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Sheriff Morgan Smith was perturbed that his attempts to contact the men making the movie were unsuccessful, but he wasn’t entirely surprised. The lack of cellular signals throughout large portions of his county was something he and his staff dealt with every day.
As he made the turn onto the road leading to Glenn Parker’s cabin, Sheriff Morgan started imagining the positive aspects of him needing to communicate with the men in person. While he had no interest in watching the girl die at the end of the movie, the opportunity to witness some of the sex scenes prior to that could be enjoyable.
The stolen van was obvious as Smith drove up to the cabin. Unfortunately, the half dozen National Park Police vehicles surrounding the cabin were even more obvious. Smith pulled into the clearing for the cabin and surveyed his surroundings. Armed Park Rangers were entering and exiting the cabin as Smith parked his car and stepped out.
‘What’s going on here?’ barked Smith.
He suddenly found more than a dozen handguns and at least five automatic rifles pointing directly at him.
‘Place your hands on top of your head and make no further moves,’ said one of the Park Rangers.
‘Fuck you,’ said Smith. ‘I am Sheriff of this county and I demand to know what is going on here in my jurisdiction.’
‘Have it your way,’ came the reply as six Park Rangers proceeded to tackle Smith to the ground, disarm him and secure his hands behind his back in handcuffs.
‘How dare you!’ screamed Smith.
Leaving Smith face down in the dirt outside the cabin, Rick Acosta spoke to the back of his head, ‘You are interfering with a National Security event. The FBI will be here shortly to interrogate you and determine what your role will or will not be. Rest assured that you will not pose a threat to any of my men or be provided with any further information until your authorization level has been established and verified.’
Acosta and one other of his team helped Smith to his feet. Patting him down to make certain he had no additional weapons, Acosta found Smith’s cell phone in his shirt pocket. He removed it and placed it in his own pocket.
‘Now, I suggest that you allow us to place you in the back seat of your vehicle until the FBI arrives, or you can remain where you are. It’s your choice.’
Smith didn’t resist, but he didn’t go quietly either, ‘If my department doesn’t hear from me this whole county will be swarming with deputies and others searching for me.’
‘Not likely,’ said Acosta. ‘United States Marshals have already assumed jurisdiction for your department and your deputies are currently being relieved of duty until each one is cleared of complicity in the National Security event that brings us all together.’
‘You keep mentioning a National Security event. What exactly is this event?’ asked Smith.
‘It relates to criminal acts by foreign citizens on American soil and the treasonous acts of those U.S. citizens who assisted them.’
Smith paled at this revelation. He looked at the cabin through the side window of his car and remembered the heavily accented voices of the man he had spoken to earlier.
***
Amanda stopped what she was doing and gave the conversation between Sean and Mickey her full attention.
‘Me?’ asked Sean.
Mickey joined them at the table, placed a hand on Sean’s arm and said, ‘Not you personally, but it appears that your company or at least some of your employees are involved. The cell phone left by the men who you rescued Amanda from was called a little while ago by a cell phone belonging to the Seminole County Sheriff, but this call was placed immediately after a call to his phone from a cell phone registered to Wallace Enterprises.’
‘If we have the number, Brian Hibbert could tell us who is assigned that phone,’ said Sean.
‘We have already determined who the number is assigned to,’ answered Mickey. ‘It is someone I have heard you and Amanda mention a couple of times today – Tom Folsom.’
Sean and Amanda looked at each other. Mickey continued, ‘The call from the Sheriff was not answered so a car was apparently dispatched to check out the cabin where Amanda was taken. That vehicle is now in federal custody until the FBI has a chance to interrogate the driver and determine why it was sent to the cabin. Our suspicion is that something or someone tipped off our operation to rescue the girls and Folsom wanted to check the situation with Amanda.’
‘Or they found out that Glenn Parker was returning early and wanted to make sure that the cabin was cleared out prior to his return,’ said Sean. ‘Moe told me and Amanda that she has been questioned about her making the arrangements for Glenn’s flight.’
‘I agree with Sean,’ said Amanda. ‘Everything we have heard so far indicates that learning of Glenn Parker’s return early must be the catalyst to the Sheriff sending someone to the cabin.’
‘That makes sense,’ said Mickey, ‘but I’m increasing security here for the girls just in case. No one will get into the parking lot, let alone the lobby of this hotel unless they are a registered guest with a valid room key.’
‘I’m fine with that,’ said Sean. ‘If I need to close the property down and relocate all paying guests I will do it. It stands to reason that at some point when the truck fails to arrive at its destination someone will start wondering what happened to it. Based upon the concerns of Uncle Kirby about how connected these people seem to be in order to arrange for this operation, it might not take them long to learn that the shipment has been taken, and by who.’
‘I need to leave in a few minutes to join the interrogation of the traders,’ said Mickey.
‘Where are they being held?’ asked Sean.
‘We have them at our detention facility at Hartsfield-Jackson Airport. Want to join me Sean?’ Mickey hoped that using his name would make her invitation clearly exclusive to Sean, and Amanda easily picked up on the message.
‘While you two are busy with the interrogation, I would like to try and get some clothes and other things arranged for the girls,’ said Amanda. ‘I also need to contact my attorney and let him know my situation.’
‘Give us your new cell number,’ said Sean. ‘We’ll keep you posted on our progress.’ Amanda read the number off to both of them and they entered it into their respective phone directories. Sean and Mickey rose to leave and Amanda stopped them.
‘Can I have both of your numbers to put into my phone?’ Sean smiled and recited his number, and Mickey followed with hers.
Amanda gave Mickey a hug and said ‘Thank you Mickey for everything you have done.’
Mickey was surprised, but hugged her back and simply nodded. Turning to Sean she said, ‘I’ll meet you in the hall.’ She then went back into her room, closing the adjoining door on her way.
As Sean approached the door leading from their room to the hallway, Amanda started to give him a hug, but then stopped. She still hadn’t fully recovered from the effects that her earlier physical contact with him had caused and she didn’t want to compound her confusion until she had an opportunity to analyze things further. ‘Do you want me to pick anything up for you while I am shopping for the girls?’
Noticing her hesitancy with a degree of relief mixed with disappointment, Sean smiled at her and shook his head. ‘I’m set, but thanks for asking. How are you planning to do this shopping? On-line?’
‘Not if I can help it. Not that I don’t have confidence in Mr. Talbot from the Embassy, but I’ll start by contacting Jeremy Thorndike and let him start making arrangements for a car and driver to be available to me today. He can also handle the funding of any purchases I need to make until I receive my replacement passport and credit card.’
Sean surprised Amanda with a kiss on the cheek and said, ‘Well just remember Mrs. Wallace, you could also call Moe and ask her for assis
tance with anything you need.’
Amanda laughed and said, ‘I’ll remember Mr. Wallace.’
Mickey heard Amanda’s laughter as Sean opened the door to their room and exited into the hall to meet her. She started down the hall to the elevators with Sean on her heels.
The door to the room had barely closed when Amanda picked up her cell phone and started dialing an international number. She hoped that the unfamiliar number appearing on Jeremy’s caller ID would not dissuade him from answering the call, especially considering the early hour in Sydney.
Her call was answered with a groggy, ‘Yes?’
‘Jeremy, this is Amanda. I am so sorry to call you so early in the morning, but I was concerned that you would be worried and want to hear from me as soon as possible.’
‘You are absolutely right! I was awaken a couple of times, which is why I was sleeping late. I heard from our Embassy in Washington, but their assurances of your safety did little to appease my concerns. Then there was the call from that lawyer asking about you…’
‘I am perfectly safe now, but I could use some assistance from you. The Embassy promised to arrange for a replacement passport and credit card, but I will need a car and driver as soon as possible in order for me to get to the American Express office to retrieve them.’
‘Nonsense,’ said Jeremy. ‘I’ll have the items brought to you. Just tell me where you want them delivered…’
‘Thank you Jeremy, but I’ll need the transportation regardless. I have several errands that I need to run and lots of shopping to do. If for some reason the Embassy wasn’t able to fulfill their promise, I will need you to assist me with insuring that my purchases are properly funded.’
‘As you wish, Amanda. Where would you like the car to pick you up?’
Amanda gave him the address for the hotel as well as her new cell phone number. ‘Thank you for your help Jeremy. Please try to get some rest. I’ll be in touch over the next few days with some legal matters that I will need you to handle.’
‘Legal matters such as what?’ asked Jeremy.
‘It will depend on how things work out here,’ replied Amanda. ‘I believe at minimum I will want to establish a trust for the orphan girls, but there will likely be additional tasks of both a business and personal nature.’
‘I’ll wait to hear from you then. Don’t hesitate to call however, regardless of the hour.’
‘Thanks again Jeremy,’ said Amanda as she ended the call.
Searching the internet for locations of the American Express offices in the Atlanta area, Amanda soon identified the one where her passport and credit card were being held. After verifying their hours of operation she searched for shopping malls along the route between the hotel and the AMEX office and started planning her afternoon. A sudden thought interrupted her planning and she quickly found a phone number on the internet.
‘Thank you for calling the Methodist Home of Atlanta…’ was the recorded greeting Amanda heard as her call was connected. Pressing zero in hopes of bypassing a list of prompts she was soon connected with a live person.
‘Good afternoon,’ said Amanda. ‘May I speak with the Director please?’
‘I’ll see if Mr. Hale is available. Please hold.’
After only a few seconds a tired sounding man came on the line, ‘This is Jim Hale. May I help you?’
‘Good afternoon Mr. Hale, my name is Amanda Wallace…’ Amanda proceeded to explain her background working with the Methodist orphanage in East Timor, along with the events leading up to her and the twenty-five girls now being in Atlanta.
‘What a horrible experience for all of you,’ said Jim Hale. ‘Is there anything that we can do here to assist you until their status is determined by the US Government?’
‘That is actually the purpose for my call, Mr. Hale. Since the girls are technically wards of the Methodist Church, I would like your assistance in having their custody transferred to your facility. I will personally cover all the legal costs and put my lawyer at your disposal to deal with any government agencies involved.’
Even if she eventually returned to Australia, Amanda knew the girls would have better lives and stand a stronger chance at being adopted by nice families if they remained in the United States. Somehow, she had already come to accept the fact that Sean Wallace would be the determining factor in where she spent the rest of her life.
‘I appreciate your offer to help, Ms. Wallace, but we do not have the space to accommodate twenty-five young girls at this time. Our licensed occupancy limit is exceeded on a daily basis as it is…’
‘Mr. Hale,’ Amanda interrupted, ‘Just tell me what you need to accept these girls and I will make certain it is provided to you.’
‘We would need accommodations, food, clothing and staff at the very least.’
‘Is there a facility near your current location that would be suitable for accommodating the girls and required staff?’ asked Amanda.
‘I’m afraid not,’ said Hale.
‘Mr. Hale, I would appreciate it if you assumed a more ‘can-do’ attitude. The Methodist Church is responsible for these girls and I am willing to personally fund their care under your supervision. Please research what other facilities in the Atlanta area are suitable for your needs relative to these girls, and start recruiting the staff you feel will be required. My lawyer, Jeremy Thorndike will be contacting you to discuss your financial needs, but this matter needs to be handled expeditiously.’
‘I’ll do my best. Is there a number where I can reach you?’
Amanda gave him her cell phone number and ended the call just as the room phone rang. ‘Hello,’ she said as she answered the phone.
‘Mrs. Wallace, there is a driver downstairs in the lobby waiting for you.’
‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I’ll be right down.’
***
Bryce Pierre read the message from his assistant one more time. He had ignored Tom Folsom’s original request for a conference call with himself, Mark Morris and Kimberly Morris and now the messages were getting more demanding and hostile in their tone. Bryce had called in some support, and was now prepared for the conversation that he felt certain was about to occur.
Pierre took a seat at the conference table just as his assistant announced over the intercom that Tom Folsom was on the phone. He instructed her to put the call through to the conference room as he hit the speakerphone on the table.
‘Good afternoon Mr. Folsom,’ greeted Pierre.
‘Bryce, I have Mark Morris and Kimberly Morris on the phone with me. We appreciate you taking the time to discuss some critical matters with us,’ responded Folsom.
‘What matters would that be?’ asked Bryce.
‘Primarily, the enforcement of the management contract between Tri-Star Partners and Wallace Enterprises. Sean Wallace seems to think that he can just waltz in and assume control without regard for the contract that exists naming Tri-Star as the managing entity for all of Wallace Enterprises.’
Bryce knew that Folsom was going to play this card. ‘Mr. Folsom, as I told you when you and the other Vice Presidents signed the contract with Tri-Star, it was an unenforceable agreement that none of you had the authority to enter into on behalf of Wallace Enterprises or Sean Wallace.’
Folsom was not to be dissuaded that easily. ‘I have it on sound legal advice from Tri-Star’s lawyers that the fact that the contract was signed by three officers of Wallace Enterprises then it is in fact quite enforceable.’
Bryce was shaking his head and trying to stifle the laughter that was about to erupt from his companions in the conference room. ‘Mr. Folsom, you should seek better legal counsel. None of you three are officers of Wallace Enterprises. You are each an officer of a specific division of Wallace Enterprises, but you have no authority beyond your own respective organizational responsibilities. No
w, had Mr. Morris for example signed an agreement between Tri-Star Partners and the Hospitality Division of Wallace Enterprises, he might have a legal leg to stand on. Essentially, Tri-Star Partners would need to sign three separate contracts with each of your respective divisions in order for them to have overall management control of Wallace Enterprises, and even then, Sean Wallace, as sole owner, would have the right to negate the contract at any time.’
‘As legal counsel for us,’ said Folsom, ‘I would expect you and your firm to have provided the advice you say we needed before now. Tri-Star will sue to enforce the contract, you can be assured of that.’
‘I will repeat myself to all of you once again, Mr. Folsom. Middleton, Parker and Pierre does not represent any of you. We represent Sean Wallace and Wallace Enterprises. In that capacity, I advised you against your plans to sign the contract with Tri-Star Partners because I knew it would not be a valid or enforceable agreement. In addition Mr. Folsom, the authority of Mr. and Mrs. Morris is further diminished by the fact that their employment contracts were never signed or even approved by Sean Wallace.’
‘There needs to be a single authority leading Wallace Enterprises and that is what the management contract with Tri-Star provides. Each division operating on its own as Sean Wallace left things increases overall operational expenses, creates redundant activities and diminishes our competitive position for every brand we have,’ argued Folsom.
‘There has always been a single authority leading Wallace Enterprises,’ retorted Pierre. ‘Sean Wallace never relinquished his role as President, trusting in his divisional vice presidents to focus on their own jobs, knowing that if they did so, the sum of their individual efforts would grow the whole organization.’
‘Well that strategy certainly hasn’t worked for him, now has it?’ chided Folsom.
‘It probably would have if one of his vice presidents hadn’t usurped the strategy by replacing two of the other vice presidents without authority to do so,’ countered Pierre.
Folsom didn’t respond to this comment, but took a different direction, ‘So is Sean Wallace planning to assume a more prominent role in the management of Wallace Enterprises? If he tries to do that, he needs to know that his authority within the organization, with our vendors, and even with our customers will be challenged by Tri-Star Partners.’
‘I keep telling you, Mr. Folsom, Tri-Star Partners has no legal authority because they do not have a valid contract with Wallace Enterprises…’
Folsom interrupted, ‘The contract was recognized by the bank as valid enough for all of the financial accounts of Wallace Enterprises to be transferred to accounts controlled by Tri-Star Partners. For the past three months all accounts payable and accounts receivable, as well as the investment and retained earning accounts have been managed under the terms of the contract with Tri-Star. If the contract is challenged, Tri-Star could shut Wallace Enterprises down entirely simply by virtue of their financial control over the organization.’
Bryce Pierre looked around the conference room at the other occupants before responding, ‘Very well, Mr. Folsom. Was there anything further that you wanted to discuss?’
‘Just make certain that Sean Wallace understands that while he may technically own Wallace Enterprises, Tri-Star Partners controls everything and further meddling by him will not be in his best interest. Good-bye.’
‘So it’s as you suspected,’ said the lone woman in the conference room. Assistant US Attorney Judy Gardner had been a friend of Sean Wallace since childhood and gladly agreed to listen in on the conference call once Bryce Pierre had informed her of the situation and his suspicions.
‘They are definitely not as bright as they think they are,’ said Federal Judge Benjamin Evans. He too had agreed to listen to the conversation when Pierre had shared his concerns over a suspected conspiracy against Sean Wallace. Judge Evans had owned the property next to the Wallace family home for decades, had been a close friend of Sean’s father and maintained regular contact with his grandmother who still lived in the house. Turning to Judy Gardner, he added, ‘My wife has been keeping me informed of what she knew, but I couldn’t take action solely upon what she suspected. How long will it take you to prepare the required motions?’
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