Kathleen Brooks - Secrets Collide

Gemma felt for him. While Mo stood regally, the hope and desire rang in his voice.

“Well then, I wish them luck. Thank you for the use of your plane.” Cy shook his hand and Mo smiled at him.

“You are very welcome. Call me if you need anything else. I always love talking to bureaucrats.” Mo turned from Cy to Gemma. “Good luck, my dear. I hope you find the justice you seek.”

Gemma thanked him and watched Mo, Miles, Marshall, Cade, and Pierce head home while Ahmed and Cy stood quietly to the side as Cole placed a phone call to the penitentiary in Jonesville, Virginia. She thought about what Mo said. Justice. It consumed her. No matter what she had to do, she would find justice for her sister.

Gemma looked up at the penitentiary and shuddered. The depressing cement prison towered over her. She felt Cy slip his arm around her as if sensing her distress. It was the middle of the night as they were led through the front entrance and buzzed in past the visitors’ waiting room. A tired-looking older man, salt-and-pepper hair still mussed from his pillow, stood waiting for them.

“Agent Parker?” the man asked as he eyed Gemma, Ahmed, and Cy suspiciously.

“I’m Parker. You must be Warden Cummings. Thank you for seeing us so late at night.” Cole strode forward as Gemma and the rest of the group stopped.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone else . . .” the warden started before a cold look from Ahmed stopped him. Gemma looked at the easy smile Cole flashed the warden and wondered how he was going to explain a reporter, a spy, and a whatever-Ahmed-was to him.

“Is Senator Bruce ready for us?” Cole asked, not bothering to answer the question.

“One of my guards has gone to get him out of solitary. Let me take you to the interview room. The guard will bring the senator to you there.” The warden gave one last look to Ahmed and Cy where they stood on each side of Gemma before leading them down a long network of halls.

Gemma’s sandals tapped the floor along with Cole’s cowboy boots, but Cy and Ahmed’s thick boots traveled silently as they navigated the halls. Gemma stuck close to Cy in the darkened hallway but he had changed. In fact, all of them had. They all appeared relaxed, but their bodies radiated tension as their eyes took in every detail.

Finally the warden led them into a small room with a thick metal door and bars on the one small window against the far wall. A metal table with three chairs sat in the middle of the room. The table had a metal ring on it and there was one on the floor below the chair for chaining prisoners if necessary.

Cy and Cole took a seat on one side of the metal table while Ahmed led Gemma to the far side of the room. He crossed his arms over his expansive chest and didn’t take his eyes off the door. Gemma hadn’t learned all about Ahmed yet, but she knew enough to know she was safe with him and Senator Bruce definitely wasn’t.

The door opened and a white-haired man in an orange jumpsuit was pushed through. “Here he is, Warden,” the guard said as he looked curiously around the room.

“Parker? What are you doing here?” the senator spat.

“Thank you, gentlemen. We’ll tap on the door when we’re done here.” Cole ignored Senator Bruce and didn’t say a word until the warden and guard had left.

Gemma’s heart was pounding as she watched the scene unfold from the corner. Cole and Cy looked calm. Ahmed was so still. How could they stand it? She wanted to fire off question after question as she paced the room.

“How are you doing in here, Mr. Bruce?” Cole asked as he leaned back in his seat.

“It’s Senator ,” he growled as he narrowed his eyes at Cole.

“Not anymore. Now it’s inmate ,” Cy smirked and Gemma’s eyes widened. It wasn’t the same man. Cy’s face was cold and dangerous. Gemma fought the ridiculous feeling of needing to hide from him.

“Who the hell are you?”

“The man who has some questions for you.”

“Sorry, I don’t answer questions. Now get lost. I’m going back to bed.”

Cy shrugged. “Sure. We can let you go back to bed. While you’re sleeping, I’ll go to the papers and tell them I had a great chat with you all about the man who supplied the women to you at those poker games in New York,” Cy said casually.

Senator Bruce’s face turned white as he dropped into the empty chair. Cy leaned forward, placed his elbows on the table, and looked Bruce right in the eye.

“See, we’ve put it all together. We know all about the sex trade, the guns, the drugs, and even Sergei.” Cy paused and then drilled Bruce with his gaze. “And we know that you’ll be dead in a heartbeat if they think you talked.”

“I’ll be dead either way now. They’ll know you were here. They’ll know I was alone in this room with you and that will be enough. I’ll be dead by the morning, thanks to you.” Gemma almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“Then you might as well talk,” Cy responded without a hint of sympathy in his hard voice.

“To some asshole I don’t even know. No. I want to talk to my daughter. I won’t say a word to you until I talk to Whitney and know that she’s alive and safe.” Bruce crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Cy and Cole who just sat staring back. Gemma could hardy stand still as she watched the standoff.

“And, if we let you talk to Whitney, you’ll answer all of our questions?” Cole asked.

“Yes. If you promise she’ll be safe until it’s all over.”

“Deal,” Cole said as he pulled out his cell phone.

Ahmed stepped forward and put a quiet hand on Cole’s shoulder and handed him a phone he had in his pocket. “It’s untraceable.”

“Who is this guy?” Bruce said incredulously as he looked Ahmed over.

Gemma leaned forward so she wouldn’t miss the answer, but Ahmed simply smiled a thin, terrifying smile before stepping back. Cole went to work calling the U.S. Marshal’s office and organized a patch through to Whitney’s witness protection location through a series of secure lines.

As Bruce took the phone from Cole, Ahmed leaned back and handed Gemma a pen and a pocket notebook. “Write down everything he says.”

Gemma started scribbling as she heard Bruce’s voice go soft when he talked to his daughter for the first time in years. She tried not to cry. If Bruce was right, then this could be the last time he ever talked to his daughter. How could everyone stand listening and show no emotion whatsoever?

Fifteen minutes later, Bruce hung up the phone and handed it back to Cole. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Look, Bruce. You help us; we’ll help you. We’ll take you with us and change your name, your look, and put you in a prison where no one will find you,” Cole told him. Gemma felt relieved. She knew the former senator was a criminal, but it was different seeing a defeated old man sitting in front of her, completely broken.

“Sure you will. Or you’ll try. It may even protect me for a couple of weeks, but they’ll find me eventually.” Bruce took a deep breath. “What do you want to know?”

“Who did you report to?” Cy asked.

“I didn’t have his name. It was the same man for years and then came Sergei. I only knew his name through my work on the Foreign Affairs Committee. But, my main contact was thin and bookish. He had a goatee.”

“How did you get in contact with him?”

“I had a number.” Bruce motioned for a pen and paper and wrote it down along with an address. “This is where I'd sometimes meet him.”

“Was he the boss?” Cy asked as he pushed the paper over for Cole to view.

“No, but he was close to him. I only met the boss once but never saw him. He was in a limo and rolled down the window only enough for me to hear him.”