29-03-2025, 02:30 PM
"Oh, my!" she said. "Looks like someone else is awake early this morning, too!"
She immediately broke out embrace and gently took my rigid member in her hand and lowered her head onto it, swallowing me whole in one smooth motion. She set to work giving me the most incredible blow job I had ever received. Both of us were still covered in the scent and remains of our earlier lovemaking session. Shannon didn't care. I had to playfully fight with her to allow me access to at least play with her pussy and tits, which I eventually won. Soon, her vaginal juices were flowing freely again.
She sat up, crawled over and straddled me. She slid her hips backward deftly and her pussy absolutely inhaled my cock. Shannon let out a coo and a moan as she adjusted and got used to the fullness again. She began grinding her hips back and forth as she was determined to be the one controlling the pace of the action this time.
She laid down on my chest and grabbed my head, pulling my face into hers as we began making out and gently rocked at the same time. I gently massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples. We weren't consummating this time, we were simply enjoying making love in the early morning hours.
Soon, we were both steadily rocking towards pleasurable orgasms, even though they weren't nearly as intense as earlier. I washed her insides again with another blast of semen, though not nearly as prodigious as the first time. We lay there for a while before she slid herself off and, again, fell asleep in my arms. No matter how I had imagined our first night as man and wife, I couldn't imagine it being more blissful than this.
We slept in until about 10:00 the next morning. By that time, we both laughingly agreed that showers were definitely a must as we both smelled like dried sweat, pussy and cum - which isn't as bad an odor as it sounds, at least not when you're sexually aroused. But I followed her into the bathroom and into a steaming shower and we had more fun soaping and lathering each other. This, of course, led to a third intense round of lovemaking under the cascading shower head, which was followed by another round shortly before checkout at 1 pm. We were bound and determined to get our money's worth out of the room.
We never did make it to the pool or hot tub. But our in-room activities more than made up for it. And the room service wasn't bad, either!
*****
We met up with Shannon's parents again at their ranch home when we picked up the kids. Our overnight at the hotel was just for us to have some time together after the wedding. We had decided from the beginning that our actual honeymoon was going to be a family one. Shannon, the boys, Bridget and I would be going to Florida over Christmas break for a Disney cruise that would allow us a 5-day cruise and another three days in Orlando along with a three-day pass to Disney World and all of the Disney parks.
We were enjoying a nice dinner that evening with Jack, Suzanne and the kids when my phone rang again and I had to excuse myself. Once again, the caller ID showed "UNKNOWN NUMBER".
"Hello?" I answered.
I heard a pause and then, "I assume your weekend went well, Sheriff?"
"Yes, it was," I said, getting pissed off. "I'm flattered that you have taken such an interest in my life, whoever the fuck you are."
"Flattery isn't my intention, Sheriff. But you are right about my interest."
"Why? Why are you so interested? You know I'm going to find out who this is eventually, don't you?"
"No doubt you will, Sheriff. By then it may be too late."
"Oh, a threat. Nice. That will go nicely with my report to the FBI."
"You think I'm scared of the FBI, Sheriff?"
"I don't really give a shit whether you are scared or not," I said. "I'm going to find out who you are, where you live and what the purpose of these stupid phone calls are."
Another pause. "You really want to know the purpose of my calls, Sheriff?"
"I'm going to find out either way."
"Do you feel the butterflies in your stomach, Sheriff? Do you feel the anger and frustration building within you? Do you feel the fear and trepidation as you see my blocked number appear on your caller ID when I ring?"
A pause of my own. "Maybe," I said.
"That is the purpose of my call, Sheriff." (*click*)
I stood there staring at my phone and doing what I could to prevent from throwing the phone against the wall. Just as I did so, I saw Shannon standing there watching me.
"Is everything okay, babe? You looked strange as you took the call," she said.
"Oh, I don't know. Just a prank call or something."
"On your cell phone? Who would do that, especially on your work phone?"
"Not really sure, sweetheart. I'm gonna get to the bottom of it, though."
Despite my reassurances to Shannon, I don't think she believed me. Given how quiet she was during the rest of dinner, I think she suspected the phone call was more serious than I led her to believe.
I wasn't supposed to be back at work yet but I went ahead and went into the Sheriff's office Monday morning. Shannon, too, went back to work early, since we were going to be taking a vacation at Christmas anyway. My first call was to Mitch Monahan to let him know I was in the office but not to freak out as I had just a few tasks to finish up. He wasn't happy but I told him I would stay no later than lunch. Among some of the items I needed to look at was the list of qualified candidates to replace Deputy Embegwe.
But I also needed to look into the cryptic phone calls. I reviewed what I knew about the caller, which wasn't much. First of all, they spoke very good English and with a predominantly American accent. I say predominantly because the diction and annunciation was more prevalent than you would find in most Americans. That's what gave me an inkling that the caller was somebody who was either foreign or at least born and partially raised in a foreign country.
Also, the caller sounded like an adult but not a mature adult. I don't know how to explain it but the voice had a boyish hint to it.
My first thought was that it was someone from the Hammadi family or at least someone associated with them. The Hammadis had lived in the US for at least 10 years. Both Muchtada and Ibrahim spoke perfect English but had distinct accents, as well. Obviously, the caller was neither of them as they had both been killed.
In addition to the two oldest boys and Miriam, the Hammadis had three younger sons, 17 year-old Jaffar, 15 year-old Muhammad, and 12 year old Jamil. The three boys had returned to Dubai with their father Khalid, mother Sarabi and the bodies of the three oldest children to be buried in their homeland. As far as I knew there were no other relatives of the family who remained in Red River Falls or anywhere else in the Dakotas, Minnesota or the Upper Plains.
During my career as Sheriff if there was ever a time I needed to know some key and, I dare say, intimate information, my first call was always to a woman named Tonya. Actually, I should say Tonya Fulbright-Hayes. Tonya had become a dear friend at the beginning of my career with the Mason County Sheriff's Department as I battled to fend off a serious threat to my freedom and ended my marriage on MY terms and not my cheating, whorish ex-wife Clarissa. Ever since then, if there was any kind of threat to my career or my family, Tonya and her husband, Lieutenant Chris Hayes were my first phone call.
"Patty Pie!" Tonya shrieked as she picked up.
"Hey, Tonya! I hope I haven't called at a bad time."
"Never a bad time for you, Sheriff," she said in a sultry manner. I would never cheat on Shannon nor cheat with the wife of a friend. But if I lacked the moral fiber preventing me from doing so, I would probably have a whole lot of fun with Tonya.
"Well, I need some off-the-books assistance, if you know what I mean."
"Ooooh! Kinky! What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into now, Patsy?" she giggled.
"Well, that's the problem, love. I'm not really sure just yet."
"Well, my skedge is pretty full today. What's the possibility of you and Shannon coming over for din-din tonight?"
"I'm pretty sure we could can make that happen. What's a good time?"
"How's six-ish sound?"
"Pretty good-ish," I chuckled. "See you then!"
"It's a date!"
*****
Shannon was thrilled to hear we were having supper at Chris and Tonya's house. So were the boys, as Tonya had an insane amount of computer equipment, tablets, and other devices. She was also a gamer and had every kind of gaming system from an original Atari to the most modern Xbox and Playstation. I knew the kids would be well-occupied.
Because Tonya was absolutely brilliant when it came to computers, I was also fairly confident that she wouldn't get caught if I asked her to do something not exactly within the bounds of established law. Tonya knew and could navigate the Dark Web better than I could find my way around my own house.
We finished our dinner which, as usual, involved a lot of flirting from Tonya to my wife Shannon. Tonya had what I can only describe as a major crush on Shannon, which was kind of kinky to see on one hand but also kind of annoying on the other. But Tonya also knew where the line was and never crossed it. All in all, Shannon and Tonya were quickly becoming the best of friends.
Tonya and Chris took me into her basement office where I couldn't tell if I was in someone's house or the Bat Cave, given all of the electronics. She also had a workshop down there where she actually repairs a lot of computer equipment, as well. Her technical support work far outpaced her repair work nowadays but she was still very skilled and capable at fixing stuff.
She was using something called Tor and explained that whatever we were looking for would be nearly untraceable. I had given her virtually every piece of information about every member of the Hammadi family I could. Tonya worked nearly silently for almost 30 minutes, breaking the lull to occasionally ask me a question or two.
"Okay, sexy," she said turning to me. "The bodies of all three were released to the family within 48 hours after the shootings. Technically, they are supposed to have the funeral and be buried within 24 hours after death. But ---c law allows for some discrepancy when a person dies so far from home. They were then driven to Minneapolis where the bodies and the family all boarded a Delta flight to Atlanta. In Atlanta they connected to an Emirates flight that was non-stop to Dubai."
I looked at the information she brought up. There didn't seem to be anything out of place that stood out right away.
"And the flight landed in Dubai early the next morning," Tonya said. "No stops or diversions in between."
Tonya even pulled up pages from the local English newspaper in Dubai that referenced the "tragedy" that struck the Hammadi family while in the USA. Interestingly, it made no mention of the fact that the two oldest sons murdered two American law enforcement officers in cold blood and then butchered and incinerated their own sister.
"Oh, shit!" Tonya exclaimed.
"What?!"
"Just a sec," she said, furiously typing the keys. "I totally missed this! The Hammadis had to switch planes from the Delta flight to the Emirates flight in Atlanta!"
"Right," I acknowledged. "But we already knew that, didn't we?"
"Yes, we did," she continued. "But what I didn't check initially was boarding pass check-in."
"Okay, so explain that."
"Pat, the Hammadis would have disembarked at the Delta gate. In order to board the new flight they would have had to check-in at the Emirates gate. In Minneapolis, you can clearly see that five people properly checked in and boarded the flight. BUT, in Atlanta, five people clearly got off the flight but only FOUR had boarding passes and embarked on the Emirates flight for Dubai!"
I could feel my face go cold as the blood rushed from it. "Can you find out which one of them didn't board the flight to Dubai?"
A few more clicks of the keyboard. "It looks like one of the boys, Jaffar Hammadi."
Shit! That explains it. The 17 year-old. My intuition about the age of the caller was right on. And considering the fact that the shootings and funerals were now over two weeks ago Jaffar could easily be back in the Red River Falls area.
That could only mean one thing ... Jaffar Hammadi was coming after me.
"Whatever you do," I told Chris and Tonya, "not a word of this to Shannon or the kids."
"You really should say something to Shannon, Pat," Chris warned. "She needs to know what to look for. You don't know for sure that he isn't gonna try and get to you by getting to your family first."
"I understand, Chris. But I don't want to say anything until I know for sure. I'm gonna call Special Agent Cooper in the morning and let him know what's going on. Hopefully, the Bureau can get on it and track him down before he gets here, if he isn't here already."
"Okay, Pat, but I'd tell her as soon as you hear from the Bureau."
"I'll tell her soon enough," I assured them both.
We spent some more time with Chris and Tonya while the kids enjoyed playing a variety of new and classic games on Tonya's game consoles. Pretty sure my boys could move in there and never come out for a month, save for food and bathroom breaks.
On the way home Shannon took my hand and said, "Did you, Tonya and Chris all find what you were looking for?"
"Not exactly, no," I lied. Truthfully, I couldn't say 100% that the Hammadi kid was the caller and I couldn't say definitively that he was a threat. But I sure as hell couldn't rule it out, either.
"Well, maybe whoever it is will grow up and get tired of their little game," Shannon said, hopefully.
"Yeah," I smiled. "Probably just some stupid kid," I added, less than convincingly.
I got up early the next morning and took my favorite horse, Blackjack, for a morning ride. It was one of my favorite things to do to relax that, frankly, I just didn't get to do enough. And I hadn't been out for a ride since before Tristan was killed. I rode for nearly an hour around my property as well as some trails on the neighboring properties around mine for which I had permission from the landowners.
I got back to the house just in time to see Shannon get ready to leave for work and the kids to get on the college bus, so I got hugs and smooches from all before they were gone for the day. Suddenly, I was all alone and felt vulnerable. I reached down and patted my hip to be sure that my Smith and Wesson Model 686 .357 magnum was still secured in its holster. Part of me kind of felt like a cowboy wearing it but now it felt like a necessity.
I rode Blackjack back to the barn, unsaddled him and put away the tack. I always hung my saddle by the horn to keep it off the ground and away from any place the mice could get to it and chew on the leather. Same for the bridle.
I then led Blackjack back to the barnyard and released him. His beautiful raven black hair had a bright sheen to it from all of his sweat and he immediately found a nice spot to lay down and roll on the grass and dirt. Then he popped back up to his feet and shook violently to shake off the excess dust and dirt. He was now filthy but happy and I rewarded him with an apple from one of the trees on my property, which were just coming into season.
I made sure the horses' tank was full of water and threw out a few slices of hay for all of them before heading back into the house to shower, change clothes and figure out how to spend the rest of my day and week. This was going to be the last week I took off from work, regardless of what Mitch Monahan says. I was going nuts being away from the office and away from the action.
Once I was freshly showered, shaved and had some breakfast and coffee in me, I went to my home study to make a phone call. I dialed the number and a pleasant-sounding female answered the phone.
"Federal Bureau of Investigation, Minneapolis office. How may I direct your call?"
"Uh, yes. My name is Pat Quinn, Sheriff of Mason County. I'm looking for Special Agent Bryce Cooper."
"One moment please."
I waited nearly ten minutes while the secretary or receptionist periodically came back on the line to ask me to hold a little longer. Well, it was longer. And getting longer.
Finally, Cooper came on the line.
"Sheriff! Good to hear from you. What can I do for you?"
"Hey, Agent Cooper. Good to talk to you, too," I lied. "I have a bit of a problem I was hoping you could help me with."
"Absolutely, Sheriff. After all, I'm with the government and we're always here to help," he chuckled. What a douche.
"Well, I've been getting a series of cryptic phone calls from an unknown number over the last couple of weeks and they've been sounding more and more ominous with each one."
"Oh? What can you tell me about the caller?"
I spent the next ten minutes telling Cooper everything I knew, including the information I had discovered about five Hammadis getting off the plane in Atlanta and only four boarding the plane for Dubai. I did not, however, reveal how I knew that last bit of information.
"I really don't think the Hammadis are the ones bothering you, Quinn," Cooper said. "It's quite possible that the Hammadi boy decided to stay with relatives or friends. Given his age, I'm guessing he is a student in high college in Red River Falls, is he not?"
"Well, sure he was. But why would he fly to Atlanta with his family only to turn around and come back to Red River Falls? And why could we not find any information about a return flight to the area? If he is back here, who would he be staying with?"
"Quinn, it seems like you've dug into this quite a bit to find out all this information so far. First of all, I'd check with the college to see if he's been back in college or not. That ought to be the first indication if he's still in the area or not. Secondly, I seriously doubt that he is going to try and take out a local sheriff."
"What the hell would he be doing back here?"
"I don't know, Quinn, but our investigation revealed nothing to indicate that any of the men in the Hammadi family had been radicalized. We scrutinized the hell out of their social media activity and the rest of their online activity. Absolutely nothing to indicate they were radicalized. You don't have a mosque or ---c center in Red River Falls but, by all indications, they never traveled to the one in Fargo, Sioux Falls or anywhere else within 200 miles, or at least not often enough for anyone at any of the ones we checked to remember the Hammadis going regularly."
"Can you at least check and see why the Hammadi kid didn't go back to Dubai with the rest of the family?"
"I'm telling you, Quinn. He's a 17 year-old kid whose been living the majority of his life in the USA. The rest of his family is going home and, most likely, probably going to end up staying there. Dubai is a cool city and all, but even a place like Red River Falls would be preferable to staying there long term. The kid probably just decided to stay here and is shacking up with a buddy's family."
Jesus, he was pissing me off. "Can you guys at least look into it for me?"
"Quinn, I'm already looking into something for you. I've got all the work I can handle digging into the background and activities of the Minuteman Militia, which you seem to refuse to acknowledge is a problem in your area. If you're really looking for something to be scared about it's your friendly, neighborhood militia, which is chock full of white supremacists and anti-government whackos."
All I could do is just roll my eyes. "Fine. I'll check with the colleges and his known friends and associates to see if they've seen him. But if they haven't, I'm gonna be calling you back, Cooper. And then I'm going to want to know why the FBI refuses to cooperate with me and my department in tracking down the younger brother of known killers who already murdered two law enforcement officers and their own sister. And the public is going to want to know, too!"
She immediately broke out embrace and gently took my rigid member in her hand and lowered her head onto it, swallowing me whole in one smooth motion. She set to work giving me the most incredible blow job I had ever received. Both of us were still covered in the scent and remains of our earlier lovemaking session. Shannon didn't care. I had to playfully fight with her to allow me access to at least play with her pussy and tits, which I eventually won. Soon, her vaginal juices were flowing freely again.
She sat up, crawled over and straddled me. She slid her hips backward deftly and her pussy absolutely inhaled my cock. Shannon let out a coo and a moan as she adjusted and got used to the fullness again. She began grinding her hips back and forth as she was determined to be the one controlling the pace of the action this time.
She laid down on my chest and grabbed my head, pulling my face into hers as we began making out and gently rocked at the same time. I gently massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples. We weren't consummating this time, we were simply enjoying making love in the early morning hours.
Soon, we were both steadily rocking towards pleasurable orgasms, even though they weren't nearly as intense as earlier. I washed her insides again with another blast of semen, though not nearly as prodigious as the first time. We lay there for a while before she slid herself off and, again, fell asleep in my arms. No matter how I had imagined our first night as man and wife, I couldn't imagine it being more blissful than this.
We slept in until about 10:00 the next morning. By that time, we both laughingly agreed that showers were definitely a must as we both smelled like dried sweat, pussy and cum - which isn't as bad an odor as it sounds, at least not when you're sexually aroused. But I followed her into the bathroom and into a steaming shower and we had more fun soaping and lathering each other. This, of course, led to a third intense round of lovemaking under the cascading shower head, which was followed by another round shortly before checkout at 1 pm. We were bound and determined to get our money's worth out of the room.
We never did make it to the pool or hot tub. But our in-room activities more than made up for it. And the room service wasn't bad, either!
*****
We met up with Shannon's parents again at their ranch home when we picked up the kids. Our overnight at the hotel was just for us to have some time together after the wedding. We had decided from the beginning that our actual honeymoon was going to be a family one. Shannon, the boys, Bridget and I would be going to Florida over Christmas break for a Disney cruise that would allow us a 5-day cruise and another three days in Orlando along with a three-day pass to Disney World and all of the Disney parks.
We were enjoying a nice dinner that evening with Jack, Suzanne and the kids when my phone rang again and I had to excuse myself. Once again, the caller ID showed "UNKNOWN NUMBER".
"Hello?" I answered.
I heard a pause and then, "I assume your weekend went well, Sheriff?"
"Yes, it was," I said, getting pissed off. "I'm flattered that you have taken such an interest in my life, whoever the fuck you are."
"Flattery isn't my intention, Sheriff. But you are right about my interest."
"Why? Why are you so interested? You know I'm going to find out who this is eventually, don't you?"
"No doubt you will, Sheriff. By then it may be too late."
"Oh, a threat. Nice. That will go nicely with my report to the FBI."
"You think I'm scared of the FBI, Sheriff?"
"I don't really give a shit whether you are scared or not," I said. "I'm going to find out who you are, where you live and what the purpose of these stupid phone calls are."
Another pause. "You really want to know the purpose of my calls, Sheriff?"
"I'm going to find out either way."
"Do you feel the butterflies in your stomach, Sheriff? Do you feel the anger and frustration building within you? Do you feel the fear and trepidation as you see my blocked number appear on your caller ID when I ring?"
A pause of my own. "Maybe," I said.
"That is the purpose of my call, Sheriff." (*click*)
I stood there staring at my phone and doing what I could to prevent from throwing the phone against the wall. Just as I did so, I saw Shannon standing there watching me.
"Is everything okay, babe? You looked strange as you took the call," she said.
"Oh, I don't know. Just a prank call or something."
"On your cell phone? Who would do that, especially on your work phone?"
"Not really sure, sweetheart. I'm gonna get to the bottom of it, though."
Despite my reassurances to Shannon, I don't think she believed me. Given how quiet she was during the rest of dinner, I think she suspected the phone call was more serious than I led her to believe.
I wasn't supposed to be back at work yet but I went ahead and went into the Sheriff's office Monday morning. Shannon, too, went back to work early, since we were going to be taking a vacation at Christmas anyway. My first call was to Mitch Monahan to let him know I was in the office but not to freak out as I had just a few tasks to finish up. He wasn't happy but I told him I would stay no later than lunch. Among some of the items I needed to look at was the list of qualified candidates to replace Deputy Embegwe.
But I also needed to look into the cryptic phone calls. I reviewed what I knew about the caller, which wasn't much. First of all, they spoke very good English and with a predominantly American accent. I say predominantly because the diction and annunciation was more prevalent than you would find in most Americans. That's what gave me an inkling that the caller was somebody who was either foreign or at least born and partially raised in a foreign country.
Also, the caller sounded like an adult but not a mature adult. I don't know how to explain it but the voice had a boyish hint to it.
My first thought was that it was someone from the Hammadi family or at least someone associated with them. The Hammadis had lived in the US for at least 10 years. Both Muchtada and Ibrahim spoke perfect English but had distinct accents, as well. Obviously, the caller was neither of them as they had both been killed.
In addition to the two oldest boys and Miriam, the Hammadis had three younger sons, 17 year-old Jaffar, 15 year-old Muhammad, and 12 year old Jamil. The three boys had returned to Dubai with their father Khalid, mother Sarabi and the bodies of the three oldest children to be buried in their homeland. As far as I knew there were no other relatives of the family who remained in Red River Falls or anywhere else in the Dakotas, Minnesota or the Upper Plains.
During my career as Sheriff if there was ever a time I needed to know some key and, I dare say, intimate information, my first call was always to a woman named Tonya. Actually, I should say Tonya Fulbright-Hayes. Tonya had become a dear friend at the beginning of my career with the Mason County Sheriff's Department as I battled to fend off a serious threat to my freedom and ended my marriage on MY terms and not my cheating, whorish ex-wife Clarissa. Ever since then, if there was any kind of threat to my career or my family, Tonya and her husband, Lieutenant Chris Hayes were my first phone call.
"Patty Pie!" Tonya shrieked as she picked up.
"Hey, Tonya! I hope I haven't called at a bad time."
"Never a bad time for you, Sheriff," she said in a sultry manner. I would never cheat on Shannon nor cheat with the wife of a friend. But if I lacked the moral fiber preventing me from doing so, I would probably have a whole lot of fun with Tonya.
"Well, I need some off-the-books assistance, if you know what I mean."
"Ooooh! Kinky! What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into now, Patsy?" she giggled.
"Well, that's the problem, love. I'm not really sure just yet."
"Well, my skedge is pretty full today. What's the possibility of you and Shannon coming over for din-din tonight?"
"I'm pretty sure we could can make that happen. What's a good time?"
"How's six-ish sound?"
"Pretty good-ish," I chuckled. "See you then!"
"It's a date!"
*****
Shannon was thrilled to hear we were having supper at Chris and Tonya's house. So were the boys, as Tonya had an insane amount of computer equipment, tablets, and other devices. She was also a gamer and had every kind of gaming system from an original Atari to the most modern Xbox and Playstation. I knew the kids would be well-occupied.
Because Tonya was absolutely brilliant when it came to computers, I was also fairly confident that she wouldn't get caught if I asked her to do something not exactly within the bounds of established law. Tonya knew and could navigate the Dark Web better than I could find my way around my own house.
We finished our dinner which, as usual, involved a lot of flirting from Tonya to my wife Shannon. Tonya had what I can only describe as a major crush on Shannon, which was kind of kinky to see on one hand but also kind of annoying on the other. But Tonya also knew where the line was and never crossed it. All in all, Shannon and Tonya were quickly becoming the best of friends.
Tonya and Chris took me into her basement office where I couldn't tell if I was in someone's house or the Bat Cave, given all of the electronics. She also had a workshop down there where she actually repairs a lot of computer equipment, as well. Her technical support work far outpaced her repair work nowadays but she was still very skilled and capable at fixing stuff.
She was using something called Tor and explained that whatever we were looking for would be nearly untraceable. I had given her virtually every piece of information about every member of the Hammadi family I could. Tonya worked nearly silently for almost 30 minutes, breaking the lull to occasionally ask me a question or two.
"Okay, sexy," she said turning to me. "The bodies of all three were released to the family within 48 hours after the shootings. Technically, they are supposed to have the funeral and be buried within 24 hours after death. But ---c law allows for some discrepancy when a person dies so far from home. They were then driven to Minneapolis where the bodies and the family all boarded a Delta flight to Atlanta. In Atlanta they connected to an Emirates flight that was non-stop to Dubai."
I looked at the information she brought up. There didn't seem to be anything out of place that stood out right away.
"And the flight landed in Dubai early the next morning," Tonya said. "No stops or diversions in between."
Tonya even pulled up pages from the local English newspaper in Dubai that referenced the "tragedy" that struck the Hammadi family while in the USA. Interestingly, it made no mention of the fact that the two oldest sons murdered two American law enforcement officers in cold blood and then butchered and incinerated their own sister.
"Oh, shit!" Tonya exclaimed.
"What?!"
"Just a sec," she said, furiously typing the keys. "I totally missed this! The Hammadis had to switch planes from the Delta flight to the Emirates flight in Atlanta!"
"Right," I acknowledged. "But we already knew that, didn't we?"
"Yes, we did," she continued. "But what I didn't check initially was boarding pass check-in."
"Okay, so explain that."
"Pat, the Hammadis would have disembarked at the Delta gate. In order to board the new flight they would have had to check-in at the Emirates gate. In Minneapolis, you can clearly see that five people properly checked in and boarded the flight. BUT, in Atlanta, five people clearly got off the flight but only FOUR had boarding passes and embarked on the Emirates flight for Dubai!"
I could feel my face go cold as the blood rushed from it. "Can you find out which one of them didn't board the flight to Dubai?"
A few more clicks of the keyboard. "It looks like one of the boys, Jaffar Hammadi."
Shit! That explains it. The 17 year-old. My intuition about the age of the caller was right on. And considering the fact that the shootings and funerals were now over two weeks ago Jaffar could easily be back in the Red River Falls area.
That could only mean one thing ... Jaffar Hammadi was coming after me.
"Whatever you do," I told Chris and Tonya, "not a word of this to Shannon or the kids."
"You really should say something to Shannon, Pat," Chris warned. "She needs to know what to look for. You don't know for sure that he isn't gonna try and get to you by getting to your family first."
"I understand, Chris. But I don't want to say anything until I know for sure. I'm gonna call Special Agent Cooper in the morning and let him know what's going on. Hopefully, the Bureau can get on it and track him down before he gets here, if he isn't here already."
"Okay, Pat, but I'd tell her as soon as you hear from the Bureau."
"I'll tell her soon enough," I assured them both.
We spent some more time with Chris and Tonya while the kids enjoyed playing a variety of new and classic games on Tonya's game consoles. Pretty sure my boys could move in there and never come out for a month, save for food and bathroom breaks.
On the way home Shannon took my hand and said, "Did you, Tonya and Chris all find what you were looking for?"
"Not exactly, no," I lied. Truthfully, I couldn't say 100% that the Hammadi kid was the caller and I couldn't say definitively that he was a threat. But I sure as hell couldn't rule it out, either.
"Well, maybe whoever it is will grow up and get tired of their little game," Shannon said, hopefully.
"Yeah," I smiled. "Probably just some stupid kid," I added, less than convincingly.
I got up early the next morning and took my favorite horse, Blackjack, for a morning ride. It was one of my favorite things to do to relax that, frankly, I just didn't get to do enough. And I hadn't been out for a ride since before Tristan was killed. I rode for nearly an hour around my property as well as some trails on the neighboring properties around mine for which I had permission from the landowners.
I got back to the house just in time to see Shannon get ready to leave for work and the kids to get on the college bus, so I got hugs and smooches from all before they were gone for the day. Suddenly, I was all alone and felt vulnerable. I reached down and patted my hip to be sure that my Smith and Wesson Model 686 .357 magnum was still secured in its holster. Part of me kind of felt like a cowboy wearing it but now it felt like a necessity.
I rode Blackjack back to the barn, unsaddled him and put away the tack. I always hung my saddle by the horn to keep it off the ground and away from any place the mice could get to it and chew on the leather. Same for the bridle.
I then led Blackjack back to the barnyard and released him. His beautiful raven black hair had a bright sheen to it from all of his sweat and he immediately found a nice spot to lay down and roll on the grass and dirt. Then he popped back up to his feet and shook violently to shake off the excess dust and dirt. He was now filthy but happy and I rewarded him with an apple from one of the trees on my property, which were just coming into season.
I made sure the horses' tank was full of water and threw out a few slices of hay for all of them before heading back into the house to shower, change clothes and figure out how to spend the rest of my day and week. This was going to be the last week I took off from work, regardless of what Mitch Monahan says. I was going nuts being away from the office and away from the action.
Once I was freshly showered, shaved and had some breakfast and coffee in me, I went to my home study to make a phone call. I dialed the number and a pleasant-sounding female answered the phone.
"Federal Bureau of Investigation, Minneapolis office. How may I direct your call?"
"Uh, yes. My name is Pat Quinn, Sheriff of Mason County. I'm looking for Special Agent Bryce Cooper."
"One moment please."
I waited nearly ten minutes while the secretary or receptionist periodically came back on the line to ask me to hold a little longer. Well, it was longer. And getting longer.
Finally, Cooper came on the line.
"Sheriff! Good to hear from you. What can I do for you?"
"Hey, Agent Cooper. Good to talk to you, too," I lied. "I have a bit of a problem I was hoping you could help me with."
"Absolutely, Sheriff. After all, I'm with the government and we're always here to help," he chuckled. What a douche.
"Well, I've been getting a series of cryptic phone calls from an unknown number over the last couple of weeks and they've been sounding more and more ominous with each one."
"Oh? What can you tell me about the caller?"
I spent the next ten minutes telling Cooper everything I knew, including the information I had discovered about five Hammadis getting off the plane in Atlanta and only four boarding the plane for Dubai. I did not, however, reveal how I knew that last bit of information.
"I really don't think the Hammadis are the ones bothering you, Quinn," Cooper said. "It's quite possible that the Hammadi boy decided to stay with relatives or friends. Given his age, I'm guessing he is a student in high college in Red River Falls, is he not?"
"Well, sure he was. But why would he fly to Atlanta with his family only to turn around and come back to Red River Falls? And why could we not find any information about a return flight to the area? If he is back here, who would he be staying with?"
"Quinn, it seems like you've dug into this quite a bit to find out all this information so far. First of all, I'd check with the college to see if he's been back in college or not. That ought to be the first indication if he's still in the area or not. Secondly, I seriously doubt that he is going to try and take out a local sheriff."
"What the hell would he be doing back here?"
"I don't know, Quinn, but our investigation revealed nothing to indicate that any of the men in the Hammadi family had been radicalized. We scrutinized the hell out of their social media activity and the rest of their online activity. Absolutely nothing to indicate they were radicalized. You don't have a mosque or ---c center in Red River Falls but, by all indications, they never traveled to the one in Fargo, Sioux Falls or anywhere else within 200 miles, or at least not often enough for anyone at any of the ones we checked to remember the Hammadis going regularly."
"Can you at least check and see why the Hammadi kid didn't go back to Dubai with the rest of the family?"
"I'm telling you, Quinn. He's a 17 year-old kid whose been living the majority of his life in the USA. The rest of his family is going home and, most likely, probably going to end up staying there. Dubai is a cool city and all, but even a place like Red River Falls would be preferable to staying there long term. The kid probably just decided to stay here and is shacking up with a buddy's family."
Jesus, he was pissing me off. "Can you guys at least look into it for me?"
"Quinn, I'm already looking into something for you. I've got all the work I can handle digging into the background and activities of the Minuteman Militia, which you seem to refuse to acknowledge is a problem in your area. If you're really looking for something to be scared about it's your friendly, neighborhood militia, which is chock full of white supremacists and anti-government whackos."
All I could do is just roll my eyes. "Fine. I'll check with the colleges and his known friends and associates to see if they've seen him. But if they haven't, I'm gonna be calling you back, Cooper. And then I'm going to want to know why the FBI refuses to cooperate with me and my department in tracking down the younger brother of known killers who already murdered two law enforcement officers and their own sister. And the public is going to want to know, too!"
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