Chad’s brother had wondered what to do the next time he was contacted by the F.B.I. He had no idea of what his father had been up to, but he had some concerns about money coming in and then quickly going out of several family accounts, including his. He tried to reach Chad that morning to no avail. He knew he was busy getting ready to leave for Africa.

Chad wouldn’t answer the phone and the F.B.I. now wanted him downtown to talk.

The F.B.I. had made sure that Chad couldn’t be reached by phone that morning by his brother. The would deny any illegal activities if that issue came up in court. But there had been some hi tech meddling going on involving satellites and and phone reception. Some type of jamming deice had been put into use often in this case to help manage suspects phone calls.

“What did the younger brother need to talk to the older brother so badly about, Bob wondered as he sat on his phone after being put on hold. He had just called Chad’s younger brother’s office. He waited on hold with that music thjat he hated playing in the background.

Another man came onto the phone with a deep soft voice. It was calming in it’s own special way. “Hello, this Bob Williams, how may I help you?”

“This is Don Smith, we’d like you to come down to our Manhattan office for an informal chat, Mr. Williams. We have a few things we would like to discuss with you about the family business. Chad’s aware of the last investigation and was glad to come down before he left on his honeymoon to help with this lates inquiry.”

“Sure, what time do you want me down there?” I can make time for you and this interview. Should I ask my attorney to join us?”

“Well only if it you thik it will make you more comfortable. This isn’t a criminal investigation of you yet,” he lied.

Bryan Williams had had dozens of people working under him and was now only working in the administrative side of the brokerage business now. He was no longer selling securities. This was how his father had planned everything. “Details matter son, details matter.”

Bryan now had little knowledge of this part of the business. Bryan had no idea what his father and Chad had been up to over the last year.

Charlene was in the rear of the business seats near the restroom. She wasn’t happy about that. The pods were ample but she knew that many people would be passing through that door all night long and into the next morning. She could see most everyone as they came into find their respective pods.

The plane was clean and pleasant enough if not a little cold. She was glad she had a thick sweater in. She didn’t like the cold.

She often wished she lived in Florida where her grandparents on her father’s side lived. They had a fine setup down in Tampa. But the bugs drove her crazy every time she visited, over the years. They had more money than her father and god put together. She wondered why her karma had placed her in these circumstances but had no answer.

She had run that scenario through her brain often with the same results. Only the creator who or what ever that might be knew the answer to that question. She was just happy she had been the recipient of such good luck. On the other hand she did wonder why her brain did slip and fail her at times.

She knew it did but she had become used to the illusions and misunderstandings that sometimes came her way. It was just dumb luck and the new drugs seemed to be working better lately.

As she looked up from her paper at the folks filing in, she thought she recognized a very attractive woman coming her way down the aisle. She continued looking at her and eventually realized who it was. She had only met her once, briefly. But she had her face etched into her memory. It was Suzan. A handsome man of the same age was following close behind her.

“What the hell is this all about?” she thought.

She ran a number of possible reasons through her sharp brain and came up quickly with two possibilities.

“It’s just bad luck and Suzan and Chad were off to Istanbul, or Suzan, being the lazy, self centered, woman she was, had simply kept her honeymoon plans the same to be used with a different husband. Charleen was aware of how important the trip had been to Suzan.

It was probably Chad following close behind her as they sat down together in a pod two pods away in front of her.

They wouldn’t recognize Charleen, she was sure of that. She was just Joe’s secretary and no one of any importance and she had never met Chad before.

‘I can’t believe this crap,” Charleen thought.

“What do I have to do to get Joe for myself?” She wondered if Joe would be distracted by Suzan and Chad being on the plane? He might never see them due to where he was sitting back in the cheap seats. Are they simply on this plane and not headed to Rwanda? What are the odds of that?

“Crap. That lazy bitch is tagging along on my vacation with Joe on her honeymoon with Chad. That changes everything!”

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Well, that’s an interesting turn of events.

How will Joe take this?

I think we know now how Charleen feels.

What might she do next?

More tomorrow.