The story goes on…

Sheriff Daniel knew this moment would happen. He had a friend at the FBI’s regional office. He called him the second day, however, had kept that information to himself. There wasn’t too many too tell at this point, just the Doctor and his staff that knew and Greg’s family.

Anthony had gone to the crime scene on the third day. He spoke to the person that had found Greg and spent the day attempting to visualize the scene. Three days, how the hell can he review this crime scene without it being contained from the beginning. Anthony was good, really good at forensic investigations, yet this was insane. And a Congressman for God’s sake. Anthony and Daniel had a long friendship working in the region together, yet he was ready to file serious charges of neglect of duty for this situation.  He had all the facts from Daniel about what happened the first night with the people in the suburban. He drew up the body as best he could from the description he was given. He needed the information on how the shots penetrated Greg’s body. As best he could he tried to determine where the shots may have come from….may have come from???? The reverie in his head was moving at full speed and going nowhere. He knew he would need to come back to this scene with a full squad tomorrow and once he did that Daniel’s little secret would blow sky high. He knew Daniel didn’t want the press since this was a very serious situation. Daniel was dreaming and Anthony knew he was going to face some pressure too for not brining everyone out today.

He didn’t care. He also knew Greg and with how politics were going in this country so he too feared the ramifications on this attempt Greg’s life. There is no excuse though for this not to be addressed immediately.

The night of the third day he called his boss, asked for the time being to keep this investigation confidential. He received promise of no more than two days and a full crew was coming out tonight so they could start at dawn. His superior basically spent the next thirty minutes creating a new orifice for Anthony’s body over the phone.  Anthony let him know which motel he was staying. It was a small motel so around midnight he could hear the crew coming in. They didn’t know which room he was in, yet he saws the message light come on his room phone. He turned over to go back to sleep knowing all too well the size of this crew was going to attract immediate attention. Daniel and I may not get a full day before this town is inundated with the press. He had no desire to speak to the press ever, and this situation wouldn’t be easy.

The next day he spoke to the Doctor while the crew went out to the site. The doctor gave him the number of shots and diagram of the entry wounds, where one had exited and the other bullets taken out of his body. Anthony made sure they still had the traces of brush that were found on the bullets. So, one spent bullet would still be somewhere at the scene. If they could find this quickly, it would help pinpoint direction the shots came from to a degree. He called the crew and let them know his best guess on where to look based on the description on how the body was found and the wound entry and exit point on the body. All shots were in similar area so this also helped. He thought there might be some bullets that missed especially if the shooter was unsure if Greg was hit.

The crew got out the metal detectors and scoured the area. Also based on the type of bullet, the perceived range of the shot so a perimeter was determined. The crew knew they would need more people to maintain the site so they called headquarters. Unfortunately, they didn’t tell Anthony they called for more people. Daniel’s fears were realized. The 6 o’clock news in Washington was starting to report the FBI was headed to the Congressman’s district for a reported shooting. It wasn’t much of a report, yet the media knew and many National reporters were headed out to find out more in the morning.

Sandra got the call from Greg’s office that they saw the report and wanted to know what was going on. Sandra told them everything she know, apologized for not being honest before, asked them to make no comments when they press called, and hung up the phone and cried for the umpteenth time. Her friend Greg had started calling also. And he wouldn’t stop. Greg, the friend’s bosses wanted info and they pressured him incessantly the whole evening so he had to call until he got through. This was too much for Sandra, she called the Congressional office again and told them she was turning off her phone and she would call them in the morning.

Half way around the world, certain members of the Iranian government’s foreign intelligence agency’s monitoring agents were being interrogated. Someone was trying to set up back channels with the Americans. And yet based on the intel they were gathering this wasn’t the mainstream American intelligence group. Had the Iranian government discovered some rogue agents? And one particular person was a bit upset at himself for not getting more information before killing a certain person. He really wanted and needed to know what was going on. If there was a split in the American position on Iran, what did that mean? He didn’t like surprises and everything he had learned from decrypting a certain dead agent’s computer was way too surprising. And there was more, but he couldn’t tell where it might be kept. A search of the home only found a scared wife and angry child. Somewhere there should be another computer or file or????? Too many questions open for his satisfaction. He punished himself mentally because he had always been taught, in fact it was supposed to be engrained in his head; know everything you can before acting. He realized he didn’t know anything before acting. His superiors were furious, yet he was even angrier at himself. What did all this mean? And the fact Americans were in the country for any reason was a complete surprise. How?