To Kill a President

by By Marc james

  “The freedom of the press?”

  “Yes the media are under governmental control, perhaps not officially but they are instructed on what to report. You will see when you wake up. I can’t imagine you’ll be able to do much just watch the coverage of my assassination. There are very few people who are willing to stand up against the might of the Rockefeller’s and the Rothschild’s and even if they do they too will be killed just like Abraham Lincoln and myself. That is why you and your friends must help people like my brother and Martin Luther King. Without them history will repeat itself, I mean look at the Patriot Act. It basically allows the FBI to monitor everyone’s phones and emails. It allows the police to hold people indefinitely without even charging them. It is extending their powers just as the Federal Reserve Act did in 1913.”

  “How can we change any of that?”

  “My brother must become President. You must make that happen.”

  “But how?”

  “That is for you and our friends to discover, I’m afraid my part in history has come to an end. But yours has just begun. It’s time to wake up James.”

  Chapter 83

  Faraday struggled to open his eye. When he did the room the room was a blur. The first thing that struck him was the blinding pain in his stomach.

  “He’s awake.” Nancy said.

  “Faraday how are you feeling?” Jane asked.

  “Not good. What happened?”

  “You’ve been shot.”

  It suddenly came back to him. Billy Beane had shot him in the stomach. Lee Harvey Oswald and that cop Roscoe White were there. They had killed Tippit, they said they needed him but why?

  “It was Billy that shot me.” Faraday felt a searing pain, as he spoke he put his hand to his stomach.

  “Can we do anything?” Nancy asked.

  “Maybe we should call the nurse.” Jane suggested.

  Nancy ran from the room and came back moments later with Samantha, the nurse that had called Jane.

  “How are you feeling Mr Faraday?”

  “My stomach is agony.” He gasped again as he spoke.

  “It’s to be expected, I’ll let the doctor know you’re awake and he’ll come see you.” Samantha turned and left the room.

  “Try not to talk baby. Just try to rest up you’re going to be alright, we won’t leave you.”

  “Love you.” Faraday managed writhing in pain as he did so.

  “I love you too, I thought I’d lost you I was so scared.”

  Nancy watched Jane as she spoke to Faraday. Tears were streaming down her face. Her thoughts turned to Bobby and how she would feel if Bobby was the one that had been shot. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if Bobby had died and she had never made it up with him. Her thoughts were interrupted as two men entered the room. One of them she didn’t recognise and the other was the love of her life Bobby.

  “I came as soon as I heard.” Bobby hobbled over to Jane and gave her a hug. As he turned he noticed Nancy for the first time. “Nancy?”

  “I came back to help you.”

  “Thank God you’re alright.” Bobby struggled towards her and gave her a hug as well.

  “I’m sorry I left you Bobby.” Nancy was crying now too.

  He pulled away from her and held her arms. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m just glad that you’re safe. How is he?”

  “Sore.” Faraday writhed again and let out a whimper.

  “Who did it?” Bobby asked looking towards Jane.

  “Billy.” She replied.

  “The son of a bitch, I’ll kill him!” Bobby yelled.

  “Get in line.” Jane replied.

  “Is he going to be alright?” Bobby asked.

  Jane didn’t answer and Nancy looked away.

  “Yes.” Faraday said this time avoiding the agony.

  “You’re a tough kid Faraday.” Bobby said. “Listen you are all going to be okay.” Bobby gestured towards the other man in the room. “This is Clint Hill, he is going to stay with you and make sure no one get’s near you. Bobby Kennedy sent him.”

  “How’s David?” Jane asked.

  “He’s absolutely fine.” Clint reassured her.

  “Thank God.”

  “I need to go and see Oswald, I’ll be back tonight.”

  “Look after yourself and just call here if you need me.” Clint said.

  “I’ll be fine just make sure no one gets near them.”

  “I will.”

  Bobby hobbled from the room and headed for the exit. He glanced down at his watch it was 13:00 on Saturday 23rd November.

  Chapter 84

  They had driven through the night. David had no idea what the time was now. It had been dark for a while and it had started to get brighter. Whenever he had asked any questions he received a punch, his jaw was now too sore to ask any more. He was still handcuffed to Sibert. As he looked out the window he realised they were no longer on a road, they were now in the middle of a heavily wooded area travelling along a dirt track. They were obviously planning on disposing with him.

  The car continued along the dirt track for around ten minutes, he was now deep in a forest somewhere. As he looked ahead he could see an opening.

  “Where are you taking me?”

  He received another sharp blow to the jaw as his answer. His shirt was now covered in blood. He spat some blood from his mouth onto Sibert.

  “You disgusting fuck!” He yelled before punching David in the face again, this punch sent his head backwards towards the window as his head hit it hard he lost consciousness.

  Chapter 85

  When Bobby arrived at Dallas Police Head Quarters it was 13:30. He was taken led straight in to Fritz’s office by James Hosty. As they entered the office Fritz was already sat behind his desk. Today he had chosen a navy blue suit and he still wore the cowboy hat. Bobby had not managed to have a shower or change his clothes. He had fallen asleep in the chair and had been woken by Clint Hill banging on the door, Clint had told him about Faraday and they had headed straight to the hospital. Bobby was delighted that Clint had come to help them. Someone needed to watch over Faraday, Jane and Nancy.

  Bobby took his seat beside Oswald who still hadn’t been given any clean clothing, he looked exhausted. “How are you feeling Lee?”

  “I’m okay. They took me out of my cell three times during the night to take more fingerprints.”

  “Why did you do that Fritz?” Bobby asked infuriated.

  Fritz remained stony faced. “We are working with different agencies, everyone needs the information.”

  “Have they been interrogating you again?” Bobby asked.

  “No, I had a visit from my wife and my mother.”

  “How are they taking this?”

  “Not so good. Marina said that the FBI have been pressuring her to make a statement saying that I am guilty.”

  “Don’t worry I can represent Marina too. They won’t force her to sign anything.”

  “Thank you Bobby, you are a good man.”

  Fritz cleared his throat. “Firstly we want to ask how you managed to take the rifle into the School Book Depository.”

  “I didn’t take a rifle into the School Book Depository the only thing I took with me was my lunch.”

  “Well we have a witness who told us that you carried a package wrapped in brown paper into the building. He said that you claimed they were curtain rods?”

  “No sir.”

  “So he’s lying?”

  “Yes sir the only thing I had with me was a sandwich and a piece of fruit.”

  “So why did you kill the President Lee?” Hosty asked.

  “I will not answer any of your questions you have interrogated me on multiple occasions in the past. You have used your hard and soft interrogation techniques and I am familiar with all of these techniques. You have been rude and abusive to my wife, you have frightened her. I consider you to be obnoxious so I will not be making any statements to you.”

  Bobby w
as impressed by Oswald’s answer, Hosty began to blush. Fritz took over the questioning once again. “We received a call from Michael Paine telling us he thought you killed the President, why would he think that?”

  “I don’t know sir. I considered Michael to be a friend. It was he and his wife Ruth that got me my job at the School Book Depository. I can only guess that he is trying to frame me for the murder of the President.”

  “Why would he do that?” Fritz replied.

  “Well he works at Bell Helicopter and he told me that people there hated Kennedy because he was planning on pulling out of Vietnam. That would have lost them millions of dollars as they provide the helicopters for the military.”

  Fritz laughed. “You think they would kill the President for money?”

  “Well sir it is the only motive I can think of. Michael Paine’s boss is a Nazi war criminal so I would assume that one man’s life doesn’t mean an awful lot to him. They have more of a motive than I do.”

  “I don’t believe you Oswald. You killed him because of Cuba didn’t you?”

  “No sir why would I? With Kennedy dead President Johnson will take over and I don’t think his policy towards Cuba will be any different. In fact I imagine it would be more aggressive if anything.”

  “You’re a good liar Lee, I’ll give you that. So you don’t own the rifle we found at the School Book Depository?”

  “No sir.”

  Fritz opened his desk drawer and took out a photograph. He placed it on the table between Oswald and Bobby. The picture showed Oswald standing holding the Mannlicher Carcano rifle in his left hand and some Russian newspapers in his right hand, he was wearing a black polo shirt and black trousers. Bobby knew these must have been the photographs Chauncey had worked on, but they looked perfect.

  “Is that you in the picture Oswald?” Fritz smiled as he asked the question.

  “No sir, I have never seen this picture before.”

  “Really? Why don’t you turn the picture over?”

  Bobby turned the picture over and on the back it said “Hunter of Fascists hahaha.” Beneath those words was a signature.

  “Is that your signature?” Fritz asked.

  Oswald looked stunned, his jaw was agape. “Yes sir but I did not sign this picture. I have never seen it before in my life.” Oswald turned the picture back over. “This is a fake, I know about photography, this is my face but it has been superimposed on someone else’s body.”

  “You have an answer for everything. We found this in the Paine’s house so who put it there?”

  “I don’t know sir. This is not me, I have never seen this. I don’t believe you found this at the Paine’s house because I know this picture was not there.”

  “So where did we find it Oswald?” Fritz asked.

  “I think you made this picture. You are railroading me. You’ve been doing it all along! I’m a patsy!”

  Fritz laughed again. Hosty gave a smarmy smile. Bobby wanted to tear their heads off. “Interesting theory, everyone is out to frame you. That’s why so many separate people saw you fleeing the Tippit murder. That’s why your rifle was at the School Book Depository. That’s why people saw you carrying a long package that could have been the rifle. That’s why you tried to shoot a police officer when you were arrested. That’s why we found an order form for the rifle at the Paine’s address. You are fucked Oswald just admit what you did?” Fritz yelled.

  “I admit to attempting to shoot the officer that arrested me. But my gun did not work, the firing pin was faulty. So how could I have killed Officer Tippit using that gun? I do not own a rifle I never have.”

  “Officer Hawkins told me yesterday that the scope on the rifle was not adjusted correctly and that the firing pin was faulty on the Mannlicher Carcano rifle. He also said a Mauser rifle was found.”

  “How convenient, it was Officer Hawkins who told you that.” Fritz commented.

  “How do you mean?”

  “It’s just that Officer Hawkins was murdered last night. Perhaps you should be sharing a cell with Mr Oswald.”

  Bobby could not believe his ears, he looked at Oswald who also seemed shocked by the news.

  “You son of a bitch Fritz you killed him!”

  “Officer Hawkins was a good man. We found the murder weapon and I’m willing to bet it was yours.”

  “What weapon was it?”

  “It was a Fireball XP-100.” Fritz said with a smile. “Weren’t you arrested recently for firing such a weapon?”

  Bobby felt like he was going to faint they were setting him up, Ruby was right. Bobby remained silent.

  “Well you don’t have to answer my questions, when the prints have been examined and we trace the owner of the weapon we will know for sure. At the moment though we must go to the line up room.”

  Fritz and Hosty stood up eagerly. Oswald looked at Bobby and Bobby just returned the look. They would probably be cell mates by the end of the day. “Come on boys.” Fritz said. Bobby struggled to his feat as did Oswald. They were led along the corridor that was slightly quieter today, although there were still reporters blocking the way. Hosty led Oswald into the room to stand alongside the line up fillers. Bobby and Fritz went into the room behind the glass.

  “You and Oswald will make a nice couple.” Fritz laughed after he spoke.

  “Fuck you Fritz! You know I haven’t done anything wrong.”

  “Well time will tell.” Bobby gazed through the glass. Oswald was again lined up beside three men in suits. But Bobby didn’t care anymore, he was heading to the chair just behind Oswald. Two men were led into the room beside Bobby and Fritz. Yet again they were railroading Oswald.

  “Hello gentleman thanks for coming in. This won’t take long the man that shot the President and Officer Tippit is just in there. Do you recognize him?” Both men nodded in agreement.

  “It’s the guy with the cut eye and the white t-shirt.”

  “Yeah that’s him.”

  “Excellent. Well thank you both for coming in.” The two men were led out of the room by Fritz. Bobby could feel rage building up inside of him. How could people do this to one another? Fritz actually seemed to be enjoying himself. As Fritz closed the door and turned back towards Bobby he was hit in the face by Bobby’s stick. He let out a groan and put his hands up to his nose which was broken. Bobby swung his stick again this time hitting Fritz on the back of the neck, he fell to the ground still moaning in pain. Fritz was on all fours leaning on his elbows, Bobby swung his right foot and connected again with Fritz’s face. Fritz fell onto his back unconscious. Bobby smiled as he looked down on the man. His joy was short lived as the door was swung open and Agent Hosty entered the room with two police officers. Bobby was handcuffed and led to a cell. Oswald was on his own now.

  Chapter 86

  As David opened his eyes he was lying along the backseat of the car. He was no longer handcuffed. He pulled himself up in the seat and looked out of the window, he was in the middle of a small field. To his left he saw a small plane, it was dark green and looked like it could only hold a dozen people. Three men standing beside it, to his right he saw Jim Sibert. He was standing with his back to the car smoking. David opened the door and stepped from the car. The sky was overcast and there was a chill in the air, he had no idea where he was.

  “Where the fuck are you going?” Sibert yelled.

  “Nowhere I just wanted to stretch my legs.” David replied. He raised his hand to his jaw after he spoke it was swollen and all he could taste was blood. Sibert raised a gun and took aim at David. “Walk over to the plane.” David did as he was told and headed towards the aircraft. As he arrived at the entrance to the plane he was greeted by an odd looking man. He was wearing a bad fake red wig and had drawn on eyebrows.

  “Is this him?” The man asked.

  “That’s him.” Sibert answered. “This is your pilot David Ferrie. Get rid of him Ferrie.”

  “No problem. Gerry you sit with him during the flight make sure he behaves h
imself.”

  David looked towards the man named Gerry, he recognised him immediately as Gerry Hemming one of the men that had attacked Faraday. He was huge, David had figured he could perhaps take Ferrie but he had no chance against Hemming. Sibert and the other man headed back towards the car. Ferrie boarded the plane first and opened a small wooden door to his right that led into the cockpit. David went next he turned to his left and saw three rows of chairs on both sides of the plane. There were three seats in each row giving the plane a capacity of 18 passengers plus the pilots. David took the seat nearest the aisle in the front row on the left hand side of the plane, Gerry closed the door of the plane and then sat on the seat nearest the aisle in the front row on the right hand side of the plane.

  Within five minutes of being on board the plane began to move. David looked out of the window, the field didn’t even look big enough to take off from. As the plane began to gather speed it got very bumpy. He didn’t think the field was an ideal runway. To David’s surprise the plane did manage to get off the ground and he was thrust back in his chair as it did so. There was no way out now.

  Chapter 87

  As Faraday waved at the cheering crowds he suddenly became confused. How did I get here? The sun was beating down on him. He was in a black open top Lincoln limousine driving through Dealey Plaza. David who was driving the car was wearing a black suit with Lee Harvey Oswald sat to his left in a white shirt underneath a black round neck jumper and black trousers. Behind them Bobby and Nancy were sitting waving at the crowds. Bobby was sat on the right hand side of the car wearing a suit and a cowboy hat directly in front of Faraday. To Faraday’s left he saw Jane wearing the pink suit that Jackie Kennedy had been wearing when JFK was shot.

  As Faraday looked out to the crowds on the right hand side they suddenly became hostile. A man ran right up to the car and threw a playing card at Faraday. He picked it up and saw that it was the Ace of Spades. He looked to his left once more and saw Jack Kennedy sitting in between himself and Jane. He was wearing a charcoal suit with a white shirt and a red tie. On his lap sat an hourglass the top bulb was almost empty as the sand poured into the bottom bulb.