars continued through Muscogee County, but Sean stuck diligently to the posted speed limit and was unaccosted. However, five miles inside Harris County, Sean encountered that Sheriff Department’s first speed trap.

He was still traveling at the posted speed limit, but watched his mirrors in frustration as the patrol car pulled off the center median and turned its roof lights on almost immediately after Sean had passed it.

Sean moved to the right lane and began searching for the next exit. He slowed and kept his right turn signal on to let the patrol car know of his intentions. Apparently, the deputy driving was unfamiliar with Sean’s intentions, because he hit his siren several times to get Sean’s attention. Sean waved out his window and continued a mile and a half to the next exit. He turned right at the end of the ramp and pulled into a gas station with the Sheriff’s patrol car right behind him.

Unlike the previous stop, this deputy had no reservations about facing an unknown driver alone. Sean watched as the deputy took no time in exiting his patrol car and approaching the driver’s side of Sean’s.

Images of a younger version of Buford T. Justice from the movie “Smokey and the Bandit” flashed into Sean’s mind, and he had to stifle a laugh as the deputy spoke.

“Don’t you know you’re supposed to pull over boy when a police car has its emergency lights on?”

“I don’t know how much more pulled over I could get deputy. I’m off the road, sitting with my car in park, and you’re standing still beside me. That seems pretty pulled over to me.”

“Listen smart ass, it took you more than a mile to pull over after I lit you up. I could arrest you for refusing to obey a police officer.”

“You would only embarrass yourself if you did. I can see the dash camera in your car and I know that it activates the second you initiate a traffic stop. You have more than a mile of video showing me acknowledging you, and signaling that I was pulling off at the next exit. I have now stopped off the freeway, in a location where you can safely approach my vehicle without noise from passing vehicles, or the chance of you being struck while out of your own vehicle. So, you go ahead and arrest me for demonstrating concern for your safety.”

“Well aren’t you the considerate little soldier. You have any idea how fast you were going Mary Poppins?”

“Yes, I do,” said Sean. He waited for the deputy to respond to his answer.

The deputy obviously thought that Sean would blurt out a confession to traveling faster than the posted speed limit, so he waited several seconds before continuing, “So how fast were you going ... what is your rank? You look like a buck private to me.”

“I was driving at the posted speed limit, and I left the United States Marine Corps at the rank of Captain. Any other questions deputy?”

“Well Captain Mary Poppins, show me your license and proof of insurance then we’ll see if I have any more questions for you.”

Sean handed him the requested items and waited as they were examined by the deputy, as he remained in place beside Sean’s car. Sean’s cell phone began ringing as he sat there.

Before he could answer it, the deputy spoke, “Don’t go talking on your phone while I’m conducting business with you.”

Sean saw the caller ID indicating the call was from Gail Bennet, so he ignored the deputy and answered the phone. The deputy reached in and hit the disconnect button on Sean’s steering wheel before either Sean or Gail could say anything.

“You don’t listen very well, boy. I said no talking on the phone while I am conducting business with you. Someone should teach you to respect the law, Captain.”

Through gritted teeth, Sean said, “I have the greatest respect for professional law enforcement. If you ever want to join that team, I’ll respect you as well.”

Sean’s phone rang again, and he answered it as before. As the deputy reached in to try and disconnect the call, Sean caught his hand and applied thumb pressure at the correct location to cause more numbness than actual pain. He released the hand and the deputy quickly pulled it out of the car; stepping back and shaking his arm and hand trying to recover some feeling in it, cursing as he did so.

Sean rolled up his window and locked his doors, but he made no attempt to drive away. He then turned his attention to Gail Bennet on his phone.

“Sorry Gail, I have some distractions at the moment. What’s up?”

“I understand, and I’m sorry to bother you, but my agent assigned to escort Mrs. Wallace from the airport is still waiting for the driver to pick him up. He was supposed to have been picked up thirty minutes ago so that they were at the airport well in advance of the plane landing. I have contacted the car service and they report that the assigned driver called in and took himself off duty for some unknown reason. There is another car on the way to pick up my agent, but he will arrive after Mrs. Wallace lands.”

“Get hold of Amanda and tell her not to leave the plane until I get there,” Sean said.

“That very message has been relayed to the pilot. I’m sure everything is fine, but I wanted you to be aware of these developments.”

Sean checked the time once more. Amanda was due to land in less than fifteen minutes and he was at least ninety minutes from the airport. He needed to get back on the road.

“Thanks, Gail, please keep me posted.” He disconnected the call and opened his car door.

The deputy was still trying to get some feeling back into his right hand, so he couldn’t get his gun out of its holster as Sean rose from his car and pulled something from his back pocket. Sean took the deputy’s left forearm, again applying pressure to a location that commanded compliance, and began leading the gasping man back to his patrol car.

With his left hand, Sean held up the Federal law enforcement badge that his uncle had supplied to him so that it was clearly visible to the deputy, as well as the dash camera in the patrol car. He positioned the deputy and sat him behind the steering wheel of his patrol car before releasing his grip; removing his license and insurance card from the breast pocket where the deputy had placed them and stepping back.

“You will regain feeling in your hand and arms within the next ten to fifteen minutes,” Sean said.

“Sorry that I have to pull weight on you deputy, but as you can see, I am a Federal agent and I can’t tolerate your delaying me any longer. Now, you will be defenseless until you get the use of your hand and arms back, so I’m going to turn your car on, set the air conditioner, and then lock the doors so no one else can get in to bother you in the meantime. Have a nice day.”

Sean returned to his car, and was back on the freeway heading north within minutes. The farther away from Fort Benning he traveled, the more comfortable he was with increasing his speed. By the time he reached the transition onto Interstate 85, he was able to maintain a speed of seventy-five miles per hour, which was only five miles over the posted speed limit along this stretch, and should be safe enough to avoid any further encounters with local police.

While Splint drove, I-Bar alternated between monitoring the progress of Amanda Wallace’s flight and giving instructions to Q-Tip back at his house. Tracking the flight was a passive activity, while his plans for Amanda Wallace once he had her were very dynamic, and I-Bar wanted them to be perfect.

One of I-Bar’s enterprises was his music production business, which in the last decade had evolved into producing music videos to promote the rap and hip-hop CD’s the artists were trying to sell. Q-Tip was left behind to supervise the setup of the lights, microphones and video equipment that I-Bar wanted in place well before the time came to use it with Amanda Wallace.

He was going to take his time with this bitch. I-Bar hadn’t decided yet if he would share her with any of his men, or in what fashion he might share her, so he gave this some thought as the car entered the airport. He instructed Splint to find a spot along the curb outside the World Wings terminal.

The tinted windows on the car would make it nearly impossible for anyone to see him sitting in the back seat. After instructing Blaze on where he wanted him to stand on the outside of the car, and making sure that Amanda Wallace would be recognized by his man, he moved deeper into the seat as far from the rear passenger door as he could, spun the leather collar he had brought, and waited for his prey to come to him.

Amanda listened as Jeannie communicated with approach control and knew that they would be landing soon. As she had promised Carol, Amanda had spent most of the flight reviewing the two guest lists. She would need to go over them again with Sean, but she only had one person on the wedding list that caused her any real concern; the President of the United States. It would be impossible for them to have the small, private and unpublicized wedding they had discussed if the President was invited. She wondered whose idea it was to place his name on the list.

Putting the papers and other items she had removed for the flight back into her messenger bag, she felt the nine-millimeter pistol sitting in it and remembered that she needed to get a holster of some sort for it. She considered the inside of the bag and decided that it wouldn’t be too difficult to have a leather insert sewn into it that would nestle the gun along one side of the bag, leaving it more accessible than it was sitting among the loose articles. In the meantime, she adjusted the Velcro strap that held her laptop against the side of the bag so that there would be enough slack to slide the pistol under it as well. Not perfect, but better than anything else for now.

Amanda had just set the bag back down when she heard the plane’s landing gear lowering. She looked out the window, and as had been the case for most of their flight, all she could see were clouds. She watched the clouds as the plane descended through them, using the vaporous image to take her mind off other things, and to focus them on Sean.

She hoped that he was there to meet her. She craved him when he wasn’t with her, and she knew that he felt the same way about her. She considered calling Sean on his cell phone but decided to wait to see if he was waiting for her at the airport first.

“We’re about twenty minutes ahead of Air Force One,” yelled Jeannie. “They had to navigate around the worst of this weather, so we’ll be able to land before the air space gets closed down.”

“Excellent,” said Amanda. “Thank you, Jeannie.”

When the plane had descended below the clouds, Amanda noticed that there were raindrops on the windows. She imagined that they had started while they had been in the clouds, but she hadn’t noticed them against the background. Off on the eastern horizon, she saw the sky was much darker, except where the clouds would suddenly brighten with obvious lightning.