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When she took his hand, they both felt something different.
It was like a switch had been thrown with her touch. Sean suddenly felt like he had more blood in his body than he had had just a minute ago, and he could almost swear that he felt it warming as it rose up his arm, through his shoulder, and further into his body and soul. He didn’t understand it, but he took notice of it and enjoyed brief thoughts of what it foretold.
Amanda felt strength in Sean’s touch such as she had never experienced before. While she had held the hands of a few ranch workers and other men who had tough, strong, calloused hands, in Sean’s she felt what she could only describe as the strength of a warrior rather than just a man. Feeling tender pressure from him against her skin, she knew that this hand held enough power to literally crush her own hand if he chose to. It felt like she was holding warm leather covered steel, but she knew she was safe – safer than she had ever been in her life as long as she held this hand.
After leaving Glenn Parker’s cabin, Sean had led her to the tree where he had left his trapped Muskrats and then to the partially beaten path that led to his cabin. Sean noted that she had not reacted to the carcasses, and merely accepted them with indifference as if she had some familiarity with dead game. The sun had started rising so there was adequate light for their hike.
They had only been walking about ten minutes when her need for conversation could no longer be denied. The path was too narrow for them to walk side by side, so she was slightly behind Sean as she maintained a hold on his hand and let him lead her through the low tree branches, bushes, and fallen logs littering the ground.
‘Where did you get the nickname ‘Recon’?’ Amanda asked.
‘It’s short for ‘reconnaissance’,’ he told her as he continued to fuss with attempts to keep his hair out of his face. ‘I have always been good at tracking animals while hunting and sneaking up on them without being detected. That combined with my patience waiting for my target to be in the right position for a single-shot kill earned me the nickname. A lot of people think it’s because I was part of the Marine Corp Force Recon, but I had the nickname years before joining the Corp.’
Sean had spent six years in the Marines after college. After boot camp, he had gone directly into Officer Candidate School where one of his instructors learned about Sean’s training in Hsing-I, one of the famed Chinese internal martial arts and got him involved in the Marine Corp Martial Arts Program. He rose quickly through the degrees of the Marine Corp program, introducing several new techniques that were adopted and integrated into the regiment, becoming one of only ten Instructor Trainer Qualified Black Belts even before graduating from OCS. After a tour in Afghanistan, Sean was assigned as an instructor in close-quarter combat for the Marine Corp’s Embassy Security Group, traveling around the world evaluating and upgrading the capabilities of Marines assigned to protect American Embassies and diplomats in foreign lands.
‘Were you raised near here in the wilderness?’ she asked. The sun was starting to rise so that Amanda could now see more than dark shadows in the shapes of trees and shrubs.
Sean laughed. ‘No, I was raised in two different places. With my mom, we lived in a suburb of Atlanta called Johns Creek. It was a pretty basic middle-class neighborhood and upbringing. With my dad, I lived in a mansion on a two hundred year-old estate along the Cumberland River that has been in his family for generations. It’s located outside of Nashville, Tennessee and my time there was all high-society and pampered materialism at its finest.’
‘So your parents were divorced?’
‘Actually, no,’ he said. ‘My mom and dad had a kind of ‘serial’ relationship. They loved each other till their dying day, but their differing views on what constituted ‘the good life’ made it impossible for them to live together. While they couldn’t seem to live together for long periods of time, my parents remained married and neither of them ever strayed outside their vows to each other. I think they actually spent more quality time together as a couple than most married people who live together and see each other every day of the week. We took all of our family vacations together, spent every holiday together, they both were equally active in raising me and as long as we weren’t in either’s ‘home turf’, you would never guess that they were not the perfect couple.’
‘Any brothers or sisters?’ she asked.
‘No, just me.’
‘You said ’till their dying day’. I’ll understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but did they both die?’
Sean nodded. ‘Yeah, about three years ago. I was in the Corp at the time. They were taking an around the world sailing vacation on a yacht with some friends. Their yacht was captured by pirates – actually near East Timor, and even though the ransom was paid, they were all executed.’
‘Oh Sean, how awful. Were the pirates ever brought to justice?’
Sean simply looked down at her and nodded. The look in his eyes as he confirmed that justice had been served left no doubt in her mind who had meted out the justice for his parents.
‘You told my captors that you were no longer in the Marines. What do you do now?’
‘Right now? Well until I stumbled upon you, I have been sort of hibernating,’ he told her. ‘For the last ten months or so I have been soul searching and building my resolve to face the responsibilities that await me.’
‘What sort of responsibilities do you face?’
‘Running the family business,’ Sean said, and the tone of his voice told Amanda that this was not a subject that she should pursue right at that time.
‘I understand,’ is all Amanda said.
Sean continued walking and looked over his shoulder at her. He was feeling an almost visceral connection to this woman. When she didn’t question him further on his revelation, he realized that maybe she really did understand.
Although she felt that she knew the answer already, Amanda caressed his hand with her thumb and asked the question anyway, ‘Do you have anyone that you can share your responsibilities with, someone who you can trust, like other rellies or friends?’
‘Rellies?
‘Sorry,’ Amanda giggled. ‘Relatives.’
Sean squeezed her hand in return but didn’t otherwise reply to her question. Simultaneously, he thought to himself, ‘I might have just found someone.’
She started to ask him another question, but he stopped her. ‘Amanda, surprising as it is to me, I don’t mind discussing my life with you, but we need to do it some other time. Right now we should focus on you telling me as much as you can remember about the ship, its layout, the number of girls onboard, the number of captors, and any weapons that they may have.’
‘Of course, I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I told you all I know about the possible name of the ship. It was an intermodal container carrier vessel with the deck covered in loaded carrier trailers. I don’t know how large the crew is for the ship, or if they even knew about the girls and I being transported on the ship. Our only contact was with the six traders that originally took us from the bus. They had placed us into a container in, I assume Dili, which was then loaded onto the ship with a crane. The interior of the container had straw mats for us to lie on and two buckets for us to use as a dunnie, or toilet. There were twenty five girls with me, ranging in age from six to fifteen. Once a day, two of the traders would partially open the door to the container. The combination of traders varied from day to day, but I never saw more than six different faces. One would point a rifle at us while the other one came in and swapped out the buckets with clean ones. After that, they would bring us a big bowl of boiled rice and a gallon jug of water for us to share. Occasionally they would toss
in some raw fish, and I tried to share the meager protein among the girls, but there wasn’t always enough for each of them to have some.’
‘Only one of them had a rifle when they came to the container?’ Sean asked.
‘Yes,’ she confirmed, ‘and now that you mention it, even when they were commandeering our bus, only two of the traders that day had guns. The rest had machetes or knives only.’
‘Did you notice anything else about the container, such as any name or identifying markings on it that would allow us to find it amongst all the others on the ship?’
‘It was dark when I was taken out and put into the motor boat, but I did notice that the container was sort of a rust orange or red color and we were pretty close to the back of the ship because they didn’t have to walk me far on the deck before making me climb down a ladder hung over the side. Also, the containers are stacked three high and ours was on the bottom, sitting right on the deck.’
‘Great info Amanda,’ he said in praise, ‘This will all be helpful once we locate the ship. You said that you didn’t know if the crew was even aware of you and the girls being on the ship. Why do you think that?’
She thought about his question before answering. ‘I got the impression that the traders were trying to keep us secret. For example, every time they opened the door to the container, the very first thing they told us was that if anyone made a sound, we would all be punished. This seemed strange for a ship in the middle of the ocean since no one could hear us except the crew. When we were passing through what I now assume was the Panama Canal, two of the traders stayed in the container with us to insure that no one made any noise. Then, when they were taking me from the container to the motor boat, they kept our path very close to the containers and they were very diligent in their efforts for us not to be seen by anyone else on the ship.’
‘So you never heard any discussions on where the ship was headed?’
‘No, I’m sorry,’ she said.
Sean reviewed and tried to organize what they did know as they walked the last thousand yards to his cabin. The house sat in a clearing that left natural growth meadows extending from the structure more than 100 feet to the nearest trees. It was even more remote than Glenn Parker’s, but unlike Glenn, Sean’s cabin was approximately 2000 square feet of professionally constructed log cabin ranch house, had indoor plumbing, running water, a satellite dish on the roof and a diesel generator running in a shed set off from the cabin which provided him with all the electricity required for today’s modern conveniences. There was a detached garage that appeared large enough for at least three full size vehicles. Solar panels were creatively integrated into the roof of all the structures. Although it had a rustic appearance, Amanda thought calling this house a cabin was akin to calling the Pacific Ocean a ‘Sea’.
Sean unlocked the front door, disabled the alarm and held it open for Amanda to enter. Her first impression, based solely upon television shows she had seen, was that she had entered a typical suburban American home with a large screen television mounted above the fireplace, beautiful hardwood floors covered strategically with oriental rugs and a very modern and well equipped kitchen visible through a cutout across the living room. The space was clean and tidy, not at all what one would expect for the domicile of the outdoorsman that Sean appeared to be.
Amanda stopped to examine a large photo portrait on one wall that showed a handsome man in his forties, a beautiful young woman with blonde hair, and a teenage Sean between them. Sean’s features were obviously shared from his parents, but he definitely had his mother’s eyes and his father’s smile.
‘Are these your parents?’ she asked.
‘Yes, that picture was taken just after my sixteenth birthday.’
‘What were their names?’
‘Edward Sean Wallace and Allison Elizabeth Askew-Wallace,’ said Sean. ‘They went by ‘Eddie’ and ‘Allie’.’
‘Your mother appears much younger than your father. What was the age difference between them?’
Sean laughed and said, ‘I’m sure she would love to hear you say that. She was actually thirteen days older than my father.’
‘Wow!’ is all Amanda said as she continued exploring the room while following Sean into the house. Amanda was particularly intrigued by the prominent role in the living room played by the largest stuffed Teddy Bear that she had ever seen. The large, black stuffed bear sat on what looked like a specially built milking stool and would be spotlighted by a recessed bulb in the ceiling had it been turned on. Positioned in a sitting pose on the stool, it was still taller than Amanda standing before it.
‘Someone like Teddy Bears?’ she asked.
Without expression on his face, Sean replied, ‘My Uncle Kirby gave that to me years ago as a sort of joke.’ He left his explanation there and proceeded into the kitchen area with Amanda following.
Sean’s cabin had been built by his father as a private get-away for his grandparents, but his grandfather had died before they ever got a chance to use it. The two thousand square foot ‘cabin’ was designed and built with the comfort of Sean’s paternal grandmother in mind, knowing that she would not accept anything too rustic, regardless of how remote it might be. Sean believed that this was probably the only residence of any kind within a hundred miles that had a room designated for a maid, although it had never been used for that purpose. He didn’t share any of this with Amanda.
Sean arrived in the kitchen and put the Muskrats into the freezer. ‘They’ll hold there until I get a chance to deal with them further.’
‘What do you do with them?’ Amanda asked as she followed him into the kitchen. The area was lit from above by a leaded-glass skylight that brought the early morning sunshine warmly into the room.
‘I sell them to a dealer in Bainbridge who in turn sells them to the cooks on ships, mostly from Southeast Asian countries. Both the fur of the Muskrat as well as the meat are highly valued by the crews of these ships. Would you like something to eat or drink?’
‘Do you have any eggs?’ she asked. ‘I’m starving, but I probably shouldn’t eat anything too solid or rich after the limited diet we have had for the past several weeks. Is that how you make your living, selling animals to the ships?’
‘I think I have a couple of eggs left in the door of the refrigerator,’ he said. Ignoring her other question he asked, ‘Would scrambled eggs be okay?’
She noticed that he had avoided her question about how he made a living, but let it pass. If this was actually his cabin, he had some source of income and what it was didn’t matter to her just then. ‘Scrambled eggs would be wonderful.’ she told him.
‘I have been trying to use up most of my food because I had planned on heading to Atlanta today. I didn’t want to leave too much here to spoil before I came back, so you would be doing me a favor by eating anything you find that suits your taste.’ Sean pulled a skillet off the overhead rack above the island stove, retrieved a bowl from a cupboard, and then the two last eggs from the refrigerator. Amanda took the eggs from his hand and assumed a position in front of the bowl where she proceeded to break the eggs into it. Sean handed her a whisk before turning the burner on beneath the skillet on the stove. Amanda took a dab of butter from the dish in the refrigerator and added it to the skillet.
Accepting that Amanda was comfortable preparing her own meal, Sean announced, ‘I’m going to take a quick shower if you’re okay here for a minute.’
‘Go ahead,’ Amanda said. ‘Don’t worry about me.’
‘Thanks. Make yourself at home.’ Sean walked out of the kitchen and down a hallway out of sight. Amanda watched him as he went, and could sense a loss of something undefined for her as each step took him farther away.
Amanda was sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter starting to eat her eggs when Sean returned from his shower. She had found some bread and also made herself some plain toast to have with her eggs. His hair was still damp, combed back, tucked behind his ears on each side and hanging well over his collar in back. He was clean shaven and had changed into a mint green polo shirt and clean blue jean pants. His hiking boots had been replaced by a pair of athletic shoes but his casual appearance did little to diminish the strength and security that Amanda felt in his presence. She also couldn’t ignore how much this man had flamed her blood from the moment she had set eyes on him.
Sean pulled out a stool as he placed his land line phone onto the counter between them. He took a seat on a stool, hit the speaker phone button and the silence in the room was filled with a dial tone. Checking his memory against a slip of paper pinned to his bulletin board, Sean dialed a long distant number. Amanda continued to eat her eggs and examine the cabin as Sean initiated his call.
‘Parker,’ was the response as his call was answered.
‘Glenn, this is Sean. Sorry to call so early. Are you free to talk? Something has happened at your cabin that I need to bring you up to speed on fast.’
‘Hang on,’ Glenn said and they heard him briskly dismissing whoever he had been with when the call had been answered. ‘Okay Sean, fill me in.’
‘Glenn, we need to start with this conversation being privileged. I know you’re semi-retired, but your firm still represents me.’ Sean, with an occasional uninvited contribution from Amanda, relayed the events of the morning to Glenn, up to the point where they had left three permanently paralyzed men sprawled across Glenn Parker’s cabin floor.
Sean then threw a bigger surprise to Parker when he asked, ‘Glenn, who besides me did you tell that you would be out of town today? This is important because the Tangos said that they were specifically told that they could use your cabin since you wouldn’t be there.’
‘Why do I think you may know the answer to your own question Sean? Other than you when you’re around, Morgan Smith is the only other person I ever tell.’
Sean nodded at the phone and then said, ‘What do you think the reaction from our illustrious County Sheriff will be when he receives a report that three men intended to produce a snuff film in the cabin that he was only one of three people who knew it would be unoccupied today?’
Without waiting for Glenn to answer, Sean continued, ‘You know that I have never seen eye to eye with Morgan, and if he thinks he can pin something on me for taking what I’m sure he’ll define as vigilante action against those men, he is likely to try. I’m going to take a different route with this, so please keep things under your hat until you hear back from me.’
‘You’re not going to have a lot of options open to you in Seminole County,’ Glenn said. ‘No other state authorities will get involved without Morgan requesting them to.’
‘Let me handle this Glenn,’ Sean said. ‘When are you due to return?’
‘I’m not scheduled to return until Friday but now I’m thinking of cutting things short and heading back tomorrow.’
‘Hold off until you hear from me, okay? There’s nothing here that requires your attention that urgently.’
‘Alright,’ Glenn said, ‘but please keep me posted.’
‘I will Glenn. Bye.’
Sean disconnected the call and after making sure that Amanda had settled down across from him and wouldn’t need him for anything, he dialed another number.
‘Wallace.’
‘Uncle Kirby, this is Sean. Have you got a minute?’
‘Sure Sean,’ his uncle said. ‘To what do I owe this pleasure?
‘No pleasure so far. Let me tell you about my morning and get your advice…’
Kirby Wallace worked officially for Brandt Consulting, which provided cover as the company being a contractor for the Department of Homeland Security. In reality, Kirby Wallace was Deputy Director of Operations for DHS, responsible for pre-emptive strategies and tactics to thwart attacks against the United States.
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