Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2)

by Allan J. Lewis

  Jean thought to herself, If this is what they’re going to do to me all the way up to York, I’m not sure I’ll survive the trip.

  “Bloody hell lad,” Old Sergeant said, “you two are going to be my best friends for life. I could never pay you back for this.” He ran his hands over her thin waist, traced them down her broad hips and holding them firmly, he entered Jean.

  The sight in the pale moon light took Steve-e-Joe’s breath away Hearing her scream, he reached over. “Jean love, bite on this, we don’t want to wake the neighbors.” He folded a leather strap and put it in her mouth.

  Jean was rocking back and forth real faster as she bit hard and tried not to scream out, and the last words she heard Steve-e-Joe say as he watched Sergeant Johnny Brown banging away was, “I wish I had lit a candle.”

  Jean gripped the blanket hard with both hands and crying out with pleasure, the leather strap fell out of her mouth as she and “Uncle Johnny” both came at the same time.

  Jean shot up in bed, it took a moment for her to realize she had been in her dreamland fantasy again, and that her Uncle, who was built like a stallion was not behind her screwing the hell out of her. She found she was still gripping the blanket hard so she let go and fell back on the pillows exhausted. Steve was snoring away as usual and she turned away from him, bit her lips and contemplated the dream she just had. It was so unreal. And real, all at the same time. Jean, shy Jean, would never dare sleep with two men, and yet it felt so real that she felt that she had willingly bedded them both.

  What did the Buster story have to do with my adventure, anyway? she asked herself. She smiled as she realized it was the way Joe liked to get her in the mood. He had teased her with a horny story, and then got her to play that story out. She wondered if her “Uncle Johnny” would be in the next episode of her adventure. He must be, she thought, with a cock as big as that. Joe will want to see me fucked by it; it’s his fantasy as well as mine. Joe wants to see me being fucked by a big cock while he watches; it’s his fantasy as well as mine.

  Jean didn’t care how long it was going to take them to get to York City, as long as Joe came to her in her dreams and made it happen again and again. She knew Joe would find her new lovers, and that they would drive her mad with pleasure. She snuggled up to Steve and fell to sleep, wondering what would happen to her next time, and who else would Joe line up for her to shag.

  *

  Sunday, October 6th

  Frank Brubaker had given Agent Burrows her orders, and she hadn’t been too happy at being taken off such an important assignment: the helping of Homeland in the tracking down of two possible terrorists with intent to kill congresswomen. This had been the highlight of her career so far and she had been sorely disappointed at being taken off the case.

  She took consolation in the fact that things would open up soon and Joe would be reached out to soon enough, and with Joe back on the case, she would too.

  With a sigh, she took out her cold case file, ready to go over it with Alice.

  Alice Timberlake wasn’t feeling much better. She simply felt used. It was obvious that Agent Campbell only needed her talent of communicating with Joe. Whenever she wasn’t doing exactly that, he was convinced she was in the way. When Burrows had asked her and Joe to help out, Alice was under the impression that she’d be involved deeply in the cases.

  The delusion had evaporated after she heard the words, “Go home and wait until we need you again.”

  Burrows had tried to smooth things over by telling Alice that she had been taken off the case too, and that they were going to work on a cold case file together. Poor Burrows.

  Alice knew Burrows was disappointed as well, and to make things worse, Campbell reminded Alice that she had sworn an oath of secrecy, and she wasn’t to tell a soul what went on up in San Francisco, not even her husband. If the word got out that there were two suicide bombers in the USA, looking to kill congresswomen for speaking out, then there would be widespread panic.

  The secrecy had been the hardest part for Alice, not being able to answer the hundreds of questions John had asked her the night she arrived and the next morning as they had breakfast together. She was up early with him for she had an early morning flight to catch.

  “So you’re really off to West Virginia?” John asked as he dipped a biscuit in his coffee.

  “Yes honey, and I don’t know how long I’ll be,” Alice replied.

  “At least you can tell me about this case, it isn’t top secret too, is it?”

  “I’m sorry I can’t tell you what happened up at Cisco,” Alice said, for she he was still sore at her. “Hopefully it will all be cleared up in a couple of weeks and I’ll able to tell you and also write about it then.”

  “And make us loads of money,” John said. There was sarcasm in there somewhere.

  “Yes, if it wasn’t for me having the exclusive on the stories I don’t think I’d be doing this crime caper reporting.”

  “Honey, if it wasn’t for the stories, you wouldn’t be a famous freelance journalist. And I wouldn’t be able to boast to the boys at work that you’re off again following up on another story.” He gave her a loving smile. “Honestly honey, the only way I can shut Steve Bateman up, is by telling him how famous you are. If I didn’t, he’d go on forever about his Beauty Queen Jean and how she should be in films.”

  Alice chuckled and said, “She is very beautiful but I doubt she can act.”

  “Yeah, I guess she is rather good looking.” He had another biscuit. “They’re getting married soon and he seems more for it than Jean. His mother wants a big church wedding but Jean wants a small wedding because she hasn’t got a lot of friends and her mother is about her only family.”

  “Well it’s her day and I think she should have her way.”

  “I’ll tell Steve you said that.”

  She gasped. “You leave me out of it! He’s your friend more than mine.”

  “Still, he was disappointed when we couldn’t go bowling with them, but I told him you were following up a hot lead and that shut him up.” He finished his coffee. “Well I’m off to work. You phone me and let me know you arrived safely.” John gave her a kiss.

  “I’ll be alright, Burrows thinks Joe can solve the case real quick. I’ll be home in a couple of days hopefully. Bye love.”

  “Bye honey.”

  Burrows met Alice at the airport and drove her to Norfolk, West Virginia where they booked into a hotel near the Johnson household where one of the murders took place. They went over the cold case file together in Alice’s room.

  “I think Joe can wrap this case up in one visit to Andrew Johnson’s dreams.” Burrows said, pointing to the file. “I’ve arranged a meeting with Andrew and his younger brother Karl tomorrow. We’ll start with Karl first. Hopefully, we won’t spook Andrew.”

  “You think Andrew killed his mother and brother, so he could take over the family business?”

  Burrows nodded. “Pretty much. His father was dying of cancer plus his mother and elder brother would have had the house and the business after his father’s death. So that makes him our main suspect, although he had an alibi for both of the murders. We think he hired someone to have them killed instead of doing it himself. If Joe could find out who he hired, then we’ll be able to nail him and clear this case up.”

  “I still can’t see how he would kill his mother, greed or no.” Alice was shaking her head in disgust.

  “Well it’s not all down to greed. We found out that Andrew wanted to marry his secretary, Ann James but his mother didn’t like the girl, and told Andrew he could do better. I’m not saying that was motive to kill his mother but two months after her death... Bam! They got married.” She gave a shrug of her shoulders. “And two months after that, his elder brother was murdered.”

  “Leaving Andrew, as the next person in line to take over the family business and move into the big house with his ill father.” Alice held up the file and asked. “
The father was still alive when this happened; if he thought Andrew had them both killed he would have changed his will, right? Didn’t he die a few months later?”

  “Yeah but Mr. Johnson wouldn’t hear a bad word concerning his family. You tell Joe when he visits you tonight to concentrate on Andrew first, see where he leads us.”

  Burrows went over a few more things about the case before she left, telling Alice to get an early night.

  Alice sighed as she was left alone. She was in yet another hotel room far away from home and missing her husband. She had called him, told him what had gone on and given him a breakdown of their plans for the next day. Then she went to her laptop and had only begun to write up a story about the Andrew Johnson family, when Joe popped into her head.

  “Hi, it’s only me.”

  “Hi Joe, you just missed Burrows. We were going over the cold case file.”

  “Before you tell me about that case, what’s the latest on the brothers?”

  “Umm, not a lot, really. Burrows said the CIA and Homeland have been tracking the phone lines and listening to chatter but in the last two days, it’s gone quiet in D.C. and the surrounding area. She says that usually means something is going down. The same goes for all the gossip on the street: the cell groups are all hush-hush right now; one informer said that there was new blood in the area but he knew no more than that. Plus Agent Campbell has hundreds of cops looking for that stolen car from Cisco; the car was last seen in Kansas, and Frank Brubaker thinks the two suspects have swapped cars in Kansas and are now well hidden up in D.C.”

  “Okay, I believe they’ll call us when they need our help. Are you going meet the Johnson brothers tomorrow?”

  “Yes, Burrows and the investigating officers at the time thought Andrew hired a killer to get rid of his mother and brother.” Alice put her laptop away. “I couldn’t believe he’d kill his own mother but when you read the father’s will, it makes you think...”

  “Let me guess, the old man had millions and Andrew didn’t want to share it with his mother and brother.”

  “Well the will read, that on the father’s death, his eldest son would take over the business and was to have the house after his wife’s death. He left a million dollars each to the other two sons and his daughter, and the rest of his fortune went to his wife. And they reckon it was about thirty-six million.”

  “Wow, that’s a lot of money, but I don’t see anything particularly wrong with the will. That’s just about the way any husband and father would write his will. He made sure his wife had the house and most of his money, gave the son the family business to keep going, plus the other kids were done right too. I’m sure they’d all have a share in the money after their mother’s days.”

  “Yeah Joe, but if you add the fact that his mother didn’t like Andrew’s girlfriend, because she was beneath the family class, then it kinda makes sense.” Alice picked up her notes and went on. “Look, then at the age of 54, the mother was murdered in her kitchen in the middle of the day. She was robbed, she had her throat cut and her purse was emptied on the kitchen top. They took her money and her credit cards. Her husband was only two rooms away in his study, and didn’t hear a thing. The thief didn’t ransack the house for valuables; he just left.”

  “Or she...”

  “Or she, Joe.” Alice said with a little smile. “Anyway, Burrows reckons that if it was a thief, he... or she would have used those cards as soon as they could. But none of them was used, making the police think it was a murder just made to look like burglary gone wrong.”

  “So the police think that Andrew had his mother killed so he could marry his girl and then a few months later he had his brother killed so he could inherit the house, the business and the fortune? That doesn’t sound like a loving son.”

  “Not by any means. The elder brother’s murder was also made to look like a mugging; he had his throat cut in the car park of his golf club. They took his watch and rings off his fingers, and emptied his wallet for his credit cards but never used them. The police think it was a planned killing. The club car park only had ten cars there. And the brother often left just before 10pm. The police think the killer knew that, hid there and waited. It was not a place a mugger or thief would hang about hoping for a robbery.”

  “One in the family having their throat cut is one thing, but two in the family having their throats cut is too much of a coincidence, no wonder the police think it’s Andrew, he seems to have some motive.”

  “And Burrows said the police thought Andrew was acting guilty but he stuck to his story and his alibis. Since the police didn’t have enough to charge him with and never caught the murderers, the case went cold.”

  “And now they think I can get into his head and find out what happened?”

  “Yeah, Burrows thinks this will be another stepping stone for us to prove our worth to the FBI.”

  “Okay, tell me when you’re meeting the brothers and I’ll try to get a bit of privacy so I can join you and Burrows.”

  “More business meetings? You must be a very busy man”

  Alice felt awful as soon as she said it. It had been an unconscious attempt to pry into his identity, the very thing he was trying to keep a secret from everyone. “Sorry, I’m not trying to catch you out or anything,” she said.

  “It’s alright; it must be hard for you to understand. Especially while getting used to the whole telepathy thing.”

  “It does take some getting used to. Yesterday I was in California and you popped into my mind; today I’m in West Virginia, hundreds of miles away and yet you found me. I can’t figure out how you do it?”

  “It’s still a mystery to me but it’s part of my gift that we can communicate telepathically where ever you are. Really, all I’ve got to do is close my eyes and think of you, call your name and in seconds I’m in your head. Anyway I’ll let you get an early night; I’ve got some unfinished business to see to before I get any sleep.”

  “I’m not going to ask you what that is but I’ve got a good idea: you’ll be off into some fairy tale book, helping some damsel in distress.”

  “Something like that, I’ll contact you tomorrow.”

  “Yeah, I’ll talk to you then.”

  Alice thought back to one occasion when Joe had taken her to have dinner with Snow White and the seven dwarves in one of her sexual fantasies. The cartoon characters in the book had come alive and Snow White was as tall as she was but the dwarves only came up to her chest and she ended up have sex with Doc and Dopey.

  How weird.

  The next night, Joe had tried to get her to sleep with three monks in a Robin Hood story book. That’s when she had resisted him. She had said to him, “Get out of my dreams!” and he had, but somehow they had become telepathic.

  Now here she was, helping the Magic Man communicate with the Feds.

  How strangely things work, out she thought.

  *

  Jean once again waited for Steve to start snoring before she settled down and gave in to sleep. In no time, she could hear the old English accent of Sergeant Brown, muffled at first, but as it became clearer she smiled; she was back in old England.

  “Sergeant Morris! What are you doing back here?” Sergeant Brown snapped at his friend in a harsh whisper.

  “What you mean back here? I work here and I’m checking the camp before I turn in.” Sergeant Morris was walking on the dirt road on the outskirt of the patch of field beside their tent.

  Jean was helping Steve-e-Joe hang up the tent divider when they overheard the two friends arguing. Steve-e-Joe put his finger to his lips for her to be quiet and listen.

  “You’re not! You’re bloody checking up on me and my niece,” Johnny said, in the same harsh whisper as he took a few steps to be on the road facing Sergeant Morris, “not the bloody camp!”

  “Why on God’s earth would I be checking up on you and your niece? Nothing funny going on in that tent is there?”

  �
��You watch your tongue or I’ll knock two more teeth out for you.”

  “You don’t fool me, Johnny Brown,” Morris said, wagging his finger. ”You’re no more her uncle than I is.”

  “Keep your voice down! Or so help me God, I’ll brain you.” Johnny shook his fist at him.

  “Why, don’t you want the young lads in the next tent to know she’s not your niece?” He gave Johnny a questioning grin.

  “Why don’t you bugger off while you can still walk?”

  “You are hiding something, Johnny... If you’re willing to fight me to keep me quiet.”

  “If you don’t clear off…”

  “Haha! You must be having your way with the lass,” he said, nodding and flashing a knowing smile, “or you wouldn’t be so jumpy.”

  “Keep your voice down Morris or I’ll throttle you. I swear it.”

  “You lucky bugger!” Morris exclaimed.

  “Uncle Johnny” wasn’t denying the accusation and Morris felt that was the same as admitting to fondling her and even more. With arms folded across his chest, he asked in a low tone, “How did you work it to get a young married couple to share your bed, you lucky scheming old bastard?”

  “That’s it, put your fists up!”

  Johnny took a swing and missed by a whole mile.

  Morris stepped back, smiling. “Oh yeah? I didn’t even plan to spoil your fun, Johnny. All I wanted to know is how you got the girl to agree to it.”

  Johnny advanced in a fighting stance and Morris, seeing he was determined said, “Oh? Okay,” and raised his fists to contest properly.

  He took a swing at Johnny and he also missed by a mile. “And how the bloody hell did you get the lad to agree?”