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@@ -1,5 +1,3 @@ -Still need to tighten up the story in the second half. - The living room was covered in photos, 8x10 images of young men, most barely old enough to shave, hair recently shorn away, eyes looking innocent, unsure, some frightened. All of them stared up at her from the coffee table, the couch and the floor where they were scattered. Chase curled her legs beneath her and leaned back on the couch. She picked up the old squadron Christmas photo Norm Canton had given her. The men were arrayed around a P-29, the workhorse plane of Navy bombing squadrons in WWII as the web had informed her. This particular P-29 had been christened the Emma Jean and bore a stylized image of a woman in a modest, 1940s style bathing suit, presumably Emma Jean, astride a bomb. Someone had hung a Christmas wreath on one of the lower engine cowling flaps. The green and red of the wreath stood out against the dark blue plane, but struck Chase as odd since the rest of the photo made it clear the scene was int he tropics, miles from the nearest wreath-making pine or fir. When Chase looked closer with a magnifying glass, she realized the wreath was actually made from twisted reeds or perhaps banana leaves. @@ -43,7 +41,7 @@ The 'eleven at lenny's group was ensconced in a giant booth in the back corner c Chase tolerated some leering she might not have were she not trying to ingratiate herself a little bit, at least with Norm and Charley Shummaker, who, according the Norm, knew some of the older WWII era men in the squadron. Shoe, as Shummaker was universally known to his friends, was older than the rest of the men, but had retained more of his hair and, despite the weathered face, looked not unlike the instinctively trustworthy faces found in home loan brochures. His hair was a deep silver and was kept slicked back atop his head, a slight wave from a cowlick in the back. She wanted to compliment him on his hair, on his lucky genes, but doing so would require explaining why she knew what he looked like in 1954. -Shoe took it upon himself to explain the group to Chase. She settled in to the booth, wedged between Norm and Shoe and proceeded to travel back in time with Shoe whispering in her ear, guiding her around the table telling the unit info and background of all the men in the booth. Most had not been in the 234th, though two others had not come over to Korea until the end of the war. "All they ever did was eat Dim Sum and chase whores in TK," Shoe waved his hands dismissively, but good naturedly at the men, TK and Turner. "Least we could land our planes" shot back Turner. +Shoe took it upon himself to explain the group to Chase. She settled in to the booth, wedged between Norm and Shoe and proceeded to travel back in time with Shoe whispering in her ear, guiding her around the table telling the unit info and background of all the men in the booth. Most had not been in the 234th, though two others had not come over to Korea until the end of the war. "All they ever did was eat Dim Sum and chase whores in Tokyo," Shoe waved his hands dismissively, but good naturedly at the men. "Least we could land our planes" shot back the younger of the two. What?" Chase asked in mock horror. @@ -67,7 +65,7 @@ Shoe nodded, "more or less I suppose. Did you know the war never ended? Most peo Chase raised her eyebrows. But Shoe seemed to have not even considered what Chase was thinking about. -"The stick is important, but you have to work your feet too, see. There are two pedals down there for your feet, stomp on the right one you go right, stomp on the left one you go left. Pretty simple right? Well we're out this day flying somewhere over North Korea. Anyway someone took a potshot at me. Probably with a fucking hunting rifle or something, pardon my French young lady. Anyway this son of a, this--guy gets lucky and puts a bullet into my plane. Blasts into the engine, cuts some hoses and then ricochets back anbd blows right through my left foot. Well, actually they never could tell me if it was the bullet that went through my foot or some piece of metal it tore lose. Either way it hurt like a son of a bitch and all I know is one second I'm fine, headed home to the ship and then next I'm half blind for smoke and there's a hole in my foot. Not good. Truth be told, we'd all dropped our guards a little bit at this point because the talks were actually happening, rumor had it we would be out of there in a few days. I mean, that was the end right? Turned out that was true, but anyway... Still, flying is dangerous in and of itself, but shit, after you've been shot at while flying for three years flying with hardly anyone shooting at you seems like a piece of cake. Until someone decides to shoot at you again." +"The stick is important, but you have to work your feet too, see. There are two pedals down there for your feet, stomp on the right one you go right, stomp on the left one you go left. Pretty simple right? Well we're out this day flying somewhere over North Korea. Anyway someone took a potshot at me. Probably with a fucking hunting rifle or something, pardon my French young lady. Anyway this son of a, this--guy gets lucky and puts a bullet into my plane. Blasts into the engine, cuts some hoses and then ricochets back and blows right through my left foot. Well, actually they never could tell me if it was the bullet that went through my foot or some piece of metal it tore lose. Either way it hurt like a son of a bitch and all I know is one second I'm fine, headed home to the ship and then next I'm half blind for smoke and there's a hole in my foot. Not good. Truth be told, we'd all dropped our guards a little bit at this point because the talks were actually happening, rumor had it we would be out of there in a few days. I mean, that was the end right? Turned out that was true, but anyway... Still, flying is dangerous in and of itself, but shit, after you've been shot at while flying for three years flying with hardly anyone shooting at you seems like a piece of cake. Until someone decides to shoot at you again." Chase instinctively glanced under the table, but he was, naturally, wearing shoes. "I take it you made it back okay?" @@ -81,7 +79,7 @@ Chase glanced around and noticed that everyone was nodding. Shoe's story was cle "So then what happened?" -"Well, I have a hole in my foot at this point and that's making it very difficult to steer the plane. The engine is leaking oil, pressure gauges are spinning like tops and I've lost my radio. So Canton here, he's using hand signals, trying to find out what the hell is wrong with me. We drop back a bit and fly lower, heading into a cloud so we hide the smoke. It's one thing to fly over people that are tired of war, it's another thing to limp along trailing smoke. That draws fire from event he most uninspired troops. But I manage to fly her back, one-footed. I tell you what, I was never so glad to see a ship as that day. We dropped down out of clouds just off the coast and then there's the TK ship, turning into the wind... Man, I still remember that feeling, that feeling of wow, I'm going to make it. So then I have to come in on my own, no one to call the ball, nothing but flags, but I managed to hook the third wire, damn near perfect landing." Shoe broke into a smile and everyone at the table began laughing. +"Well, I have a hole in my foot at this point and that's making it very difficult to steer the plane. The engine is leaking oil, pressure gauges are spinning like tops and I've lost my radio. So Canton here, he's using hand signals, trying to find out what the hell is wrong with me. We drop back a bit and fly lower, heading into a cloud so we hide the smoke. It's one thing to fly over people that are tired of war, it's another thing to limp along trailing smoke. That draws fire from event he most uninspired troops. But I manage to fly her back, one-footed. I tell you what, I was never so glad to see a ship as that day. We dropped down out of clouds just off the coast and then there's The Mighty Kay, *the Kearsarge*, turning into the wind... Man, I still remember that feeling, that feeling of wow, I'm going to make it. So then I have to come in on my own, no one to call the ball, nothing but flags, but I managed to hook the third wire, damn near perfect landing." Shoe broke into a smile and everyone at the table began laughing. "What?" @@ -101,14 +99,15 @@ Shoe guffawed, "well, you've met me. Still want my help?" "Very much so." Chase drew the photo out of her purse and slid it across the new empty table. "I need to know who these men are, the one circled in the photo?" -Shoe fished his glasses from the pocket of his flannel shirt and slowly unfolded them, all the while looking at the photo. He flipped it over. "Christmas 1941," he read aloud. Shoe glanced over at her and then turned the photo back over and studied the image for a while before glancing up, over the rims of the glasses at Norm. "I don't recognize any of these men, hard to tell cause they're pretty small, but this is well before my time." +Shoe fished his glasses from the pocket of his flannel shirt and slowly unfolded them, all the while looking at the photo. He flipped it over. "Christmas 1941," he read aloud. Shoe glanced over at her and then turned the photo back over and studied the image for a while before glancing up, over the rims of the glasses at Norm. "I don't recognize any of these men, hard to tell cause they're pretty small and my eyes aren't the best, but this is well before my time." -"Yes, I'm aware of that," The three of them had spread out in the booth after everyone else left, now Chase slide back across the both to Shoe's side. She looked down at the photo. "Norm told me though that you might know some of the men from the old days, men that were with the squadron in WWII..." +"Yes, I'm aware of that," The three of them had spread out in the booth after everyone else left, now Chase slid back across the both to Shoe's side. She looked down at the photo. "Norm told me though that you might know some of the men from the old days, men that were with the squadron in WWII..." Shoe took off his glasses and set them down on the photo. He rubbed his eyes. "I do know a few of them. Or I did, most of them are dead now Chase, it's been over seventy years." Norm excused himself to the restroom. The waitress filled Chase's coffee again. Shoe shook his head. "What's this photo to you anyway?" -Chase told him about the DPMO and what she did. She did not tell him anything about the peculiarities of the case. She was careful not to lie, rather she just omitted a few details. As with all the veterans she had met the idea that anyone cared enough to track down their comrades, even if they themselves had never known them, Shoe was soon agreeing to introduce Chase to Master Sgt TK TK, the only living member of the 234 that had served in WWII and still lived anywhere near Washington D.C. +Chase told him about the DPMO and what she did. She did not tell him anything about the peculiarities of the case. She was careful not to lie, rather she just omitted a few details. As with all the veterans she had met the idea that anyone cared enough to track down their comrades, even if they themselves had never known them. + +Shoe nodded his head, staring down at the empty cup on coffee on the Formica in front of him. He glanced over at the bathroom and then back at Chase. "I have heard the name once." Shoe glanced again at the bathroom. "Just once, but I remember it because it was odd. I was in Tokyo, five us had be granted some leave... would have been '53 I believe. Major Willis, our commanding officer at the time, I was shot down and killed about two weeks later." Shoe paused, spun the cup in his fingers. "He and O'Hearn and I, we were at a, um, a bathhouse. Don't tell my wife." Shoe smiled weakly at Chase. "So the way those things worked, you got your girl, went off to a private bath and then when you were finished you came back and you could sit in a kind of steam room. Well the room my girl took me to was right next to the steam room. We go about our business and we're lying in the bath after, just luxuriating you might say," She smiled at her. " I remember lying there in the warm water, listening to the Major and O'Hearn tromping down the hall into the steam room., All the walls in Tokyo, they're made out of rice paper you know?" Show shook his head. "Anyway my girl said something to me and I couldn't hear exactly what O'Hearn said, but it ended with 'you mean like Lawrence...' and the next thing I know the Major and O'Hearn come crashing through the wall, both of them naked, the Major trying to strangle O'Hearn. I had to separate them like children. And of course I was naked too so it should have been hilarious, but it wasn't. And that's what I remember. Neither one of them would say a word to me or each other for the rest of the day." Shoe leaned back in the booth, stretched both arms over his head and then slumped forward with a heavy sigh. "That's probably not much help I know, but that's what I remember. But I have something even better for you. I could take you down to talk to O'Hearn. He turned 95 this year and I don't know how much of him is still left or if he'd want to talk about it, but we could try if you like. I've always wondered what that was about, wouldn't mind knowing myself." -Chase agreed to pick up Shoe two days later and he agreed to accompany her down to the TK retirement home. @@ -1,133 +1,141 @@ -Now we have the scene when Steven and Hiroshi explain everything to her. Or perhaps a better idea would be to add in the scene with Norm and Ed and the other guy at the biner. +Chase knew from the moment that Steven's car pulled up to the curb outside the United counter that something was wrong. Chase had returned her mother's car to the airport's long term parking lot and caught the shuttle into the terminal where she milled around for half and hour before Steven called and said he was entering the labryinth of Dulles International Airport. +She saw him from a distance, tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel at a signal light. He was watching the travelers wheeling luggage through the crosswalk in front of him, but also, she was pretty sure, talking to himself. -she actually has information that the nerd cabal does not when they give her their information in this chapter. +He barely said hello when she climbed in the car. She could tell that something more than what could be accounted for by simply her strange behavior of the previous week was bothering him. She could see it in this eyes, the way they remained fixed on the road, glued to it even, as if looking away would reveal somethinng. Traffic was heavy as the car wound the beltway back toward Chase's apartment in TK. The sunset painted the sky red. Chase and Steven sat in silence, he staring ahead at the rows of red lights leading into the city and she out the side window thinking about the concrete monuments of D.C. and the rice paper walls of Tokyo, wondering if there might still be rice paper walls or bathhouses or if she'd ever be sent to Japan. She should she knew, be working on something entirely different, but somehow she couldn't let this go. -Then Chapter 7 sees her head down to Florida and someone, not John follows her there. That's the mystery man, the other person who picked up Sil's broadcast. +It didn't surprise her when Steven said he wanted to stop by his appartment first. She knew he had been prepping for something, had something to get off his chest and while she wanted to appease him, to get him back to the normal, friendy Steven she liked, she was beginning to feel a lot like they were dating and he was going to say at any moment, *we need to talk*. It wasn't a feeling she enjoyed. -In the explanation of radio for espinoge work in something to point out that radio is not networked, not prone to network failure, all it requires is a bit of power to broadcast and someone with an anttane to recive, which to this day makes it considerably more reliable than any networked for of communication. +Steven's apartment was surprisingly nice, much nicer than her own Chase thought, wondering just how much more the tech department was paying. But while nice it suffered from what Chase believed was the death of the air that happened in most male-only households, some combination of two many pizzas, discarded gym clothes and dirty dishes combining with a lack of open windows and sunlight to produce and effect that never failed to make her glad she was single. +Steven's roommate was glued to the largest computer monitor Chase had ever seen, bigger in fact that most televisions she had been around. As if that weren't enough there were two other monitors, one on each side turned vertically. He mumbled a greeting, but did not turn around until Steven announced her name at which point the man froze, pounded out what seemed like an entire sentence on the keyboard that causeed all the monitors to go dark and spun around in the chair smiling at Chase. +"Miss Kevele," Hiroshi stood up and crossed the room toward Chase, arm extended. He took her hand in his, "it's so good to meet you, I've heard so much about you." +Chase glanced over at Steven who was blushing. "Just Chase please, otheriwse I think you're talking about my mother." +Steven pointed from Chase to his roomate. "Chase, meet my roommate, Hiroshi." +Hiroshi was still holding her hand, she gripped his slightly tighter, shook it once and then let go. Steven sat down on the couch, Hiroshi dropped the floor and sat cross legged, looking up at her expectantly. Chase dropped her purse into an arm chair and sat down in front of it, on the edge of the chair. "What's going on here exactly?" +"You did not tell her anything?" Hiroshi's voice revealed surprise. Steven shook his head. +Hiroshi let out a big sigh. "I am sorry to have to be the, how do say, bearer of bad news? But we have lied to you." +"Lied to me? About what?" -After she left Norm went back inside. No one would come tonight. It was Tuesday night, everyone went to Walt's house for poker on Tuesdays. Norm went inside and locked the door behind him. He went behind the bar and pulled out the bottle of Dewers and set it on the bar. He pulled the phone over from the wall and sat down. He poured himself a shot and slugged it back. He poured another and drank it. He picked up the phone and dialed the number he'd been thinking about all day. The connection was bad, the line warbled like it was underwater, but he recognized the voice. "We need to talk." +"About Lt. Reese Lawrence." - ------ +Chase wasn't sure what she had been expecting Hiroshi to say, but she certainly had never imagined that it would involve anything remotely related to Lt. Lawreance. She felt her jaw drop down involuntarily and her mind swam with confusion. "What? What do you mean? What do you know about Lawrence? She glanced at Steven. +"The paper we gave you, the paper the woman gave you... It was from us." +"Steven, what the hell is he talking about?" +Okay, look, now first, before you totally freak out, this started off as a very simple thing. We got the transmission, Eliot found the name and I was jsut going to ask you to look into it a bit because that's what you do Chase, there's no one else quite like you when it comes to tracking these things down..." -It took her four days in the DoD archives but she managed to match nearly everyone in the photo to their service records. In the end she came up two short. The photo Norm Canton had given her either included two men that were not part of the squadron or its auxiliary crews, or she had found her mystery man. Twice. +"It's mostly Elliot's fault," broke in Hiroshi. "He thinks that we shouldn't have any links between us and you for some reason which is known only to him and might not be a reason at all since we don't really know Elliot as well as we thought we did, or at least I dont." Hiroshi tooka deep breath and plunged forward. "Then that aweful hooker woman wouldn't mind her own business and just took the paper over to you and at that point it was too late, so we jut kept going with the plan, but the John messed up and you saw him and you freaked out and then it was a big mess and Steven felt aweful and we knew we had to tell you even if Elliot didn't like it." Hiroshi lowered his head and stared down at his lap. -She was back in Annapolis by the end of the week. +Chase glanced back and forth between the two of them waiting for either or both to start making sense, btu neither of them would look at her. "Okay, wait, so you're saying that *you* two are the one's who want to find out what happened to some pilot in WWII?" -This time Norm Canton wasn't around, but another former '34er by the name of Ed Wald let her in the office and, for what it's worth he said, after staring for a while at the photo said he did not recall either of her mystery men. +Steven nodded sheepishly. -She spent half of the night poring over more photos, trying to find the men in any other photos, but there was nothing. By the time she gave up the bar out front was in full swing with Ed and several other men shooting pool and playing old Merle Haggart and Johnny Cash songs on the jukebox. Chase let them buy her a couple of drinks and listened to a few stories about Norm's efforts in organizing the archive. Eventually hunger persuaded her to leave and she followed their advice to an all-night diner down by the wharf. It was starting to rained when she pulled in and gathered up her things for an all-night retracing of her steps. +"Okay," Chase took a sharp breath and exhaled slowly, willing herself to remain calm. "You're going to have to start at the beginning and tell me the whole story. Slowly." -She found a empty booth by the window and watched the rivulets of rain run down the window while she waited on a patty melt and fries. She was just finishing the food when a man approached her booth and sat down without saying anything. It took her a minute, but she recognized him form the VFW. She was startled enough by his strange entrance that she didn't say anything, she just stared stupidly at him. he seemed nervous, as though he were in hurry, but unsure how to begin. +They tell her the story about the radio signal -"Ms. Chase..." -"Just Chase." +In the explanation of radio for espinoge work in something to point out that radio is not networked, not prone to network failure, all it requires is a bit of power to broadcast and someone with an anttane to recive, which to this day makes it considerably more reliable than any networked for of communication. -"Sorry. Chase. This man you're looking for, is it all the same to you if you find him or you don't?" +Need to work in a way to conveying Hiroshi's accent and adding something more human about this scen, more descripion of the house perhaps, something to make it come alive since theis is the meat of the setup. -Chase was taken aback, it wasn't a question she had been expecting. She thought about saying something about the family's right to know, but sensed that the man, Shummaker, she remembered Wald calling him, though she had never caught a first name, wasn't going to buy the family angle. "I guess it might be, but I like to think that everyone's story is worth being told, that we all live on a little bit as long as someone knows our story, knows something of us." -Shummaker nodded, rubbed his chin and said nothing for a moment. "Some stories have a lot of pain in them..." +And of course she has information that the nerd cabal does not -- everything that Shummaker has told her about Japan and the fight -- which she does not tell them. -"Almost all of them do." +After this we jump to the trip with Shoe to see O'Hearn, using what's below, but moving the scene and flushing out O'Hearn a bit. Then we need some rapid action I think, something to move the plot and action forward to Florida where she'll learn that her man disappears while they were stationed in Jamaica and then she gets the date from the records down there and cross references that with flight and boats in the area... nothing, save the Uboat spotting. Somehow Sil gets worked into this bit. -"So why tell them?" -Chase sighed, she had thought that Shummaker might have some helpful tidbit to pass along, but she was beginning to doubt that. "Avoiding the pain doesn't make it go away. You can't just bury it and hope that somehow no one will ever find it." -"Hmph. I think you might be able to do just that actually. A lot of things happened in the war, a lot of things that each of us who is there will take to the grave and story will be gone, the pain will be gone." -Chase didn't say anything. -He nodded some more, picked up the salt shaker and rolled it between his hands. "I'm dying." -It caught her off guard and before she could say anything he went on. -"I have cancer and it's going to kill me. The closer I get to the end the more I think that all those little lies we've all told over the years, even the very innocent lies, they all add up to something bad, something very bad that we have to drag around with us everyday..." -"Lies?" -He waved his hand. "Nothing specific to do with your man, I mean all our lies, the lies you tell yourself at night when you look int he mirror before you go to bed, the lies you whisper in the children's ears to help them sleep at night. All of it builds up, it grows, it becomes a thing inside you that you have to carry around. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to unburden myself just because I know I'm dying. I don't care about me at all, it's them I want to help..." he trailed off and fell silent. +After she left Norm went back inside. No one would come tonight. It was Tuesday night, everyone went to Walt's house for poker on Tuesdays. Norm went inside and locked the door behind him. He went behind the bar and pulled out the bottle of Dewers and set it on the bar. He pulled the phone over from the wall and sat down. He poured himself a shot and slugged it back. He poured another and drank it. He picked up the phone and dialed the number he'd been thinking about all day. The connection was bad, the line warbled like it was underwater, but he recognized the voice. "We need to talk." -Chase pulled out the photo. She pointed to the man she thought was Lt. Lawrence. "That's Lawrence isn't it?" -Shummaker looked down at the image. He nodded. -"Why were they lying to me then? What happened?" -Shummaker smiled at her. "I don't know. I assume that's what you're going to find out. I just know that one day he was gone and no one ever told me anything. In fact Wald and TK would never talk about it. I spent three years during the war with those two, we had no secrets. Except for that one." -She nodded. "So, when you say he left, what... he went AWOL?" -Shummaker look uncomfortable. "Something like that." -Then it clicked and her eyebrows shot up. "He deserted?" -Shummaker looked down at his coffee. "I really don't know." +All of the below can be re-worked into the scene between Shoe, Chase and O'Hearn at the rest home. + ------ -"I'm looking for a deserter?" -"You're looking for someone who doesn't want to be found." -Chase's heart was beating so hard she was sure Shummaker could here. She said nothing and he eased out of the booth without looking at her again. She watched him walk out of the diner and amble across the parking lot to a '70s Impala. She couldn't get the idea out of her head, I could be looking for someone who's still alive. +It took her four days in the DoD archives but she managed to match nearly everyone in the photo to their service records. In the end she came up two short. The photo Norm Canton had given her either included two men that were not part of the squadron or its auxiliary crews, or she had found her mystery man. Twice. + +She was back in Annapolis by the end of the week. + +This time Norm Canton wasn't around, but another former '34er by the name of Ed Wald let her in the office and, for what it's worth he said, after staring for a while at the photo said he did not recall either of her mystery men. + +She spent half of the night poring over more photos, trying to find the men in any other photos, but there was nothing. By the time she gave up the bar out front was in full swing with Ed and several other men shooting pool and playing old Merle Haggart and Johnny Cash songs on the jukebox. Chase let them buy her a couple of drinks and listened to a few stories about Norm's efforts in organizing the archive. Eventually hunger persuaded her to leave and she followed their advice to an all-night diner down by the wharf. It was starting to rained when she pulled in and gathered up her things for an all-night retracing of her steps. +She found a empty booth by the window and watched the rivulets of rain run down the window while she waited on a patty melt and fries. She was just finishing the food when a man approached her booth and sat down without saying anything. It took her a minute, but she recognized him form the VFW. She was startled enough by his strange entrance that she didn't say anything, she just stared stupidly at him. he seemed nervous, as though he were in hurry, but unsure how to begin. + +"Ms. Chase..." + +"Just Chase." + +"Sorry. Chase. This man you're looking for, is it all the same to you if you find him or you don't?" +Chase was taken aback, it wasn't a question she had been expecting. She thought about saying something about the family's right to know, but sensed that the man, Shummaker, she remembered Wald calling him, though she had never caught a first name, wasn't going to buy the family angle. "I guess it might be, but I like to think that everyone's story is worth being told, that we all live on a little bit as long as someone knows our story, knows something of us." ------------------------- +Shummaker nodded, rubbed his chin and said nothing for a moment. "Some stories have a lot of pain in them..." +"Almost all of them do." +"So why tell them?" -"Let me get this straight, you think this Lt. Lawrence was a deserter?" Steven was chewing with his mouth open again. Chase cringed. He did it whenever he was distracted by conversation he considered more interesting than whatever he was eating. It was part of the reason Chase almost always insisted they sit side by side at a counter whenever they went out for lunch. She kept her head down, sipped her coffee. +Chase sighed, she had thought that Shummaker might have some helpful tidbit to pass along, but she was beginning to doubt that. "Avoiding the pain doesn't make it go away. You can't just bury it and hope that somehow no one will ever find it." -"I don't know." She spun the cup in her hands. "It's a possibility." +"Hmph. I think you might be able to do just that actually. A lot of things happened in the war, a lot of things that each of us who is there will take to the grave and story will be gone, the pain will be gone." -"You know what that means right? This guy could still be alive." Steven pushed back the plate of fries and twisted his tool to face Chase. "Holy shit. I mean holy shit. Have you thought this through?" +Chase didn't say anything. -"I check the records he'd be 93 if he were..." +He nodded some more, picked up the salt shaker and rolled it between his hands. "You don't think about it, but every day when you wake up you're glad you did. You should think about that because there might well come a day when you aren't glad you woke up when you realize that everyone you ever knew is already gone and you're just hanging around. The doctors tell me I'm dying. Taking damn long enough" He smiled at her. "It sounds funny I know, specially to someone as young as you, but that's what I wish I had, that feeling of not even noticing that time is passing, not even thinking about it." O'Hearn stared up at the ceiling. Chase couldn't help glancing up, wondering if he was counting the dots. Shoe was quite, folded his hands in lap and stared at them. -"Have you told Tk bassman what's going on?" +"The closer I get to the end the more I think that all those little lies we've all told over the years, even the very innocent lies, they all add up to something bad, something very bad that we have to drag around with us everyday..." -"Of course not. This has already gone too far to bring it to TK bossman now." She had actually been considering doing just that all day, but she wasn't about to admit it to Steven. And she couldn't shake the feeling that that was exactly what her anonymous tipster wanted her to do. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction until she had the satisfaction of knowing who they were. "Besides I've already run the name through everything we have and there's nothing much there. Certainly no mention of desertion. There was even a note saying he was MIA, so I'm not the first person to look into this one." Chase shook her head. "Part of the problem is that record keeping in the Caribbean Theater was apparently some sort of a joke during the war. Or at least early on in the war." +"Lies?" -"I didn't even know there was a Caribbean theater..." Steven stuff the last of the chicken sandwich in this mouth and wipe the crumbs from his lips. +He waved his hand. "Nothing specific to do with your man, I mean all our lies, the lies you tell yourself at night when you look in the mirror before you go to bed, the lies you whisper in the children's ears to help them sleep at night. All of it builds up, it grows, it becomes a thing inside you that you have to carry around. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to unburden myself just because I know I'm dying. I don't care about me at all, it's them I want to help..." he trailed off and fell silent. -"I didn't either," admitted Chase. "But I do now and by all accounts it was a fucked up command." +Chase pulled out the photo. She pointed to the man she thought was Lt. Lawrence. "That's Lawrence isn't it?" -"How do you mean?" +Shummaker looked down at the image. He nodded. "That's him, but I never met him, just saw the photo in the Major's billfold is all." -Chase shrugged. "Usual power struggles, Navy not wanting to be under the Army, Army appointed to the top position by someone in Washington... the thing is Washington cared enough to keep an eye on the top guys. The canal was down there you know, they considered that a prime target from both sides. There were U-Boats all over the Caribbean as early as 1938. So Washington was always watching closely enough that the infighting stayed mostly out of sight. But the top guys didn't care enough to pay attention to much that was going on below them it seems. And the bases were so spread out, no one was really watching what happened. Well. Except for the Canal, they were watching the Canal. I've found records for nearly every ship that went through it from 1939 until the end of the war." +"He dove at you for opening his wallet?" Shoe looked incredulously at O'Hearn. -"Hmm, I thought the Canal was all we had. Guantanmo I guess. I didn't know we had any other bases down there." Steven waved for the bill. +O'Hearn nodded. "I'd heard some stories when I was sent out the Essex in '45, but then I pulled back to train in the jets and wasn't around for a few years. I remember the name though, Reese Lawrence. Weird name you know, Reese, that was all I really though about at the time. Then I found that picture in the Major's wallet years later and I asked who it was. He said it was Lawrence The major got a bit angry and I was just teasing him a bit. Next thing I know I'm on the ground in the other room and major is trying to kill me. I don't know anything more than that really. I assume that's what you're going to find out. Major never would talk about it. " -"We didn't and we don't really anymore. But when the Germans invaded Belgium and then France we took over a lot of their bases. Except for some French commander who decided to throw in his lot with the Vichy government." +She nodded. "So, when you say he left, what... he went AWOL?" -"Fucking French." Steven laughed. +O'Hearn look uncomfortable. "Something like that." +Then it clicked and her eyebrows shot up. "He deserted?" -They were headed back to the office when Chase spotted a familiar looking dark green Jaguar in her rearview mirror. She had already seen twice in as many days, but had dismissed it both times. I'm getting paranoid she thought. This time she wasn't so sure. She made a few deliberate but unnecessary turns and the car stuck with them. Steven asked where she was going, but she didn't say anything and he fell silent as she zigzagged her way toward the mall. She waited until they were on Peensyvania avenue and she put a large SUV between them. +Shummaker's eyes went wide. O'Hearn shrugged. "I really don't know." -"Take the wheel." +"I'm looking for a deserter?" -"What?" +"You're looking for someone who doesn't want to be found." -"Take the wheel dammit." Steven reached over and helf the wheel as Chase climbed into the backseat. "Now slide over." Steven did as he was told. +Chase's heart was beating so hard she was sure Shummaker could here. She said nothing and he eased out of the booth without looking at her again. She watched him walk out of the diner and amble across the parking lot to a '70s Impala. She couldn't get the idea out of her head, I could be looking for someone who's still alive. -"Where do you want me to go?" -"Get in the right lane, I'm getting out at the light. She glanced behind them and sure enoug, it was still there, changing lanes, but Steven darted over faster and car was still int he lane next to them and five cars back when they stopped at the light. Claire ducked down in the seat and opened the door. "Just drive straight, I'll call you," She said and ducked out the door, keeping low to the ground. She crusched behind a set of newspaper racks and ignored the two mean who stopped to stare. She waited until the light turned green and then carefully moved forward the racks until the Jaguar passed and she stood up, pen in hand and wrote downt he license plate with shaking hands. As soon aas she had it she turned down a side street and walked as fast as she could toward the crowd of people exiting a long row of buses parked between the Washington and Lincoln monuments. She fumbled through her purse and pulled out her phone. It took her several fumbling tries to find Stevens name on her phone. Get ahold of yourself she kept repeating. Breathe. She calmed down a little talking to Steven. She told him to go back to work without her, she would take the metro back later. She needed to be outside, to walk off her nervous energy and to be lost in the crowds for a while. She walked the entire length of the Mall. -A couple of kids sat on the steps of the Lincoln memorial. Somebody out on the quad was flying a kite. The leaves had already started to turn orangish, bits of yellow. It was just and another ordinary Tuesday afternoon in Washington D.C. But someone was obviously keeping tabs on her. diff --git a/CH-7.txt b/CH-7.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..17a018b --- /dev/null +++ b/CH-7.txt @@ -0,0 +1,47 @@ + +Then Chapter 7 sees her head down to Florida and someone, not John follows her there. That's the mystery man, the other person who picked up Sil's broadcast. + +------------------------ + + + +"Let me get this straight, you think this Lt. Lawrence was a deserter?" Steven was chewing with his mouth open again. Chase cringed. He did it whenever he was distracted by conversation he considered more interesting than whatever he was eating. It was part of the reason Chase almost always insisted they sit side by side at a counter whenever they went out for lunch. She kept her head down, sipped her coffee. + +"I don't know." She spun the cup in her hands. "It's a possibility." + +"You know what that means right? This guy could still be alive." Steven pushed back the plate of fries and twisted his tool to face Chase. "Holy shit. I mean holy shit. Have you thought this through?" + +"I check the records he'd be 93 if he were..." + +"Have you told Tk bassman what's going on?" + +"Of course not. This has already gone too far to bring it to TK bossman now." She had actually been considering doing just that all day, but she wasn't about to admit it to Steven. And she couldn't shake the feeling that that was exactly what her anonymous tipster wanted her to do. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction until she had the satisfaction of knowing who they were. "Besides I've already run the name through everything we have and there's nothing much there. Certainly no mention of desertion. There was even a note saying he was MIA, so I'm not the first person to look into this one." Chase shook her head. "Part of the problem is that record keeping in the Caribbean Theater was apparently some sort of a joke during the war. Or at least early on in the war." + +"I didn't even know there was a Caribbean theater..." Steven stuff the last of the chicken sandwich in this mouth and wipe the crumbs from his lips. + +"I didn't either," admitted Chase. "But I do now and by all accounts it was a fucked up command." + +"How do you mean?" + +Chase shrugged. "Usual power struggles, Navy not wanting to be under the Army, Army appointed to the top position by someone in Washington... the thing is Washington cared enough to keep an eye on the top guys. The canal was down there you know, they considered that a prime target from both sides. There were U-Boats all over the Caribbean as early as 1938. So Washington was always watching closely enough that the infighting stayed mostly out of sight. But the top guys didn't care enough to pay attention to much that was going on below them it seems. And the bases were so spread out, no one was really watching what happened. Well. Except for the Canal, they were watching the Canal. I've found records for nearly every ship that went through it from 1939 until the end of the war." + +"Hmm, I thought the Canal was all we had. Guantanmo I guess. I didn't know we had any other bases down there." Steven waved for the bill. + +"We didn't and we don't really anymore. But when the Germans invaded Belgium and then France we took over a lot of their bases. Except for some French commander who decided to throw in his lot with the Vichy government." + +"Fucking French." Steven laughed. + + +They were headed back to the office when Chase spotted a familiar looking dark green Jaguar in her rearview mirror. She had already seen twice in as many days, but had dismissed it both times. I'm getting paranoid she thought. This time she wasn't so sure. She made a few deliberate but unnecessary turns and the car stuck with them. Steven asked where she was going, but she didn't say anything and he fell silent as she zigzagged her way toward the mall. She waited until they were on Peensyvania avenue and she put a large SUV between them. + +"Take the wheel." + +"What?" + +"Take the wheel dammit." Steven reached over and helf the wheel as Chase climbed into the backseat. "Now slide over." Steven did as he was told. + +"Where do you want me to go?" + +"Get in the right lane, I'm getting out at the light. She glanced behind them and sure enoug, it was still there, changing lanes, but Steven darted over faster and car was still int he lane next to them and five cars back when they stopped at the light. Claire ducked down in the seat and opened the door. "Just drive straight, I'll call you," She said and ducked out the door, keeping low to the ground. She crusched behind a set of newspaper racks and ignored the two mean who stopped to stare. She waited until the light turned green and then carefully moved forward the racks until the Jaguar passed and she stood up, pen in hand and wrote downt he license plate with shaking hands. As soon aas she had it she turned down a side street and walked as fast as she could toward the crowd of people exiting a long row of buses parked between the Washington and Lincoln monuments. She fumbled through her purse and pulled out her phone. It took her several fumbling tries to find Stevens name on her phone. Get ahold of yourself she kept repeating. Breathe. She calmed down a little talking to Steven. She told him to go back to work without her, she would take the metro back later. She needed to be outside, to walk off her nervous energy and to be lost in the crowds for a while. She walked the entire length of the Mall. + +A couple of kids sat on the steps of the Lincoln memorial. Somebody out on the quad was flying a kite. The leaves had already started to turn orangish, bits of yellow. It was just and another ordinary Tuesday afternoon in Washington D.C. But someone was obviously keeping tabs on her. |