Burying the Past
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Whitaker had been stunned into silence after Taylor had fired, staring at him open-mouthed for what seemed like an eternity. It wasn’t that long, but it had been long enough for the Cavalry to arrive. Things had become the predictable madhouse at that point. Crawford had the scene cleared for technicians to process everything, and had separated them. He sent them both back to the Hoover building to give statements about what had happened once they had reached the water processing plant, through to the moment the chase with Qasim had ended.
Taylor was prepared to admit he’d gunned Qasim down after the man surrendered, but they didn’t get that far. He explained everything that happened up to the chase ending. Crawford had finished the last sentence for him when Taylor had paused to figure out how he was going to explain those last few minutes.
“According to Agent Whitaker, it was at that point you cornered Qasim in the alley where he was shot while fleeing the scene of the attack. Is that correct?” Crawford had asked him.
Taylor was more than shocked. Crawford had struck Taylor as somewhat of a realist, but Whitaker was not. He’d been sure she’d explain precisely what he'd done, not that he was ashamed of it. He knew it was technically wrong, but ultimately it was the only choice that made sense. He’d been willing to pay the price for his decision the moment he pulled the trigger. He agreed with Crawford, at least until he could talk to Whitaker about what she’d said. If he contradicted her statement, she could also get into trouble, which he didn’t want.
From there, it had been a whirlwind. The news choppers hadn’t captured that last moment behind the restaurant, but the video of the chase coupled with federal officers evacuating a four-block radius of DC was enough to put them into a frenzy. The FBI put out a statement that minimized what happened, but there had been too many people involved. Local PD had been giving a description and a warning about a gas attack, local fire and rescue had helped evacuate buildings and were made aware of the presence of poisonous gas. Officials from the public works department had to be told there was a hazardous leak, and to shut down all water coming out of that processing station, just in case.
Enough of those people were willing to talk, and it didn’t take long for reporters to put it together, especially with the news from the attack on Amberville that was still fresh in people's minds. One reporter, and then several, made enough connections that they knew in general terms what had happened. The FBI had been forced to put out a statement. They were still vague, and Qasim’s name had stayed out of it for the time being, but they had to give the press something.
They’d decided to give them Taylor. He was already enough in the public eye because of his connection to Caldwell and the press conference. Joe had talked to the Attorney General and his political staff, and they’d agreed that if they fed the country a story about federal agents stopping what could have been the most deadly incident of domestic terrorism since nine-eleven, the justice department would come off smelling like roses.
Caldwell jumped on the story, and began talking up Taylor to the press. He’d tried to back off, not wanting to be anyone’s spokesman, but Caldwell had played on her connection with him while the Bureau made it clear this was part of the deal he’d worked out to get on the case in the first place.
He’d spent the next two weeks reading prepared notes from either the Bureau or Caldwell being everyone’s dancing monkey. Whitaker had begged off, saying she didn’t want to be in the limelight. While they still lived in the same apartment, she’d been putting in long hours closing the case while Taylor was swamped with media requests. He didn’t think her being so busy was a coincidence. The few times they’d been able to spend more than a few moments together had been icy, with Whitaker either giving him non-committal responses, or being as terse as possible.
Taylor had put his foot down about today, telling everyone his only priority was Kara’s citizenship ceremony. He hadn’t been sure Whitaker would make it, and had been happy when she'd turned up at the last moment.
She looked down from Kara’s beaming face, and her smile vanished instantly as she made eye contact with Taylor. He gave her a tight smile, trying to let her know how bad he felt about the way things were between them, but she looked away.
Whitaker asked Kara to ride home with her, which left Taylor to his own thoughts as he drove on his own back to their apartment. Walking inside, he was surprised to see Whitaker’s sister and Loretta, but not Kara.
“Excuse me?” her sister said as soon as Taylor walked into the door. She picked up one of the two suitcases sitting in the hallway that hadn’t been there when he’d left to go to Kara’s ceremony.
“What’s going on, Loretta?”
“I’m going to my sisters for a little while, to think things over.”
“I see,” he said, his hands shoved in his pockets so he wouldn’t fidget.
“That’s all you have to say?”
“What can I say? I know you’re angry, and I can’t say this comes as a complete surprise. I do wish you’d have talked to me about it before deciding pack your bags, but you’re your own woman, I’m not going to stop you from making your own choices.”
“You’re not even sorry for what you did, are you?”
“I’m not sorry that piece of garbage is dead. I am sorry you felt you had to cover for me, and that it’s hurt you. You know I would have never asked you to do that. I was ready to face the consequences.”
“Of course you asked me to cover for you. You know I love you, and I don’t want to see you end up in jail. The moment you pulled that trigger, you asked me to make a choice between my ethics and my love for you. I never would have believed before that moment I would have chosen you over everything I’ve ever believed in.”
“So you do still love me?” Taylor asked, hopefully.
“Of course I do. If I didn’t, you wouldn’t have been able to hurt me so bad.”
“Where do we go from here?”
“I’m going to my sisters for a while. You and Kara can stay here. I’ve put in for temporary leave at the Bureau, which has been granted. Once I’ve had some time to think, we can talk.”
“You’re leaving the Bureau?” Taylor asked, surprised.
She loved that job. He couldn’t imagine anything, himself included, would make her leave it.
“No, I’m just taking some personal time to get my head on straight.”
“What about Kara?”
“Nothing’s changed, there. I’m on record as her mother, and I never want that to change. I’ve talked to her, and until I’ve settled things she’ll stay here with you but spend a few nights a week with my sister and me.”
“Good. I don’t want to come between you two.”
She surprised Taylor when she pulled his hand out of his pocket, held it between hers, and leaned up to kiss him. When she pulled away, he felt the hard shape of her engagement ring.
“Does this mean we’re through?”
“No. Not yet, anyway. I might ask for it back, but I want you to hold onto it until I figure out what I'm going to do. Just give me my space, John. That’s all I ask.”
“I’ll be here when you want to talk.”
“Thanks,” she said.
Reaching down, she picked up the other suitcase and left the apartment. Taylor stood there, staring at the closed door. Then he felt arms reach around his middle and Kara’s head press into his back.
“She is very mad at you, but she will be back. You know that, right?”
“I hope so, kiddo. I really do.”
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Travis Starnes is a freelance writer living in Texas. He has a love for books of all types, but preferably sci-fi, mystery and the occasional history. His passion is creating worlds and characters that live and breathe, letting them loose, and seeing what happens.
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