

### Viable@140

### George M. Gmitro

Copyright © 2014 by George M. Gmitro  
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### Acknowledgments

My deepest gratitude goes to Susie Lowry and Leassia Turner, for thoughtful editing. Their dedication has allowed me to tell a better story.

A special thanks to Kathy Daniel, Pam Dean, Wayne Turner, and Kevin Lowry. They were very encouraging in the early stages of my rough draft and gave me the confidence to continue.

I am also grateful for the help of my family, Michael, Moni, Katee, Anna, David, George (father), and Doug Duggan. Their candid comments, editing, and technical expertise were invaluable.

Finally, I can't thank my wife Tracee enough for her encouragement and insight.

### CONTENTS

Chapter 1  
Chapter 2  
Chapter 3  
Chapter 4  
Chapter 5  
Chapter 6  
Chapter 7  
Chapter 8  
Chapter 9  
Chapter 10  
Chapter 11  
Chapter 12  
Chapter 13  
Chapter 14  
Chapter 15  
Chapter 16  
Chapter 17  
Chapter 18  
Chapter 19  
Chapter 20  
Chapter 21  
Chapter 22  
Chapter 23  
Chapter 24  
Chapter 25  
Chapter 26  
Chapter 27  
Chapter 28  
Chapter 29  
Chapter 30  
Chapter 31  
Chapter 32  
Chapter 33  
Chapter 34  
Chapter 35  
Chapter 36  
Chapter 37  
Chapter 38  
Chapter 39  
Chapter 40  
Chapter 41  
Chapter 42  
Chapter 43  
Chapter 44  
Chapter 45  
Chapter 46  
Chapter 47  
Chapter 48  
Chapter 49  
Chapter 50  
Chapter 51  
Chapter 52  
Chapter 53  
Chapter 54  
Chapter 55  
Chapter 56  
Chapter 57  
Chapter 58  
Chapter 59

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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### 1

"Just one more time down the slope, dear?"

"Lance, you know I have a job interview tomorrow and if I don't get enough sleep I won't be my best."

Sandi has been at the top of her class, and this internship has been her goal since her sophomore year. A job at one of DeLand's most prestigious law firms would be great to put on her job resume when she graduates from Stetson University next year.

"One more time sweetheart, but that's it. You know it'll take us at least an hour to get our skis packed and to get down that mountain. Depending on how much traffic is on the perimeter in Atlanta, it might take us nine hours to get back to school."

Lance always loved skiing and the Black Diamonds of Beech Mountain have always been the best the southeast Unites States has to offer. Sandi, who has been skiing since she was a little girl, can keep up with her boyfriend fairly well. Before her parents' divorce, she and her family would vacation all over the country looking for the best packed powder. Even after their marriage was over, at the age of thirteen, she continued the sport. It brought back some good memories of when her family was together and happy.

This was the third time up to Boone this season. A three day weekend provided the perfect getaway. Since this is the middle of February, Sandi and Lance realize this would be the last run for them until next winter. The slopes are crowded with skiers, snowboarders, and representatives from the media. Lance is glad they will miss the bigger crowds that will come starting tomorrow for the Olympic Qualifiers. With all the helicopters shooting sport footage, it makes for a busy place. Down near the lodge he counts ten helicopters on the ground and five in the air.

"I wonder if anybody is directing these aircraft in and out of the landing zone," he shouts to Sandi.

"I sure hope so," she yells back in response.

But in fact this is not the case. With this change in venue due to a heat wave up north and the cold wave down south, Ski Resorts International (SRI) thought it was in their best interest to move everything down to North Carolina instead of to Vermont. They did a great job accommodating everyone involved, but nobody bothered to tell the Federal Aviation Administration about this change. There is not a temporary control tower available. All the pilots can do is transmit on a standard common traffic advisory frequency their position and intentions. With this bit of information the pilots are hopeful that they can see and avoid each other.

As Lance and Sandi begin to ascend the mountain it begins to snow.

"Race you down the mountain, Sandi! Last one down drives all the way home!"

"Lance, you're on. I could use the extra sleep!"

As the ski lift reaches halfway up Upper White Lightning Run it begins to snow harder. Without warning, off toward their right, they see a sudden flash of light. Lance and Sandi are startled by the sight of two helicopters that are violently coupled together. They sit in silent horror as the two aircraft separate and begin to fall out of the sky.

It looks to Lance like a small news helicopter and a larger corporate helicopter. The news copter is on fire and hits the side of the mountain right below, spitting pieces of rock, ice, and metal up towards them. It is a miracle that nothing flying through the air hits them. The explosion that follows puts Sandi into a mild state of shock. They both know that it is entirely unlikely anybody could live through what they just saw.

The larger helicopter shakes violently while the pilot desperately fights to keep the aircraft under control. With the tail rotor missing a few blades he can hardly control it. It careens down, crashing down on a group of jagged rocks. The left skid hits a boulder, causing it to flip over. The rotors disappear into a cluster of pines. The fuselage comes down hard, appearing to be critically smashed. It does not explode on impact, but a lot of smoke can be seen billowing out from the engine compartment. The helicopter comes to rest on the other side of a ravine which separates the lift and a trail from the rest of the mountain leaving it accessible to no one.

The lift stops thirty seconds after the explosion of the smaller helicopter. Lance and Sandi are suspended fifty feet in the air right next to one of the towers. Lance looks at Sandi.

"Are you alright?"

"I think so... how long do you think we'll be stuck here?"

"Not long for me. I have to see if I can get down there and help anyone get out of that copter before it explodes!"

"Lance—you're crazy! Don't you dare!"

But before she can say another word, Lance takes off his skis and throws them down like spears into the snow along with one of his poles. With the other pole, he grabs the metal rung on the tower and pulls himself toward it. Once he grabs hold of the rung with his other hand, he kisses Sandi, throws down the pole, and says, "I'll be careful." Lance lets go of the lift and the chair swings back without him. He makes his way quickly down the ladder, leaping the last five feet into the virgin snow. He finds his poles and skis and within two minutes he races toward the smoke.

@ @ @ @

Scott Rassmusson is excited about watching his ski team compete for the Olympics. He worked very hard getting his company off the ground and thought the fast pace of downhill skiing is a good match for his cutting-edge communication company. His patents on cellphone technology are a step ahead of his competitors. He loves the thrill of competition in everything he does. Scott has AT&T, Verizon, and Nextel falling all over themselves for one of his patents right now, and it seems that two other projects he is working on have shown great promise as well. The RASSMUCOM Logo can not only be seen on the helmets of the four Olympic hopefuls but also on the #5 car on the NASCAR Circuit. RASSMUCOM corporate headquarters is located in Downtown Atlanta, with two other office buildings and a manufacturing facility located in Buckhead, a northern suburb of Atlanta. RASSMUCOM owns a small fleet of corporate aircraft to meet the executive needs of the corporation. A Lear 60, Citation 650 and a Bell 206 LongRanger Helicopter are all based at the Dekalb Peachtree Airport (PDK). At fifty-five years of age, this Georgia Tech graduate seems to have the Midas touch in the ever-changing telecommunications field.

The flight on the corporate helicopter was just over an hour from PDK to Beech Mountain. Scott had gotten a bit of stick time in the Lear and Citation but not much in the LongRanger. Jim Zeiller, one of six corporate pilots working for RASSMUCOM is behind the controls of the chopper today. All six pilots could fly any of the three aircraft, having logged well over fifteen hundred hours in each type. Usually, without any other passengers, Scott would ask to fly the aircraft once it was a comfortable distance from the ground, but today he has a lot of planning to do in order to get ready for the media blitz that his team is about to face. He sits in the back with his laptop, phone, and files spread out on the empty seats. He is on the phone with the Pinnacle Inn front desk, letting them know he is about five minutes from arrival and wanted a baggage handler available to meet them at the landing area along with transportation to the inn.

He notices both the snow and wind picking up. Jim is busy on the radio trying to get wind, altimeter, and traffic information. When Scott finishes with the front desk, he puts on a headset and listens in on all the chatter on the frequency.

"Boone Traffic, this is helicopter 265 Romeo, three miles north of the pad inbound for landing."

Jim just finishes his transmission when Robinson 22 Tango Victor transmits.

"Boone Traffic Robinson 22 Tango Victor five miles north of the pad inbound for landing." Followed by,

"Boone Traffic Robinson 23 Tango Victor departing the pad Northbound."

"Boone Traffic BellRanger 265 Romeo, we are three miles north of the pad inbound. I have the pad in sight but not departing traffic Northbound. We are holding over the ravine waiting until we see traffic or traffic calls clear."

The heavy snow flurries make it extremely difficult to see any moving targets. A minute goes by while Jim and Scott try desperately to locate the aircraft moving in the opposite direction.

"November 23 Tango Victor has the BellRanger in sight. We are at your ten o'clock and one mile."

Jim replies, "Roger November 23 Tango Victor, we have you in sight. No factor; we are now inbound."

"Robinson 22 Tango Victor has other Robinson in sight looking for the Bell...OH NO! Watch!" Screech! (Static)

Scott feels a sudden jerk forward and hears a loud bang. The fireball from the explosion below to his right momentarily blinds him. The controls are too much for Jim to handle. As he's fighting to keep the Bell-Ranger under control, it spins violently to the right. The terrain is rocky and with the heavy snow falling, it is hard to tell where the ground begins. The impact of the rocks smashing the front side of the aircraft sends the front seat crashing into Scott's legs, causing him to lunge forward and strike his head hard on the back of the front seat. He regains consciousness moments later--upside down and pinned into his seat by the seat in front of him. Jim is knocked unconscious, being held in place by his shoulder harness.

The smell of jet fuel is strong and Scott can see it dripping down the side of the helicopter and into the left side of the cockpit.

"Jimmy! Jimmy! Can you hear me! We need to get out of here! Jimmy! Jimmy! Do you hear me?"

No response.

"Jimmy... I can't feel my legs. I'm pinned in here! Jimmy! Come on Jimmy!"

Lance is upslope from where the copter came to rest. He knows there is a deep ravine between him and the wreckage. While sitting on the lift, he had noticed a slight incline near a large boulder located at the edge of the ravine. If he can only get enough speed, he could jump the ravine... His approach is without any hesitation. He crouches on the bolder, and with a spring in his legs he jumps as hard and high as he can, looking straight ahead, never looking down, fearful what the drag could do to his distance. He lands on the other side with five feet to spare. Adrenaline still pumping, he continues straight for the smoke.

Without a moment of hesitation, Lance quickly removes his skis and sticks his head into the wreckage.

"Anybody hear me?"

"Yeah... I hear you... Where did you come from? I didn't expect any help for a long while."

"That's not important. Let me get you out of here."

"I'm pinned in--get Jimmy out first!"

Lance smells the strong odor of fuel and knows he has to act quickly. He pulls up his right pants leg to reveal the knife he has strapped to the side of his calf and cuts Jimmy out of his harness. Lance hears Jimmy moan as he grabs him from the back of his flight jacket using all his strength to drag the injured man twenty yards from the helicopter. He then runs back to the wreckage to see about the other trapped occupant.

"Jimmy is safe. Let me try cutting you out of here."

"It's no use...I'm pinned in pretty good...what's your name?"

"I'm Lance."

"I'm Scott. Lance, if this thing catches fire, don't you wait around here. Run...run fast. I don't want you getting killed on account of me."

Lance does not answer him. He cuts his seatbelt and grabs him by the chest and pulls. Scott winces from the jolt of searing pain running down his right leg.

"I'm stuck in the seat. I think my leg is broken...the metal from the front seat is pressed against my ankle."

"Okay... let me see if I can pry it open. Let's see what I have to work with."

There is nothing but mangled metal inside the cockpit. Lance looks around the outside. The skid that struck the boulder has broken clean off, laying about fifty feet away. He would not have seen it if it weren't for the ragged support bar sticking straight up out of the snow. He runs over to it and pulls out a five-foot long piece of skid. As he runs back, the spilled fuel finds its source for ignition and engulfs the left side of the cockpit.

Scott shouts, "Are you crazy! Leave me--you can't save me! It's going to explode any second and we'll both be dead!"

Lance jams the end of the skid into the bottom of the crushed seat and pushes down on the other end. The jagged support bar makes for a perfect fulcrum. The seat lifts slightly.

"You're going to have to pull yourself loose."

"I can't! Now just go!"

"You better pull yourself free now or you're right, we'll both be killed because I'm not leaving without you. Now try!"

Gritting his teeth Scott mutters, "You crazy fool!" as he inches himself forward, the excruciating pain reflecting on his face. "There... I'm free, now let's go!"

Lance lets go of his new tool and grabs Scott through the flames by the chest, pulling him free of the wreckage. He gets barely twenty feet from the wreckage when it explodes, sending both Lance and Scott through the air, landing on their backs.

The cold snow creates a sharp contrasting sensation against the burns Lance now has on his face and hands. As he lies there in the snow staring into the flurries, Scott laughs aloud, "You're still crazy!"

Lance responds, "Not crazy--just stubborn enough to finish what I started."

They both wave frantically as a rescue helicopter hovers and two medics jump out and race towards them.

### 2

Hickory General Hospital

Hickory, North Carolina

"Thank you Nurse Stewart. The dressing isn't too tight now. I'll be fine."

After two hours of surgery to repair his right leg, Scott feels a bit hungry.

"I'll have the steak and mashed potatoes for dinner."

The food at the hospital was rated an A+ in a local food magazine. It was actually very good.

As Nurse Stewart leaves the room, the door stopper accidentally swings down and leaves the door about two inches ajar. Unbeknownst to Miss Stewart, Scott can hear a hushed conversation between her and Nurse Whittaker.

"Come on Charlotte...you've got to be exaggerating. How can she be arguing with her boyfriend? He's a hero! I can't believe she could be so self-centered."

"I know what I heard, Gloria. She wasn't screaming, but her tone of voice seemed, well, irritated."

"Oh come on... what did she say?"

"She said, 'Lance you know I won't be able to make that interview tomorrow. I hope they can reschedule me. You know how difficult it was for me to get this interview with Stone, Sanford, and Butler. All my friends would kill for the chance to take my place.' She then said, 'I told you not to go. Your face looks awful. How long do you have to stay here?'"

"She said all that right in front of you?"

"Yes. She talked like I wasn't even in the room. She didn't even acknowledge that I was there!"

The door swings open, pushed by a young lady holding a dinner tray filled with steak and mashed potatoes.

"Put it down here. I'm starving!" Scott says.

"Don't forget to fill out your menu request for tomorrow. Oh, and there's a survey on the back about the food and service. My name is Jackie if you like the food. If you don't my name is Erin."

@ @ @ @

The next morning, the lobby at the hospital bustles with the sound of news crews. The story has spread since yesterday's accident and about the heroics of a man named Lance Strickland who rescued the sponsor of the Olympic ski team hopefuls and his pilot. To try and stop the commotion, a hospital guard ushers all the media into one of the meeting rooms where a podium is set up with a microphone.

"Hello... I am Wilma Lowry, spokesperson for the hospital. I have some information we would like to release to the public, then I will be happy to answer questions. I know you have been briefed about the facts of the accident by the FAA and state police so I will just keep to information about the condition and care of the patients. The pilot, Jim Zeiller, was admitted unconscious with a severe concussion as well as broken ribs and pelvis. We have relieved the swelling to the head and Mr. Zeiller is now conscious in serious but stable condition. Next, Mr. Scott Rassmusson was admitted with multiple fractures to his right leg. After surgery, he remains in stable condition and will be in the hospital one more day for observation. Finally, Mr. Lance Strickland was admitted with first and second degree burns to his hands, arms, and face. He has been treated for his injuries and depending on how the healing goes, he should be released in a few days, according to his doctor."

"Any questions?"

"Did the pilot say anything about how the accident happened?"

"No. The pilot is in and out of consciousness and those types of questions will be addressed by the appropriate authorities when Mr. Zeiller is healthy enough to respond."

"How long was Mr. Rassmusson in surgery?"

"Two hours."

"Was there any concern of him possibly losing his leg?"

"No. There was no arterial or muscle damage, just bone fracture. He received four pins in his leg and will probably be in a cast for three months."

"What type of burns did you say Mr. Strickland suffered?"

"First degree burns to his face and first and second degree to his hands and arms."

"Is there any chance he will lose the function of either of his hands or arms?"

"No, with proper care and healing he should be back to normal within a few months."

"Is there any way we can talk to Mr. Rassmusson or Mr. Strickland?"

"No, that is not possible. Once they are discharged, you may contact them as you see fit. Thank you. We will keep you updated of any new progress on our patients. Thank you...no more questions."

Before anyone can ask any more questions, Mrs. Lowry slips out a door marked "Personnel Only," located in the back of the room.

As Lance shuts off his television using the remote attached to his bed, his door is bumped open by Scott, who is sitting in a wheelchair. His right leg sticks out in front of him, covered in a white cast.

"So...what do you think? Are you going to wait until your face heals before you get in front of all those cameras? You know... fame is fleeting, right? What's news today is old tomorrow...trust me. I've been in the media spotlight plenty of times with my company and sport teams. You need to ride the wave when it appears because when it's gone, it's hard to get back on."

"Well, I'd prefer that the wave would leave now. I don't like all this fussing over me."

"But you deserve it, Lance! You didn't need to do what you did. You saved my life and Jim's. I want to thank you for both of us. That was a brave thing to do, especially when the fire started. I thought we were both done for."

"Scott, to tell you the truth, so did I. Hey--I'm just stubborn. Once I made up my mind to get you out of there, nothing was going to stop me."

"Well, that stubbornness has given me a new look on life. Is there anything that I can do for you? Name it kid, and it's yours. I had my secretary check your Facebook page. I know you're attending Stetson University and have aspirations for medical school to become an anesthesiologist. I just got off the phone with the athletic director of the university and I gifted the school a substantial amount of money in your name. As a token of their appreciation, you now have four tickets on the fifty yard line for every Stetson Hatter football game--either home or away--for the rest of your life. I also know you drive an old Ford F150."

Scott wheels himself to the other side of the room and reaches for the window, slowly opening the blinds to reveal an unobstructed view of the street.

"I'd like to replace your ride for what you see out there."

Scott tosses Lance some keys and points to a bright red Ford F250 parked across the street.

"Here's a receipt for an account at the Mainstreet Bank in DeLand. I want you to draw from this account for the rest of your education at Stetson and graduate school. Oh yeah--that includes all your gas expenses, too."

Lance is speechless for a moment and seems to be choosing his words very carefully.

"Mr. Rassmusson...uh...I really appreciate these gifts but I can't accept them."

"What do you mean?"

Just then, a knock on the door breaks the awkward silence.

"Are you finished with your tray?"

"Yup. It was great. I ate every bite."

"Great. Have a great day. Remember, I'm Jackie."

Lance waits until she clears the room.

"Scott? Hey, it's not that I don't appreciate the gesture and all, but I've been brought up by my parents to plan and provide for myself. That truck you see on Facebook is paid for. I took the Dave Ramsey Financial Planning course when I was just a sophomore in high school and I've followed his suggestions on saving for the future. When I can't drive that truck any more, I know I already have enough saved for another one. I've been raising goats, hogs, and steers ever since I can remember. I've invested most of my profits from the livestock auction at the Volusia County Fair starting when I was in middle school. My parents live out on fifty acres in Barberville where I still keep and sell steers. My dad has even invested in a college IRA since I was born," Lance sighs. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I appreciate what I have and where I'm going when I have skin in the game. I'm happy where I am and with what God's given me."

"Well... wow... I see, Lance. I know what you're talking about and although I really wish I could give these things to you, I see that you're in control and are happy with your life. Isn't there any way I can change your mind? After all, I owe you my life and I'd do anything to repay you."

"Really? You already have helped! I sure do appreciate how you got my girlfriend Sandi that guaranteed lock for her internship."

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, Scott. The head honcho, of the law firm she's been dying to intern for and work for once she graduates, called her back after the personnel office read her the riot act earlier for rescheduling her interview. But now, not only did he say that he'll be glad to interview her in person, but he nearly gave her the job right there on the phone! Stuff like that doesn't just happen unless someone makes it happen...maybe you called in a few favors. After all, I'm sure you know trademarks and patents are one of the most lucrative parts of their firm."

(Pause) Scott smirks and says, "So who is this Sandi that you're talking about? Your fiancée?"

"No... girlfriend. We've been dating for about two years. We met at Stetson. She is the prettiest girl I ever met. Sweetest smile ever... beautiful blonde, but what a sharp wit!"

"So, if you ever think about marrying her, let me throw the wedding!"

"Scott, it'll be a simple wedding and no, I don't have it paid for yet but trust me, it's a long way off and I'll be ready to afford it."

"Well, if that's what you want. I'll be around if you ever change your mind."

"Okay Scott, there is one thing you could do for me."

"Sure. What's that?"

"When you meet my girlfriend, pretend we didn't have this conversation. I may be a simple man, but opposites attract."

"Sure, you got it, kid."

"Got what?" Sandi says as she opens the door.

"Sweetie, this is Scott Rassmusson. He's one of the guys I pulled out of the chopper."

"I know who he is. It's been all over the news."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Sandi."

Scott takes her hand and gently squeezes it.

"Sweetie, it looks like you've been shopping."

Sandi puts three large bags on the bed beside Lance.

"Yes I have. I have an interview the day after tomorrow at an important law firm. I'm going to interview with a senior partner. I thought my wardrobe needed a little help. Hickory isn't New York or Atlanta, but with a little persistence and imagination I think I was able to pull an outfit together. The shoes were the hard part. I must've tried on thirty pairs at three different places. I bought four pairs. I need to wear the perfect shade, and that'll depend on if it's sunny or overcast during my interview."

"Lance, I need to get back to my room. The doctor should be in any moment and I'm looking forward of getting out of here. I have plenty of work to do. It's been nice meeting you Sandi. Lance, again, thanks a bunch for all that you did."

Sandi waits a few seconds for the door to close.

"Well honey... did he say anything about how he is going to repay us--I mean you-- for saving his life?"

"He was really grateful and did mention a few ideas but I said no."

"You WHAT?!"

"I said thanks but no thanks. I like my life just fine."

Sandi fumes. "You are such a colossal idiot! I'll see you back in DeLand. Maybe by then, I'll get over your stupidity!"

Sandi grabs her bags and heads for the door. She turns around before it closes behind her and yells, "Your parents should be here in a few hours. Ride home with them. You're all alike--so proud and righteous!"

Sandi looks down the hall to see if she can find Scott. She thinks maybe she can speak to him on Lance's behalf, after all, with all the trauma, he's not thinking straight. Scott must be a quick learner because neither he nor his wheelchair are anywhere in sight. Sandi walks to the elevator, her aggravation taken out on the down button she repeatedly keeps jabbing with her finger. As the doors open, she walks forward, turns around, and as the doors close, she takes one last glance at Lance's room, shakes her head, and shouts, "Freaking idiot!"

@ @ @ @

(Four hours later)

"George, can't you go a little faster? My baby needs me."

"I'm going as fast as the law allows, Dorris. We'll be there in a few more minutes."

"I can't believe you let him talk you into waiting until his cow finished giving birth. Why, after hundreds of routine births, did we get one that took over eight hours to deliver?"

"Lance said he was fine on the phone. You talked to him for over an hour before we left. He was more worried about Betsy giving birth than he was about his own condition."

"George, you raised that boy all wrong."

"No, I didn't Dorris. I raised him right."

It felt like an eternity for George to find a parking spot. With all the media around the hospital it was difficult to get anyone's attention to ask them where their son's room was. Finally, Dorris was able to find a receptionist who, once realizing they were Lance's parents, escorts them personally to his room.

(Knock knock) "Can we come in?"

"Mom, Dad, come on in!"

"My baby! Look at your poor face...are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Mom."

"Can I kiss your face?"

Lance points to a small spot below his right eye.

"Here Mom, you can kiss me right here on this spot."

"The traffic through Atlanta was horrendous, but at least we made it before dark. We didn't check in at the hotel yet."

"Where's Sandi?"

"It's a long story Dad."

"Son, it's always a long story with her. I guess you're riding back to DeLand with your mom and me?"

"Yes Dad, I am. Besides, you always want to stop at the High Falls View Restaurant to see who can eat the most catfish. Remember, I beat you last time-- eighteen to fifteen. How's Betsy?"

"She's fine dear. Dr. Matt was out early this morning and said she and her calf are doing fine."

"If I knew she was going to behave like a heifer, I would not have left for this trip."

"If you did that I'd be dead," Scott said as he rolled into the room.

"Mom, Dad, this is Scott Rassmusson. He was on the helicopter that crashed. Scott, these are my parents, Dorris and George Strickland."

"It's nice to meet you folks. You must be extremely proud of your son. I can't tell you how deeply indebted I am to Lance here. He won't let me reward him for all that he's done. Perhaps you can talk some sense into him."

"Well, Mr. Rassmusson--"

"You can call me Scott."

"Well, Scott my son's a big boy and he can take care of himself. But if you feel that you need to reward Lance for his kindness and if you like a good steak, you can purchase one of my son's prized steers."

"I'll be happy to...how much?"

"Three thousand."

"Dad, that's not correct. They aren't worth a penny over eighteen-hundred."

"I'll buy two for three thousand each."

"No you won't--"

"Yes he will! Son, take the money. Those are good Victor Domino Polled Herefords. Don't sell yourself short. Oh, and Scott, did you know the line comes right out of Randy Owens Ranch up in Fort Payne, Alabama?"

"Alright... fine. Let's call it even?"

"You can call it even but I never will. You know where you can find me. I'm leaving soon and I just wanted to give you my card and my private number. Don't lose it and call me anytime."

"Thanks, Scott. If I can think of something, I'll sure use it!"

"Well, it sure was nice meeting you folks. I'll let you get back to what you were doing before I came in."

"So long!"

"Bye!"

Scott wheels himself out as a nurse walks in and says, "Lance get some rest, and we'll see if the doctor can release you tomorrow."

### 3

Three years later

Sandi gets into her Lexus 450 LX and looks at her new watch. She has just enough time to get her vehicle detailed and get to the Daytona Beach International Airport to pick up her mother. She gets the full service--vacuum, vinyl polish, shampoo, wax, and tire scrub.

"Ninety-nine dollars... Mom is going to be impressed."

She turns right on Highway 92 and drives 14 miles east to Daytona. She passes Tiger Bay Nature Preserve, a vast pine forest and swamp which separates Daytona from DeLand. She is reminded by the burnt pines about just how hot and uncomfortable the area can get during the dry season. She can't wait until she makes partner and Lance finishes graduate school at UCF (University of Central Florida). She has not spoken to Lance about this, but she wants to leave this hot, flat, hurricane-prone part of the country and maybe expand the firm to Birmingham, Alabama. She could grow the firm with the many banks whose corporate offices are in Birmingham. Lance could join an anesthesiology group or even open a practice of his own. Lance would be away from his family, friends, and cows but, he will just have to deal with it. Sandi figures since she had to endure with being without family for the last few years it is Lance's turn. Besides, this way they will be on equal footing when they start a family.

Before Sandi gets to the airport she calls Lance's voicemail.

"Hi honey...just a reminder to stop off at Heinrich's Meat over in Lake Helen and pick up three steaks for dinner tonight. Mom and I are going to Boston Coffee for lunch and then doing some shopping downtown. Love you. Bye."

Sandi pulls into the short-term parking just as the Delta Airlines MD90 touches down. The airport is so convenient to get in and out of. You can be out of your car, baggage checked, through security, and at your gate in fifteen minutes. With Orlando being so close and not many businesses being in Daytona to support it, not many airlines service the airport. The employees don't seem to get overwhelmed with passengers so they make you feel like you are flying first class. Sandi is supposed to meet her mother, Mandi, at baggage claim. The bags are rolling down onto the carousel even before the first passengers from the flight arrive to claim their luggage. Sandi recognizes her mom's bright green suitcase. The pink breast cancer survivor luggage tag confirms it. It has been three years since her recovery. Her mom waited to share the news about her condition after she finished treatment. She said she did not want to worry Sandi while she was in college and did not want it to affect her grades. She felt sorry for her mom having to go through all that alone, but her mom insisted that she didn't want to hear another word about it.

She sees her mom and waves to her while she moves down the escalator.

"Hi Mom...how was your trip?"

As they kiss each other gently on the cheek, Mandi replies, "Fine, but I spent more time in the Boston airport parking, checking my bag, going through security, and getting to the gate than I did in the air. I felt like I could have driven here in the same amount of time. If I could have rented a car, I think I would have done just that."

"I got your bag and my car is parked this way. Let's go."

In the parking lot, Sandi presses the key to unlock the Lexus' doors. Her mother looks in the direction of where Sandi is pointing her key and sees the Lexus' lights come on.

"Well, I'm impressed. Is it paid for? What are the payments? Can you afford it on your salary? You're not relying on Lance's job to pay for this, are you?"

"Now Mom, we aren't even in the car and you're already telling me how to run my life."

"It's not a car, Sandi, it's a Lexus."

"The Lexus is paid for Mother. I got a bonus at work working on a special account."

Sandi hoped her mother didn't see her cross her fingers behind her back.

"Now let's change the subject, enjoy the ride, and have some fun. Did you eat on the plane?"

"Yes, I didn't realize there are twenty-two peanuts in a Delta Airlines bag of peanuts."

"All right then, make room for some Chicken Velvet Soup and a sandwich from Boston Coffee. If you promise not to talk about my spending habits, I'll even spring for a Frozen-Nutty-Irish-Lady."

DeLand is the county seat of Volusia County. Because of this, parking in downtown Deland can be frustrating at times. When you take into account the hundreds of people needed to work at all the offices of the County with all people coming into town to peruse the downtown shops, a person can feel like a player in one of the biggest games of musical chairs.

Sandi finally finds a spot and wonders how much time she has before the parking police mark her tires. With a little bit of luck, lunch and shopping could be accomplished within the two hour limit the city of DeLand has designated for this spot. Sandi and Mandi walk the three blocks to Boston Coffee and take a table in the alcove station facing the street. The waitress tries to pass them two menus, but Sandi says she knows what they want.

"Alright... go ahead with your order."

"We'll both have the soup and sandwich special. Two Chicken Velvet Soups and turkey on an onion roll with no mayo. Oh, and two Frozen-Nutty-Irish-Ladies."

"Got it. It'll be up in ten minutes."

Good. That should give me enough time to tell her the possible news, Sandi says to herself.

"While we're waiting dear, how is Lance doing in his schooling?"

"Fine, he's interning down at NASA and UCF Research Center and should be graduating in one more year. He's working for one of his dad's friends and working on a thesis on something to do with space travel."

"How is that helping him graduate?"

"I don't know, but you know how stubborn he can be."

"Are you still supporting his education?"

"Mom, I never paid for his education. He supports himself working for Volusia County as an EVAC paramedic and earns extra money selling his cows."

"Okay then, but you should never have bought that house."

"But Mom, it was a good time to buy with the housing market being so low right now. We'll both be glad that we made the decision once the market goes back up."

"Is the house in your name?"

"Yes, it's in my name."

"Good...Are you taking notes on how much you have supported the relationship financially during this time?"

"I told you--he supports himself."

"Does he pay you rent?"

"No."

"Are you married?"

"Of course not...but we're going to get married."

"I know dear, but you can't trust any man."

"Mom, stop that kind of talk. Why does every conversation lead to Dad?"

"You mean your father. He is your father, not your dad. You never had a dad and I never had a husband. I got what I have by working hard and I shared it with you."

"How is secretly recording your last three husbands' infidelity 'hard work?'"

"Watch your mouth, young lady. The money I received from those settlements put you through school and gave you nice clothes, so don't you ever forget that."

The tension was broken by two bowls of Chicken Velvet Soup. It always surprised Sandi how her mother could be so bitter with her one second and so nice the next with a total stranger.

"The soup is excellent," Mandi tells her daughter.

"I know. The ingredients are from a secret recipe that is closely guarded. The downtown restaurants have a contest every year to see who has the best Chicken Velvet Soup. See that trophy over there? They have won three years in a row and there has been a rivalry over it ever since."

I guess the possible news will have to wait, Sandi considers. Once they finish with the lunch, Sandi goes back to her car to wash off the chalk that mysteriously appeared on her left back tire with a small spray bottle of water and a rag she keeps in her car for this type of occasion. No one was going to rush her shopping plans. After all, that is the one thing she and her mom know how to do well together.

### 4

"That's it...just a little higher."

Lance adjusts the vibrating band above the patient's knee while his partner, Angela O'Connor, checks the monitor. Angela and Lance have been working for Dr. Henry Wells for the last two semesters as paid interns. Dr. Wells has been head of the University of Central Florida's Extended Space Travel Program since its inception two years ago. It is a joint venture with NASA and UCF which receives its funding from Congress.

Dr. Wells has experimented with a combination of natural compounds and vitamins to create a natural anesthesia that has no negative effects on the human body. With this formula, along with electrical stimulation to the body's muscles, he has demonstrated that an astronaut's metabolism can slow down and once fed an intravenous cocktail of nourishment, a coma-like state can be induced without the loss of muscle or motor skills. Theoretically, a person can sleep two or three years, wake up, and participate in a triathlon the very same day. This breakthrough will allow the space program to send astronauts to Mars and back without negative physical affects or nausea.

Today Lance and Angela are monitoring the vital signs of Samantha Stevens, who has been unconscious for six months.

"Lance, do you think this funding for the mission to Mars will continue, since the President has said he'll possibly pull the plug on all of NASA's projects and let the private sector lead the Race to Mars Project?"

"I don't know. But Dr. Wells has worked way too hard on this project, and to have to put his research on hold could be devastating."

"Yeah... at his age I don't think he would be able to start over with a new company."

"Well Angela, I know Dr. Wells very well from outside this lab and I think he would truly retire this time if the situation changes. He's mentioned to me about finally being able to go on an extended mission trip with his church. He's been putting that off for years and he doesn't want to have any regrets when his health starts to fail. Just think, with his oral surgeon experience and his experiences with this revolutionary application of anesthesia, during times of major catastrophes, these methods could be critical."

Samantha starts to stir and slowly regains consciousness.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Lance asks her.

"Three, and I want a Diet Coke. What day is this?"

"September 30th. You've been asleep since March. How do you feel?"

"I feel great and can't wait for my money! I can't wait to tell everyone that I made nine thousand dollars for just sleeping. That was the easiest money I ever made."

"Here, catch!" Lance says as he watches Samantha snatch the apple that he just tossed to her.

"Did you tape all my soaps? I can't wait to catch up on all the programs I slept through."

A few hours later after Samantha has been fully evaluated and given a limo ride home, Lance knocks on Dr. Wells' door.

"Come in."

"Here are the results of the last patient."

"Good. Put it on my desk."

"I'm sorry you missed Samantha's awakening."

"Yeah, me too, but the meeting over at the Kennedy Space Center was very important for our program and it was critical that I testify about our findings in front of the members of the Congressional Appropriations Committee that chose to attend."

"How did it go?"

"Not very well...it looks like both parties are looking for cuts in every area of the program."

"Well Doc, if the program stalls, you might want to sell your patent to Jenny Craig. Samantha lost 25 pounds and her body fat index went from 34.5 to 24.9!"

"Good point... I'll keep that under consideration. Have you checked on the patients in suites two and three?"

"Yes Doctor. The vitals are within the guidelines. Are we still planning on waking up Mr. Powell on New Year's Day and Mrs. Fortas on St. Patrick's Day?"

"After the data on Samantha is analyzed and evaluated and if there are no surprises then, yes, you can plan on those dates."

"Do you also have a goal to ruin our social lives by having Angela and I work double-shifts during these holidays?"

Dr. Wells laughs.

"Remember Lance, we're on a tight schedule. If this program is going to continue, we need to get these findings published and out to Congress before the next budget cycle."

"Lance, your dad and I are going fishing tomorrow for Snook on Mosquito Lagoon. I'm going to out-catch George and let him pay for dinner. He's been getting the best of me for the last 30 years ever since college."

"You know, Doc, if there's one thing my dad knows about, it's fishing. He knows every inch of the intra-coastal and St. John's River from Melbourne to Jacksonville."

"Do you want to join us?"

"I wish I could, but Sandi and I are going to look at wedding rings."

"Wedding rings? Wow...is it getting close to the date?"

"No...not really. Sandi wants the perfect ring and she--I mean we--feel that it's going to take time to find the one."

"How about you? Are you going to have a difficult time finding a ring?"

"No, actually, I already picked it out. It took me less than thirty minutes at DeLand Jeweler. Sandi wants to look at the stores in Orlando. She says her reason is because of the better selection there, but I say it's because of the bigger cost."

"I sense a little disharmony in paradise."

"Oh, it's not really a big deal. We're just a little bit different on what we like. I like simple, practical, and economical and she likes, well, let me just say that she likes to... impress. And because of her job and her desire to move up the ladder I keep telling myself I can live with it."

"Are you still planning on the bigger wedding at Gaylord Palms that Sandi wants?"

"Yes, it looks that way, and with a big reception to follow."

"I'm looking forward to seeing you say your vows in front of Pastor Tom. You know, he officiated my niece's wedding a few months ago."

"Well, there's been a change of plans on that too...Sandi and I have decided to get married by a justice of the peace. Sandi thought with her busy schedule she could not accommodate Pastor Tom's requirement of counseling sessions before he would officiate. Honestly Henry, I don't see what the big deal is about getting those sessions done. You know Sandi and I love each other."

"You know Lance, I can't say that I'm not a little disappointed on this new turn of events. You know I'm always here to lean on, and I'm always going to tell you what's on my heart, just like when I told you not to move in with each other until after your wedding."

"I appreciate the advice Doc, but Sandi and I know what we want and are happy about our decision."

"Alright, but remember, I'm here for you if you want to talk."

### 5

Three weeks later

Lance has had a long hard day at work. When working for EVAC he is working the area along the I-4 corridor in West Volusia County. The area encompasses the cities of Deltona, Orange City, and Debary. He is constantly responding to emergency calls for the whole ten hours that he is at his job. He requested to work the DeLand area, but with his low seniority, he can't change areas soon. Although Lance is a likable co-worker, his superiors know that once he receives his degree from UCF, he will be putting in his 2-week notice to move on to better things. They would rather give the more desirable positions to a career employee.

Although ten hours is the maximum number of hours in a shift, Lance wishes he can stay a few more hours at least until Sandi gets home and goes to bed. She has been very irritable lately, especially since her mother left three weeks ago. Lance usually can tolerate Mandi for about two days, but he could tell that she was getting on her daughter's nerves too, although Sandi says it's the extra caseloads that her boss keeps piling up on her desk that are making her freak out.

The house on Lake Winnemissett Road sits back from the rural road along the lake. Lance loves the wildlife that he is able to observe from the back deck. He has enjoyed watching deer, turkey, osprey, foxes, bear, and gators in the area. The one species he wishes he could get rid of, though, are the raccoons. It has been a challenge to keep those critters out of the garbage cans. Lance would like to trap them and drive them out to the Tiger Bay Conservation Area, but he is worried if he traps a mother who is caring for little ones, they would not survive.

Sure enough, as Lance pulls up in the driveway, one of his garbage cans is turned over. The lid has come loose and there are two ripped garbage bags strewn all over the side lawn. He is sure those lids were on tight when he left before daylight this morning. Sandi must have thrown something away when she was leaving for work a few hours later. Trash pickup is on Thursday mornings. Luckily Lance has his flashlight in his car. He cleans up the area and makes sure he doesn't leave any pieces of trash remaining on the lawn. By daylight the next morning the garbage would have already been collected, and the odor of week-old salmon wrappers would have upset his neighbors.

"Frozen pizza box, milk carton...what's this?"

Lance's heart skips a beat.

"Walgreen's Home Pregnancy Test...99% accurate...?"

Lance takes the box and its contents inside the house. Sandi will not be home for another hour, so he can examine the contents undisturbed. Lance turns on the kitchen light and puts down the box on the kitchen table. Inside the box, Lance finds an applicator stick wrapped in several tissues and a receipt dated a little more than three weeks ago. As he reveals the applicator, his eyes are immediately drawn to the big plus sign on the side that is dark blue.

His heart skips another beat. He sits down, obviously shaken to what this means. The mood swings and the irritability of the last few weeks now made sense.

"I'm going to be a father? WOW! I'm going to be a father! I wonder when she was going to tell me. It doesn't matter... Let me start some dinner so it will be ready when she gets home...no wine... I'm going to be a father! Mom and Dad are going to be Grandma and Grandpa! There is so much to do...what time is it? Where's Sandi? Shrimp and pasta... I'll make shrimp and pasta...settle down now, Lance..."

The shrimp and pasta are on the table when Sandi walks in. She slings her soft-sided briefcase onto the counter separating the kitchen from the family room.

"The lights are kind of low, don't you think? I'm hungry... what did you make?"

"I made shrimp and pasta in a marinara sauce. How was your day at the office, sweetie?"

"Busy...seems like I can never get caught up."

Sandi shares with Lance every detail of her day, including the trip out to purchase a dress during her lunch break for the company Christmas party that is more than two months away. By the time she finishes discussing her preferences for Lance's Christmas attire their plates are empty. Lance starts removing the plates from the table and begins loading the dishwasher. Sandi starts to move from her seat and says, "I'm going to get ready for bed."

Lance sits back down at the table, fighting back the disappointment, and says, "Don't you want some dessert?"

"No, thanks. I have a long day at work tomorrow and I want to go to bed."

"Sandi, isn't there anything you want to tell me?"

"Not that I can think of...why?"

Lance could not hold his disappointment in any longer.

"Sandi...can you explain this?"

Lance opens the drawer and tosses the applicator stick down on the table in front of her. Sandi is silent then asks, "Where did you get this?"

"In the trash!"

"You went snooping around in the garbage? How dare you!"

"I didn't snoop. The raccoons had left the trash all over the side yard when I came home. Dear, let's not fight about how I found out. I'm sorry if I ruined the surprise, but I couldn't wait for you to tell me the good news."

"Good news? Good news?? It's terrible news! This is not in our plans, Lance! I wanted you to have graduated and I wanted to be made partner in the firm before we even thought of having any kids. I wasn't going to tell you about this. ..I've decided to go ahead and terminate the pregnancy..."

Lance just sits and stares at Sandi for a few moments. He is stunned. He tries to choose his words carefully.

"Sandi, I love you. Even though the last few weeks have been difficult, let's get married soon. My family can help out with the baby while we continue on in our career paths."

"Lance, I don't want any help from your parents or from anybody. You have another year to go in school and I might be made partner in about that same amount of time as long as I continue putting in the same amount of effort and time at the office. I am 12 weeks pregnant and already tired and nauseous. I can not see any possible way to continue, let alone raise a child and carry on with our plans."

"Sandi, we may have to put our plans on hold. What's more important, our careers or our baby's life?"

Sandi is quiet, and then like she's admitting defeat, she says to Lance, "Honey, I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me. You are right...we can slow down a little and let your parents help out once the child is born. Let's just wait a few days before we share the news with anyone or maybe until I start to show. No use getting everyone excited until I'm further along just in case there is complications. Besides, I need to be in the right frame of mind, and the workload at the office isn't helping."

Sandi gives Lance a hug and kisses him on the cheek.

"When do you think we can tell my parents, sweetie?"

She pushes him away.

"I just said, give me some time! Oh, I'm sorry. ..Can you give me until the weekend? A few days off in a row may help change my mood. Look, I don't want to discuss any more of this until Saturday. Now, excuse me... I'm going to bed."

Lance finishes cleaning up the dishes and puts the leftovers in the fridge. He goes into the bathroom and brushes his teeth. He crawls into bed and notices Sandi is asleep when he kisses her on the forehead. Lance rolls over to his side of the bed and stares out the window at the moon reflecting off the lake and prays, "God, is this the girl I thought I knew, or could it be the stress of Sandi not knowing who to turn to? I thought I was that person... I thought I knew her. I've made a big mistake ignoring you the last few years about how to live my life. Forgive me, Lord, and give me strength to be a good father."

In the morning, Lance and Sandi wake up at the same time and share the bathroom and kitchen while getting ready for work. Nothing else is said about last night. Although Lance wants to share the confidence and peace that came over him before he went to sleep, he also wants to honor Sandi's request to wait until the weekend before anything else is said.

### 6

This morning feels different to Lance. Even his partner senses the change in him. Everything he sees is now seen through a father's eyes.

"Hey Roy—slow down! I'd like to get home tonight."

"Relax Lance. You'll get home tonight. I guarantee it."

"Your guarantees are not very trustworthy."

"Aw...my feelings are hurt."

"Well, let me elaborate about your untrustworthiness."

"Please do."

"Didn't you guarantee that Bellini's had buy one stromboli-get one free on Thursdays?"

"Yes but..."

"But I bought two strombolis last Thursday night for takeout and got stuck paying full price for both. Scott, the owner, said that the special was for a limited time and on Tuesdays only."

"Okay but--"

"Didn't you guarantee me the open spot for the DeLand area last year saying the Captain owed you a favor?"

"Yes, but at that time I didn't know the Captain owed a lot of people favors."

The flats are what the locals call the stretch of I-4 that leads up to the St. Johns River. It is located coming down off the Deltona sand ridge and onto a palmetto flat woods and marsh. It extends for two miles before reaching the bridge.

Dawn was running late for work. She was taking her 4-month-old son Jake to child care in Sanford then traveling on to work at the Seminole Town Center Mall. She momentarily looks in the mirror to see if her son is still asleep. When her eyes return to the road in front of her, it is too late to avoid the trailer hitch that is directly ahead. Dawn swerves to avoid the hitch, but her left tire catches the end of the jagged piece of metal. The tire explodes and the Dodge Caravan crosses over the embankment and rolls over four times before coming to a rest on the fence that separates the highway from the swamp.

"Deltona Unit 14 please respond to accident on I-4 mile marker 128 on the westbound lane. One car involved. Rollover. Woman and child trapped in vehicle."

Lance and his partner are just coming out of the Chick-Fil-A parking lot on Saxon Avenue in Orange City when they get the call. Roy puts on the emergency lights and cuts across traffic to get onto the I-4 ramp. They are on the scene within five minutes, driving on the emergency shoulder the last half mile.

The windows are all smashed. Some of the stopped motorists have surrounded the vehicle. Two men are on their stomachs halfway inside the upside-down vehicle, giving aid to the occupants. Lance gets on his knee and looks into the vehicle. The infant is still strapped into his car seat.

"Can you two men please back out of the vehicle and let the other medic and me get in there?"

The two men comply. Lance crawls into the back while Roy crawls into the front. The woman is banged up severely, but is conscious. The infant is losing blood from a laceration to the right shoulder. Roy puts a neck brace on the mother and waits for the firemen who just arrived to cut her out of the vehicle with the Jaws of Life.

"How's my baby?!"

"He lost some blood, and I'm keeping pressure on his wound so he doesn't lose any more. He is too tiny to put a pressure bandage on. I will have to use my hand to apply constant pressure to his wound."

Lance realizes he is upsetting the mother.

"What is his name?"

"His name's Jacob, but we call him Jake."

"Joe, remove this door... Is the chopper on its way?"

"Yeah, should be here in two minutes."

"Good. Notify McLeod Kennedy Orlando to have a surgeon standing by."

"Roy, I'm going with the chopper. I don't want to let up on this pressure."

"Is my baby going to make it?"

The sound of cutting metal drowns out Lance's response so the best he can do is nod his head up and down.

As the rescue team cuts the hinges off the door, Lance is lifted off the ground by two firemen while the door frame is pulled from around him. As two rescue personnel lift the child out of his seat and lay him face up on a board, Lance continues to hold the pressure on the shoulder. The boy is strapped down on the board to keep him from moving. The three lifesavers carry the child over to Air One, which is ready to depart from the interstate to McLeod Kennedy once its precious cargo is safely aboard.

Once airborne, the crash scene disappears in an instant and the vast expanse of Lake Monroe fills the windscreen. The air rescue helicopter moves at two and a half miles a minute, and sets down on the helipad in front of McLeod Kennedy Children's Hospital in less than eight. As soon as the aircraft is unloaded, it lifts off to return to the crash scene. The mother is now free from the wreckage and is being flown to Anthony Kennedy Hospital, located across the street from the children's hospital. The two hospitals share the same helipad.

Once inside the emergency room, Lance is relieved of his life-saving services by a team of surgeons. He goes outside to await the copter carrying the child's mother. He just finishes cleaning the blood from his hands when the paramedics place Dawn on a gurney and start to wheel her to the hospital doors.

"Dawn, Dawn! Jake's going to be okay. I just left him with the surgeons. He's in stable condition and will be in surgery for a few hours."

"Please stay with my baby... My husband is out of town and I have no one to watch him until my mom can get here in about an hour."

"I will...You just relax and let them take care of you."

"Thank you."

Lance waits outside of the operating room receiving updates on Jake's condition from the nurses. The circumstances of waiting around on the condition of the patient are highly unusual, but he has to wait for Roy to pick him up anyway, besides, taking time to console the worried mother is important to Lance.

Roy has just finished packing up the ambulance and starts on the 25-minute drive to the hospital when the child's grandmother arrives. Lance fills her in on Jake's condition and then excuses himself to go see Dawn, who is across the street in a recovery room awaiting news on her son.

The Anthony Kennedy Hospital is a state of the art emergency care facility with over four hundred patient care rooms. Lance is able to find Dawn in one of the recovery rooms on the fourth floor, just down the hall from the women's surgical center. Lance knocks on the door and enters the room after hearing, "Come in...how's my baby?"

"The doctors are still operating on his shoulder. They got the bleeding stopped and were giving Jake a pint of blood when I left. He didn't lose too much blood so I believe he'll be fine. These surgeons are the best in the world in working with newborns. You're extremely blessed to have this awesome facility in our backyard."

"Thanks so much for helping us."

"It was my pleasure. If there is anything else I can do, just let me or my partner know. Okay?"

"Okay. Do you have any kids, Lance?"

"No...not yet."

"You know something? You'll make a great father someday."

"Well, thanks Dawn."

"Yep, the way you took care of my son--I can tell you're going to make a great daddy."

"Thanks. I need to go meet my partner and get back to work."

"God bless you, Lance."

As Lance walks down the hall to the elevator he thinks, I will make a good father someday...wow...how coincidental....

Lance pushes the elevator button and looks down the other corridor and is startled to see someone who looks a lot like Sandi lying on a gurney. He takes a second glance and cautiously walks on over to her just as the nurse who is pushing her disappears behind a set of double doors marked OPERATING ROOM.

To Lance's shock, it is Sandi. She is unconscious. An IV is connected to her arm, dripping the prescribed medicine to keep her sedated. By the looks of the full bag, it appears as if she must have just gone under. As Lance picks up and examines her chart, Roy calls on the radio.

"Hey Lance, I'm pulled up out front of the emergency entrance. I'm going to run across the street to the café and grab a Diet Coke. If you're ready, I'll leave the motor running and you can pick me up near the exit to the cafeteria. It's your turn to drive."

After a quick horrifying scan of her chart, Lance quietly whispers back, "I'll be right down."

Before he can think of what he is doing, Lance disengages the gurney's brakes and rolls Sandi toward the elevator that just opened in response to his push of the button one minute ago. Lance's heart is pounding as he thinks, Lobby--don't stop--please don't stop...third floor... second floor... please God don't stop...!

The doors open into the lobby where hospital employees are busily attending to senior citizens who just arrived from an evacuated senior care center due to a nearby forest fire. Lance wheels Sandi straight out the door, to the waiting ambulance where he pushes Sandi's gurney into the ambulance, and drives off.

The traffic leading back onto I-4 is lighter than usual for a late afternoon. As soon as Lance reaches the interstate, Roy calls on the radio.

"Lance, where are you, and why did you leave our gurney out here on the curb?"

Lance turns his radio off and drives back toward Volusia County.

Less than ten minutes have expired since Sandi left the hospital. The nurse comes out of the operating room looking for the patient that she left in the hall just a few moments ago.

"Alice, did you see the gurney that was down the hall?"

"I didn't pay much attention at the time, Joyce, but I think I remember the paramedic who came to visit the patient in 405 took the gurney down the hall to the elevator."

"Alice...call security and lock down the building!"

"Joyce, we'll find your gurney."

"Forget the gurney--it's the patient that was lying on it that I'm concerned about. Call the police, Alice!"

"Joyce but--"

"--No buts! Call security now!"

At this time in the afternoon the interstate starts to back up at the St. John's River Bridge. Lance realizes to be stuck in traffic could be disastrous, so he exits I-4 before the bridge at Highway 46 and drives north to Highway 44. He then turns east toward DeLand.

He thinks to himself, I need to get off the main roads as quickly as possible.

Upon entering Volusia County he crosses the St. Johns River.

I'll exit the highway here and circle around under the bridge and think this thing out. Lord, what have I done!?

Lance parks under the bridge. There are a few fishermen at the park he can see up ahead. They should be wrapping up the day soon because it's starting to get dark. Lance shuts off the engine and closes his eyes.

"Lord, I'm asking you for some wisdom in what to do. I couldn't let them take my child. Forgive me if what I've done was selfish on my part. Make it obvious to me what the next step is, Lord. Protect my baby and please forgive Sandi for what she was about to do."

A sudden calmness flows over Lance that allows him to think and plan.

First, I need my dad's help. I'll call him and then get rid of this phone. Second, I need a place to hide. It'll be dark in less than thirty minutes. I'll move once it gets dark. I hope my dad has an idea where I should go. Oh... I hope I remember where that thing was.

Lance pops the hood and walks to the front of the vehicle.

He whispers to himself, "I remember Jared at the garage showing me the GPS tracking device and transmitter underneath the battery...there it is."

Lance rips out the wires, GPS, and battery pack, walks across the road to the edge of the river and tosses them in. He turns back to the ambulance and dials... "Hello dad...I need your help...."

### 7

"Colt--Colt? Can you come downstairs?"

"What is it, Dad?"

"That was your brother on the phone. He's in a bunch of trouble. I need to put together a few changes of clothes, some cash, and food."

"Dad, you sound shaken up. What's Lance into?"

"I'll explain it to you on the way. You're his size. Go fill a suitcase with a week's change of your clothes and your toiletries."

"Alright, but I better get these back."

"Hurry son! I'll leave your mother a note."

"Why don't you just call her? She's only over at the Harlen's across the street. She baked some cookies for CJ's birthday and wanted to take them over to her as soon as they cooled down."

"No. She'll know by the sound of my voice that something's wrong, and I don't want to worry her...not right now anyway."

A few minutes pass as George and Colt mill about, getting supplies and clothes together.

"Okay Dad, I got him packed. Where are we going?"

Colt follows his dad out of the house and towards the car.

"We're meeting Lance under the Highway 44 Bridge at Ed Stone Park."

@ @ @ @

The juices from the Signature Angus Brisket began to drip down the side of Lieutenant Wade's mouth. Getting up to get another napkin from the counter gives the 15 year veteran of the Orlando Police Department an excuse to get another look at the red velvet cupcake that keeps calling his name. With a side of baked cheese grits and BBQ baked beans, it is hard for Officer Wade to find the room to satisfy his sweet tooth.

The Four Rivers Smokehouse on Fairbanks Ave. over in Winter Park is less than ten minutes from the McLeod and Anthony Kennedy Hospitals and downtown Orlando. Being so close to downtown always ensures the restaurant of a robust lunch and dinner crowd.

Lieutenant Wade is still eyeing the tempting cupcake in the display case when he receives the call to respond immediately to the hospital for a possible abduction. The officer gives one last stare to the red creamy treat while he says to himself, "Well, that solves that temptation."

Lieutenant Wade had been involved in the same area six months earlier with the abduction of a newborn. A woman posing as a nurse abducted a baby girl off the delivery floor. Because of the quick response from security and the police department, the woman was apprehended on I-4 within twenty minutes of the crime. He just can't figure out, with all the new procedures in place, how this could happen again.

Lieutenant Wade pulls up to the lobby of the McLeod Kennedy Hospital, gets out of his vehicle, and starts walking into the building when the security guard stops him and yells, "Not here... across the street!"

"Across the street? The baby was abducted across the street?"

"Not a baby... this time it was a woman awaiting surgery."

"Oh, this is crazy!! You got to be kidding me!"

Lieutenant Wade jumps back into his car and races across the street.

Entering the lobby, the lieutenant is ushered into a security room with numerous security cameras. From behind a table he is greeted by Frank Warren, head of security at the hospital.

"I have it right here, Lieutenant."

He shows the officer the surveillance video of the fourth floor hallway, elevator, lobby, and the emergency parking areas.

"Frank, can you zoom in on the suspect when he was in the elevator?"

"Yes sir." As he zooms in on the badge, the information becomes readable. "Volusia County EVAC? Hey, I just passed an EVAC paramedic in the lobby talking on a cell phone."

Lieutenant Wade runs out of the room and into the lobby and yells across the crowded hall, "Excuse me sir, can you come over here!"

"Me?"

"Yes--you. What's your name?"

"Roy. Roy Minton."

"Roy, we have a situation here. Please come into the security room. We need to ask you a few questions."

Lieutenant Wade points to the monitor and asks, "Who is this man?"

Roy's jaw drops.

"Uh, it's Lance...Lance Strickland...my... partner."

"Do you have any idea why he is wheeling out this patient and driving away with her in your ambulance?"

"No I don't. The last time I talked to him was 40 minutes ago. I told him I needed a Diet Coke and to meet me at the exit by the cafeteria. I came out and waited then walked over to the emergency ambulance parking which is where I left the vehicle. It was gone...just our empty gurney standing in its place."

Lieutenant Wade looks over to Captain Warren. "Frank, who's the woman?"

Captain Warren reads from his notes. "A Miss Kano..."

Roy yells, "Sandi? Sandi Kano?"

"Why yes," Captain Warren responds while looking up from his notes to the now pale face of the EVAC paramedic.

"Mr. Minton, who is this girl?"

"Sandi is Lance's fiancée."

"Well now, this is getting interesting...Frank, what was she here for?"

"It doesn't say."

"Who's the doctor?"

"Let's see... a Dr. Griswold."

"What type of doctor is he?"

"He specializes in family planning."

"Give me his number."

Lieutenant Wade dials the number. Dr. Griswold answers on the third ring.

"Hello, Dr. Griswold?"

"Speaking."

"This is Lieutenant Wade from the Orlando Police Department. I understand you have a missing patient."

"A missing patient is quite an understatement, Lieutenant."

"I know Doctor...can you tell me what type of surgery Miss Kano was scheduled for?"

"I am sorry Lieutenant Wade, but I can't divulge that kind of information because it's a private matter between doctor and patient."

"Dr. Griswold, what kind of surgery do you perform at the hospital?"

"What type of question is that? Various types of family planning surgeries! Your main concern is to catch whoever has taken this woman. I can't fulfill my duties at my office any more because of the crazy people who frighten my patients away, and now I can't even do them here! I thought discretion by the hospital was mandatory in order to qualify for government funding. They can just wait until I fill out my report. I never had this problem in Connecticut, you know."

"Thanks, Doctor. That's all I need. Goodbye (click). Roy, did Lance know that Sandi was going to be here today?"

"I don't know anything about that, but I do know that Lance didn't know that he was going to be here today. If it weren't for that accident on I-4, we'd be clocking out right about now."

Lieutenant Wade calls home and his wife answers.

"Hi honey, it's me...I'm sorry, but I'll be working until late tonight...No, everything's fine, no one's been shot... No, no one's been hurt. Not yet anyway... Kiss our precious Anna Grace goodnight for me... Okay... I'll call you when I'm on the way home... Love you, too. Bye."

Lieutenant Wade dials another number.

"Hello? Lieutenant Fowler, put out an APB on a Volusia County EVAC ambulance last seen forty-five minutes ago leaving Anthony Kennedy. Hold on. Mr. Minton what is the number of your ambulance?"

" Ah, number 14."

" Amend the APB to a Volusia County EVAC ambulance number 14. Occupant-- a Lance Strickland. White male, early twenties, brown hair, six feet tall, 190 pounds, medium build, last seen wearing a paramedic uniform. He's involved in a possible abduction. The victim is assumed to be sedated and riding in the back of the ambulance. Use caution."

### 8

"And that's your FOX Five o'clock News. Stay right here for the FOX Six o'clock News after the break. This is Jennifer Lewis, signing off. Good day, Orlando."

"And that's a wrap. Good broadcast, everyone."

Jen is tired. She has been at the station since nine this morning preparing for her twelve and five o'clock news broadcasts. As co-anchor of the Orlando FOX News Team, it is important that she is well prepared. The commute from her hometown of DeLand is unpredictable because of the congestion on I-4. Jennifer dreams of the day when the light rail line that has been in the planning stages for years becomes a reality and relieves some of the traffic mess. She has thought of moving closer to downtown Orlando, but her close ties to her family and community just run too deep.

"Jen, I know you were about to call it a day, but we just picked something up on the police scanner about an abduction at Anthony Kennedy. It's very strange but what we've learned so far is that a woman was taken out of the hospital by a paramedic."

"Wait. You mean taken to the hospital by a paramedic."

"No. Taken out of, like abducted, and the ambulance is from Volusia County."

"An EVAC... did they give a name?"

"Yeah, a Lance Strickland."

"No way!! I know Lance. He and I graduated from DeLand High together in 2008. I had him in a few of my classes. Cute, smart, polite... There must be an explanation for this. Did they say who the woman is?"

"No, Neither the police nor the hospital will divulge that information."

"I'll take it from here, Chief. With my resources I'll have a story for the 11 o'clock broadcast."

"Well, do what you need to do fast because we're going to run a breaking news story in ten minutes. The Florida Highway Patrol just put out an Amber Alert for an EVAC ambulance and we don't want any of the other networks to beat us to the punch. Chopper 35 is in the air along I-4 and Hwy 17/92 trying to spot an ambulance."

@ @ @ @

As George and Colt drive toward the river, Colt receives a phone call from one of his friends who has a hobby of monitoring police chatter on his scanner. As soon as he hangs up, he gets a text from his girlfriend.

"They're talking about your brother on Channel 13 news. The police are looking for him. Who did he kidnap?"

Colt does not respond but checks for news on his smart phone.

It is now dark when they arrive under the bridge. Lance hugs his dad.

"Thanks for getting here."

"Here's all the stuff you wanted."

Colt chimes in, "Bro, you're all over the news wheeling Sandi out of the hospital. They don't identify her but I recognize her. What'd you do that for?"

"Sandi's pregnant and was going to terminate the pregnancy."

(Silence)

Colt breaks the silence.

"You're nuts to throw your life and career away."

"Colt, did you hear what I just said? Sandi was going to end the life of your niece or nephew right there in the hospital. I couldn't allow that to happen by doing nothing!"

George finally responds, "Son, this situation is bad. I don't know what I would have done if I were in your shoes, but I want you to know that I'm proud of you. You may have jeopardized your career but so far, you saved an innocent life."

"--A career wasted for a life saved."

"Shhh, Colt. Don't put our God in a box. He's delivered Lance this far...maybe he has great things in store for all of us."

"Lance, I pray God will show you what you need to do and give you the strength to continue."

"Thanks, Dad."

"In addition to what you asked me for, here is a credit card and keys, both belonging to Ryan Tanner. Ryan's out of town visiting his son Brandon at school in North Carolina. Ryan's asked me to watch over camp Daire."

Camp Daire is a hunting camp covering 2,500 acres on Lake Dias in Northwest Volusia County. Ryan and his wife, Ann, named the lodge after their daughter Daire, who was tragically killed in an automobile accident.

Lance knows this property well because he used to fish and hunt with his brother and dad there on long weekends when he was younger. There is a bunkhouse in the middle of the property, a mile from the main road.

Lance checks on Sandi. The IV is nearly empty. He replaces the bag with one he keeps in the medicine locker. Lance looks at his supplies and determines he has enough sedatives to keep Sandi unconscious for 72 hours.

Lance gives his cell phone to Colt and says, "Get rid of this."

He hugs his father while George prays for a peaceful and safe ending to this mess.

"Son, we need to hustle home so we can get out of town as planned before anyone comes knocking at our door. Colt, let's go over by the bulkhead and see if any of those anglers caught any keepers."

"Yes sir."

"Bye Son. Take care of my grandchild. Oh, by the way... Congratulations."

They hug and part ways.

Lance turns on just the headlights and drives back onto Highway 44 toward DeLand. He turns onto Grand Avenue and proceeds northbound through the sleepy town of Glenwood to Highway 3 to Highway 40 to Highway 11. After 20 minutes of driving and passing four cars, he arrives at the back gate. He gets out, and using one of the keys his father gave him, opens the lock. The only witness now is a Black Angus steer.

The gravel road is in good shape. Not many dips or ruts. Lance turns left at the fork in the road and passes a few fields that Ryan kept a small number of cows in. He proceeds very slowly over the wooden bridge. Lance remembers killing his first water moccasin in the creek below with a paddle when he was nine. His mother almost passed out when he told her the story. He pulls up under an old live oak tree that he and Colt used to climb. There is no way the ambulance can be seen from the air from this vantage point. From the Hwy 44 Bridge to the bunkhouse, the trip takes less than 30 minutes and he prays that the four cars he passed did not notice him.

He walks over to the bunkhouse, unlocks and opens the door and steps into the room. Lance feels around for the light switch. He finds it and as he turns on the lights he notices a set of eyes staring at him. Startled by the stuffed bobcat mounted above the light switch, Lance takes a minute to put back his heart that seemed to have just jumped out of his chest.

Once he catches his breath, Lance looks around and is surprised by the improvements Ryan has made over the years. He remembers it as a primitive shack with a ceiling fan and a latrine out back. Ryan has added two bedrooms, a full bath, and expanded the kitchen. Lance opens the fridge and cupboards, finding both adequately stocked. He could hide out here for a few days without going hungry, but then what?

Lance wheels Sandi out of the ambulance and into one of the bedrooms. He then returns to retrieve the IVs, sedatives, and any other medical supplies he thinks he might need. He thinks of driving the ambulance into the lake but decides he is in enough of a mess. Lance drives the ambulance further back into the woods under a canopy of water oaks, pine, and haw trees. The vehicle is parked a five-minute walk from the bunk house.

Once back in the bunkhouse, Lance looks around for a TV. He remembers Mr. Tanner saying the bunkhouse is for hunting. No TV, no phones, and no women. He obviously never changed his mind. It was just as well for Lance, because if he knew about all the news stirring about Sandi and him, he might have resolved to feelings of hopelessness.

### 9

"Well Ma, we'll be eatin' good tonight. Did you call Renee to make sure we have enough oil and flour at the house?"

"Yes Daryl, I did. I also told her to call Aunt Reece to come over and get her some fish. The way we were pulling them out of the river, I'd say we may have over a hundred specks. That new pole you made me must hold some good luck. Did you tie the poles real good to the back of the truck? I'd hate to have 'em blow out."

"I did, Mama. Don't you worry 'bout that."

"Hurry now! The game starts in another hour. I don't want to be in the middle of cleanin' fish when the game starts."

"I'm hurrying, but if you were so doggone concerned, you could've thrown some back. There's a legal limit, you know."

"I know, but nobody's ever said nothing about it!"

"But maybe they are, starting now!"

As the pickup continues on Hwy 42 in Paisley, it is chased down by three law enforcement vehicles. As Ma pulls over, the flashing lights and spot lights leave the occupants of the truck blinded. A voice blares out of the loud speaker. "You in the truck! Put your hands up where we can see them!"

As the three deputies surround the truck with guns drawn, they instruct the occupants to slowly exit the vehicle. They pat down Daryl and Ma as the deputy asks if there is anyone else in the back of the pickup.

"No. Just our fish an'our poles."

Ma yells, "I told'im not to take all that fish. See Daryl? Look at all the trouble you got us into!"

"Ma'am, we're not looking for fish. We're looking for a guy and a girl. We're tracking his cell phone and it appears to be in the back of your truck."

"You can look Officer for yourself. I don't know nothin' about no guy and girl."

As the deputy moves his flashlight around the bed of Daryl's truck, he spots a cell phone tucked in the corner near a bucket of fish. As he picks up the phone he says, "Where are you coming from?"

"We just come from the park on the river. We left there 'bout a half hour ago. You could check with my cousin, Kenny. He was with us all day. He's on the police force over there in DeLand. He's been there fifteen years. He's a sergeant."

"No that won't be necessary. I believe you... Did you see anybody at the park that matches these two photos?"

"No sir."

"Did you see an ambulance?"

"No I didn't... But I do remember we stopped by the bathroom before we drove out of there. When I come out of there I saw a man over by my truck. He looked a little like that guy in your photo but maybe he was a little lighter. I thought he was lookin' at all the fish I caught. People do that all the time... Can we go now? The game starts in 40 minutes and I need to get home and clean these fish."

"Yes, Mr. Jackson. Thank you, and sorry for all the commotion."

@ @ @ @

Lance unpacks his clothes and a few things of his mother's that he got his dad to bring. As he changes out of his uniform, he wonders if this may be the last time he ever wears the EVAC black and gold. Before he moves Sandi to the bed, he removes her gown and puts her in the long night shirt his dad brought from the house. He moves her arms and massages her shoulders and joints to ensure proper circulation. He then carefully lifts her up and into the bed, taking precautions not to pull on her IV. Lance looks at his future wife. Tears fill his eyes as he stares at Sandi, and, through the sobs, he asks her to forgive him. But he realizes there is nothing else he can rightfully do in this situation. Although he loves her, he cannot stand by and allow her to end the life of their child. He falls asleep beside her bed, waking twice during the night by the alarm on his watch, which he set to remind him to refill the sedative in her IV. Each time before falling back to sleep, he prays that maybe a new day will bring hope and a way to change this predicament. Maybe Sandi will listen to him this time. Maybe Sandi will let him see the baby in jail. A good few hours of sound sleep will let him sort this all out.

### 10

It is seven a.m. Friday. The cable networks have picked up the abduction immediately because Sandi is a pretty blonde and the media was having a slow week. Jennifer Lewis' report on the FOX Eleven o'clock News, with added personal details about the small town of DeLand, was an immediate interest story. She is soon picked up by the national networks and appears on FOX News in a segment running repeatedly throughout the morning news hours.

"Mr. Strickland's whereabouts is still unknown. An intense search continues for him and his victim throughout DeLand and surrounding areas. The victim is now being identified as Sandi Kano. The relationship between the two is still being investigated, but my sources tell me that they are or were romantically involved and as information comes in we will get that out to you right away."

"Yes Candee. I saw the news clips you sent me last night. Why is it so important that you feel the need to wake me up at seven in the morning? Doesn't your own show on NSMBC keep you busy enough?"

"It does Maude, but I thought you might want to know what my sources are telling me about this story."

"Alright Candee what's so important that I'm talking to you before my first cup of coffee?"

"My sources are telling me that Mr. Strickland and Miss Kano are or were engaged and that he abducted her moments before she was to have an abortion." (Silence)

"Where did you get this information?"

"I can't go into details, but I have friends with local law enforcement in Orlando. My source also told me that the mother of the victim was waiting in the recovery waiting room while her daughter was being abducted. She was so distraught that they admitted her for observation. She kept repeating hysterically, 'How did he know she was here--how did he know she was here?'"

"Has she spoken to the media?"

"Not that I know of."

"Get me her number and tell your source not to let anybody talk to her until I do. Got that?"

"Got it."

"Candee, let me make a few phone calls. What you told me needs to be nipped in the bud. Let me get some coffee, and thanks for the call. I hope this doesn't get out."

"Well Maude, if it does get out, I need to run with it. I'm sitting on a good story but I'll ignore it for now for the good of the cause."

"Thanks, Candee. Goodbye." (Click)

Maude looks at the Persian Chinchilla feline sitting across the table from her. "Merrang, Mommy is going to be a busy girl."

@ @ @ @

Lance rolls over in bed, all the while hoping that yesterday's events were just a dream, but he is startled back into reality once he opens his eyes and sees the eight-point buck's head hovering over him just above his bed on the wall. He gets out of bed and makes himself a pot of coffee and some grits and sausage that he took out of the freezer last night.

The time for Sandi's next dose of sedative is now due. Lance decides to hold off on administering the drugs. This will allow Sandi to regain consciousness. Maybe he can convince her to change her mind. She could decide that Lance is right and she is wrong just like two nights ago. He'll have to take the chance that she will be sincere this time. He checks and makes sure that her hands and ankles are strongly secured and a full syringe of sedative is ready to be added to the IV if he so chooses. He sits in an old rickety armchair beside the bed and waits, asking God for the wisdom and the right words to say once Sandi comes to.

@ @ @ @

After her first cup of coffee, Maude logs onto her computer and opens up the file labeled "Soldiers". She scrolls down to "Florida", opens that file, and scrolls down to "Volusia County". On the top of the list is the name Congresswoman Judy Gartner. Her congressional sixth district covers parts of Volusia and Seminole Counties along the I-4 corridor. Maude dials Ms. Gartner's personal cell-phone.

"Hello, Judy? This is Maude Brennan, chairwoman of The National Woman's Right to Choose (NWRTC)."

"Hi, Maude. Thank you for your support last November. Your organization's network and donations made the difference on defeating Congressman Clement. The redistricting was a hard pill to swallow. He was a tough opponent, but your attacks on his party's position put me over the top. So what can I do for you?"

"First of all Judy, I was happy to help you out and I was hoping you could return the favor. I need you to use your influence for me."

"How can I help?"

"Did you hear about the abduction of a young lady yesterday at the hospital?"

"Yes Maude, I did. It was in the morning paper."

"Good. I want you to put as much pressure on the local authorities in getting to the whereabouts of Mr. Strickland. Make sure they are using all of their resources on the case. Put pressure on the Mayor's office and let him know that you may be holding up federal funding for future projects if we don't see some quick results."

"I'll be right on that Maude as soon as I return from my one o'clock appointment."

"Judy, I can't wait until after one! You know there is this up-and-coming state congresswoman that I would be happy to take out for lunch. I bet I could convince her to run in the next primary for your seat... Her name might not be recognizable now, but with a little financial backing, I believe I can change that."

"Alright, Maude. I get your point. I'll be making contact with the Mayor's office as soon as we say goodbye."

"Goodbye then."

"Hello, Maude? Maude? You still there? Hmmm... I wonder what that was all about...."

### 11

10:35AM...Sandi moves and moans. Lance grabs her hand. 10:50...she moves and slowly opens her eyes, not focusing on anything in particular. 11 AM...she starts to focus in on the room and directly into Lance's eyes. Lance can see the state of confusion on her face. Lance repeatedly and calmly calls, "Sandi, Sandi... sweetheart? Wake up."

"Lance, Lance... I didn't expect to see you here... What a strange recovery room... Where is my mother?"

"I don't know, sweetie."

After a few more minutes go by, Sandi says, "Lance where am I and where is Dr. Griswold? I'm sorry you found out this way. I was going to tell you in a few days that during an exam at my gynecologist's office, I lost the baby naturally. I was trying to spare your feelings. My mom and I thought it would be best for you that way. I know your position on this, but the decision should be mine and I've made it. Besides, we're in no position right now to have both our lives disrupted and our plans for our future changed... wow...this is the strangest recovery room that I've ever been in. Did my mother tell you I was here? Where is she!?"

Lance just looks into her eyes-- trying to focus on her surroundings. He squeezes her hand gently and says as calmly as he can, "Honey--please, understand that the decision to end our baby's life is a decision that we shouldn't make just for the convenience of your or my career or as some reaction to our family circumstances..."

Sandi's eyes focus directly into Lance's. The anger on her face is palpable. At the top of her voice she shouts, "You son of a bitch! It's not a baby until I say it is a baby!!" I hate you! I will not allow either you or some fetus to get in the way of my dreams. I don't need anybody! Now get out of my room and get my mother or Dr. Griswold in here! Nurse--Nurse!! What kind of hospital is this and, oh my gosh-- why are my hands and feet tied down!?"

Lance reaches up and injects the sedative into the IV. "Sandi, it's like I never even knew you. What has happened in your life that you won't allow yourself to depend on anyone?"

"That's right, Lance, I don't need anyone... I can run my own life, thank you."

"Well Sandi, I can't. I need God's help to lead me, and I rely on the help of my friends and family--a family that I thought you wanted to be a part of."

"I don't need any of those crutches! Now leave me alone! Nurse! Nurse!"

Sandi's eyes start to get heavy as a result of the IV sedative. With tears in his eyes, Lance leans over and says, "I'm shocked at what I'm hearing. The walls sure are down now, and I can't believe I'm looking at such an insecure, self-centered, and desperate person."

Sandi yells, "Go to Hell!" Dr. Griswold!?...Where is the call button?"

"Sandi, there is no button, no nurse, no Dr. Griswold... Sandi, you're still carrying our child. I rescued our child before you could go through with it!"

Sandi flinches like someone had just shot her. She looks at Lance through groggy eyes and whispers just before she falls into a deep sleep, "...bastard...."

@ @ @ @

"Hello Jill, Jennifer Lewis. How are you?"

"Hi, Jen. I'm good. I've been enjoying watching you on the news."

"Jill, I know you're a cousin of Lance Strickland. Can you give one of your bridesmaids a little scoop?"

"I'll try, but it's going to cost you."

"Jill, we never pay for a story."

"Relax Jen... I was thinking about you giving my second grade class a tour of your studio."

"Of course! I'd be more than glad to show your kids around the studio."

"That'll be great."

Jill is a second grade teacher at George Marks Elementary. She has taught there for two years, ever since graduating from Stetson University. While her students are in art class, she decides to call her Aunt Dorris to see if she could get information for her high-school classmate.

"Hey Aunt Dorris! This is Jill.

"Why, hello, dear."

"I know my mom has told me that you're not talking to the press and you've told the authorities that you don't know anything about Lance's whereabouts or what's happened, but do you remember my friend, Jennifer Lewis, who was a bridesmaid at my wedding?"

"Yes."

"Well, she wants to know some details. If there is anything, any information you can give her, I know she'd be extremely grateful. She could use a leg up on all the other networks."

"Dear, I can't tell you anything because I don't know anything... Jill, just say a prayer for your cousin Lance. I've got to go--goodbye." (Click)

It is uncharacteristic for Aunt Dorris to be short with Jill, but with all that had happened, Jill just shrugs it off, attributing her unusual behavior to stress.

During Jill's class lunch period, she usually dismisses the students to the cafeteria and then eats at her desk while she grades papers. While sitting at her desk today, the secretary comes in and hands her a sealed envelope that Amy Burton brought to the office. Amy needed to pick up her son for a doctor's appointment.

"That's strange--I don't know Amy all that well...I wonder what the note's about...hmmm.

" Well, here's something more strange... Her son didn't even mention that he had a doctor's appointment."

"Strange...."

Jill opens up the envelope as soon as the secretary leaves the room. The note inside the envelope reads,

Jill,

Sorry I was so short on the phone. Tell Jennifer Lewis to meet me at the chess park at four this afternoon. Tell her not to bring anyone else and try not to draw a crowd.

P.S. Borrow someone else's phone to call Jennifer to give her this information. I'm not paranoid. Just trying to be careful.

Aunt D.

Now her aunt's response was making Jill nervous. She takes out the school directory and looks under "B" and finds a listing for "Burton." The Burton's live next to Aunt Dorris and Uncle George.

### 12

Deland City Hall

"Chief Gowan, I need you to put every available officer on the Strickland search. We have a lot of influential people looking at us."

"Yes Mayor. We have five officers working on the case right now. I know the Congresswoman is on your back to get this thing resolved. With the joint task force of the Orange, Seminole, and Volusia County sheriff's offices, the DeLand Police Department, and the FBI, there are over 50 people scouring the Southeast looking for that ambulance and its occupants."

"Mayor, we've just been advised this morning that the FBI will be taking over the case. The lead agent is Agent Jethro Turner. He is out of Washington, DC, and he arrived early this morning. I, along with Lieutenant Wade and Agent Turner have questioned Mr. Strickland's mother, Dorris, this morning. She seemed a little stand-offish and didn't provide us with any information. Dorris says her husband and other son Colt are away hunting in South Georgia and can't be reached because of poor cell-phone coverage. She says she doesn't know the town they are staying in, only that they are somewhere in South Georgia. We suspect that Lance and Sandi are with them. We have their cell phone numbers, and as soon as we get a hit we'll have them in custody. The FBI has Dorris' house and phones under surveillance. They received the court order for the wiretap this morning."

"Very good...what else are you doing?"

"Mayor, all your inquiries from now on will need to go to Agent Turner. I'll be officially handing the case over to him when I get to the courthouse and will no longer be involved in the investigation. My own work here on city matters has been on hold since this whole mess began."

@ @ @ @

The Old Volusia Courthouse, constructed in 1929, is located one block east of the historic Athens Theatre, between New York and Indiana Avenues in the middle of downtown DeLand. Both buildings have gone through a series of restorations that make visitors feel as if they had traveled back to the early twentieth century. The Athens is a jewel for the local thespians and the plays put on there by the Sands Theatre Company include such familiar productions as Peter Pan, The Jungle Book, Hair Spray, and The Christmas Story.

The Courthouse has on permanent display works of art by Artist Jackson Walker. His collection depicts the last four hundred years of Florida History. It also houses the Volusia County election offices, which were in the National Spotlight during the George W. Bush and Al Gore election controversy. The old courtrooms for most of the year remain vacant until a special event puts them back to good use. The task force in charge of finding Miss Kano is one of those "special" events.

Agent Jethro Turner from the Washington, DC Office of the FBI has over thirty years in the Agency specializing in abduction recovery. He, along with Agent Ben Casey of the FBI's Orlando Office, has set up operations on the entire second floor. The Director of the FBI has placed a high priority on this case. He did not share the reasons for the priority with the media or with those involved in the case. He tells Agent Turner that if a Ms. Brennan attempts to contact him, he is to give her his full cooperation and not to ask questions.

After Lieutenant Wade and Chief Gowan brief him on all the facts, Agent Turner thanks them for their hard work, dismisses them, and takes charge of the operation.

@ @ @ @

At 1:30 in the afternoon, Jen is finishing a late lunch. She's been working feverishly on getting exclusive information on the situation in DeLand. The camera crew has just returned with some footage of Sandi's house on Lake Winnemissett, the Athens Theatre, and Lance's Poled Herefords. She was just returning to the desk when she receives a call on her cell.

The caller ID shows the name Katee Byrnes. She does not know a Katee Byrnes, but recognizes the DeLand prefix, so she answers it immediately.

"Hello Jen? This is Jill...I'm calling on one of my friend's phones. It was my Aunt Dorris' idea that I don't try and call you on my own phone. She thinks that she's being monitored by the cops and since I called her, she thinks they are monitoring my phone."

"Well, they can't do that without a court order and they can't eavesdrop on you without a Federal Judge's consent."

"Well okay, but my Aunt Dorris wants to meet you."

"Great! Tell me when and where and I'll be there."

### 13

Sweet Grass Dairy Cheese Shop

Thomasville, Georgia

"Dad? Are you ready?"

"Yes, Colt. Go get the car and meet me out front in five minutes."

"Okay Dad. Be careful and remember what we rehearsed."

"Got it, Colt."

George walks into the café and up to the counter. The place is packed with downtown shoppers and college students from the University of South Georgia and Valdosta State.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"Yes. Do you have any more Thomasville Tomé? My two sons would like for me to bring back a wedge to our hunting cabin to snack on tonight."

George already knew the answer because he read the sign on the storefront window, "Out of Tomé until 9 am tomorrow."

"Sorry sir. We're out, but if you come back tomorrow we'll have the case restocked."

"Okay...we'll be here a couple more days, so I'll be back tomorrow afternoon to pick up a few wedges. "I sure wish we had a dairy down in DeLand, Florida that made this kind of cheese."

"Sir, we get our milk every day from Sweet Grass Dairy. There's no sweeter milk in the entire Southeast. The Jersey cows rotate from field to field, grazing on just the top half of the grass."

"Wow...I didn't know that. So, will you be here tomorrow...(Looking at his name tag) Jay?"

"Yes sir. I go to Valdosta State and my baseball practice is over at 11. I'll be here after that."

"Then I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."

George usually keeps to himself so making this small talk takes considerable effort on his part.

As George walks to the door, he stops near the beer cooler, pretending to read about all the different Micro Brews. He reaches into his pocket and turns on Colt's phone. He counts to 30 and then turns it off. George walks out the door, and waits for Colt at the curb. After George jumps into the car, Colt heads out of town northbound on Highway 41. They don't stop until they reach Griffin, 120 miles to the north. They are praying the net won't go out that far. They are planning on staying the night at Colt's college roommate's house. The fraternity brother can be trusted.

@ @ @ @

The doughnuts from Mr. Bill's Doughnut Shop create an aroma of sweet pumpkin spice throughout the office when combined with the steamy black coffee.

"Agent Turner, there is a Maude Brennan here to see you."

"Okay Agent Casey. Wait five minutes and then send her in."

Agent Turner catches up on all the reports that are on his desk while he waits for his drink to cool.

"Agent Turner? I'm Maude Brennan. Gideon, oh, I mean the Director might have mentioned me?"

The agent, upon raising his eyes from his desk, immediately focuses on the extra-large handbag that Ms. Brennan carries on her shoulder. It appears to be quite full, but what is really strange is the fluffy tail protruding from it. Maude notices the confused look on the agent's face.

"They wouldn't let me bring Merrang in to see you, Agent Turner, so I needed to improvise."

"Now there are rules that we all need to follow Ms. Brennan."

"Rules are for followers, Agent Turner. As you get to know me, you will find out that I don't ascribe to that. I make my own rules."

"Well then...what can I do for you Ms. Brennan?"

"I just wanted to meet you and ask if you are doing everything possible to solve this case."

"I am... so if you would excuse me--"

"--Agent Turner you might be leading this investigation, but with your Director's backing, I just want you to know that this situation is bigger than what you may think. You are not to do anything without my knowing about it. You're going to be better off keeping me in the loop. If I'm happy your Director will be happy and in turn, you will be rewarded. Do I make myself clear, Agent Turner?"

"Ms. Brennan, first of all--" (knock, knock)

"--Agent Turner? We got a hit! Colt Strickland's cell just got picked up in Thomasville, Georgia. We have GBI and Georgia State Patrol on the way to the location."

"Good... let me know as soon as we have Colt Strickland in custody."

"Excuse me Ms. Brennan, but I have an investigation to tend to."

"Until we meet again, Agent Turner."

Ms. Brennan exits the office literally with her (cat's) tail between her legs.

@ @ @ @

Officer Murphy walks into the Sweet Grass Cheese Shop in Thomasville, Georgia ten minutes after George Strickland walks out. The patrol officer walks through the crowd with pictures of George, Colt, Lance, and Sandi in hand. He cannot find a match. Officer Murphy walks over to the register and asks the cashier if he has seen any of the people in the photos. Jay points to George and says, "You just missed him. He left here about ten minutes ago, but he'll be back tomorrow afternoon to pick up some of our Thomasville Tomé."

"Did you see who he was with or where he went?"

"No, I was busy serving other customers. I assumed he was going back to his hunting cabin."

"Do you know where that may be?"

"No sir, I don't. There are hundreds of cabins around here that are full of hunters this time of year. Buck season this year is in full swing."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Want any cheese?"

"Not today. Excuse me."

The officer reaches for his radio.

"Murphy here...I need officers to check out all the hunting camps and cabins within twenty miles of town."

@ @ @ @

The Chess Park is located in downtown DeLand across from the historic Courthouse. The park was built with a one million dollar grant that is funded through the Volusia Forever Property Tax that the Citizens of Volusia County voted for. It provides funding to purchase land to set aside for conservation and recreation.

The park is accessed through an alley between the courthouse and another municipal building, providing a private setting amongst the trees, buildings, and benches.

Jennifer arrives at 3:50 and observes a middle-aged woman sitting at a bench near the far left corner of the plaza. She is wearing a wide brimmed sun hat and dark glasses. As Jen looks toward the woman, she motions for her to come over.

"Miss Lewis? I'm Dorris Strickland. Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice."

"Oh, you're welcome. You can call me Jen. I believe you and my Aunt Margine were in the same graduating class at DeLand High. Class of '82, I think.

" Margine Lewis? Oh yes, I remember her!"

"Well, she's married, living in Pierson. She married her high-school sweetheart, Frank Woods."

"That's wonderful. Well Jen, you can call me Dorris."

"Okay, Dorris, but why are you so scared? You did tell the authorities that you don't know where your son is."

"I don't know where he is, but that's not why I invited you here. Let me fill you in so you can set the record straight on my son. The news depicts him as some sort of desperate maniac. But once I finish with my story I think you'll disagree."

@ @ @ @

Hospital room at Anthony Kennedy Hospital

The tears on Mandi Kano's face are still visible when she hears a voice call her from behind. The reporters had just left her, and she made sure she really turned them on for the cameras. But as soon as they finished and the cameras were out of sight, she stopped the tears as easily as she started them.

"Ms. Kano, I'm Maude Brennan. I am Chairwoman of the National Women's Right to Choose, and I'm thankful that you didn't tell the media why your daughter was here. I am also impressed on your performance."

"What performance, Ms. Brennan?"

"Oh, cut the act! I've been checking up on you. You've had three marriages all ending with divorce. All three of your husbands say that you're quite the gold-digger and that you settled with each of them out of court for a handsome sum of money that supports your comfortable lifestyle. And I know you were in the surgical waiting room waiting to drive your daughter home after her "procedure" when she was abducted."

"Yes I was. So what do you want?"

"I just can't believe that her so-called boyfriend would do such a thing. Ms. Kano, maybe you and I can help each other."

"You can call me Mandi."

### 14

The clock reads 8:03AM, and Lance reluctantly gets out of bed. He groggily realizes that hitting the snooze five times won't make his troubles go away. The dream keeps on ending up at the same place, with him in this bunkhouse in the middle of nowhere with an abducted, pregnant, and uncooperative woman in the next room. He checks on Sandi and realizes it has been over eighteen hours since she had any fluids or emptied her bladder. Waking her up was certainly out of the question considering how she acted yesterday. No, keeping her under sedation is best for now. He just needs to go out to the ambulance to get a few bags of saline solution to keep her hydrated, and a catheter for her bladder comfort.

He peers out the window and spots a doe and her fawn grazing on the grass just outside the cabin. Lance guesses the fawn to be no more than a few weeks old. He peers out as the mother watches over her baby. She makes sure no predator is sneaking up while the precious one feeds. He waits for the two to go back into the woods before he opens the door, because he worries that the mother will attack him to protect her young. Lance looks up to the sky stating aloud, "God, why did you wait to put that role as protector into your creation until after a mother gives birth, or had you already done so, and Sandi is just too scared and self-centered to hear it?"

Lance goes out to the ambulance and returns 15 minutes later with supplies. He puts them down on the table and before he can turn to shut the door, he feels a rifle barrel pressed against his back and a voice that says, "Hold it right there."

Lance raises his hands and immediately recognizes the voice.

"Mr. Tanner--it's me Lance—L-Lance Strickland."

Ryan lowers the gun.

"I had a hunch you might be up here. Son, you're all over the news! I couldn't get hold of your dad, and your mom said she didn't know where you were and even if she did, she wouldn't tell me because she believed the phone was bugged."

"That's my mom!" (Laugh)

"Is your dad here?"

"No sir...he and Colt left Thursday night for Georgia. We figured the authorities will believe we're together and will use their resources in trying to find them."

"That was smart Lance, but why is there an abducted woman tied to the bed in the next room? What's gotten into you? This does not seem to be something the boy that I know would do."

"Well sir, what has the news been saying about me?"

"Just that you abducted your girlfriend from the hospital after a disagreement and that you are unstable and dangerous."

"Unstable and dangerous! Me? That's a bunch of nonsense! You've met Sandi before, haven't you?"

"You introduced her to me a few years ago at the fairgrounds during the Livestock Show. She didn't seem to be enjoying herself back then."

"She wasn't used to the farm. She was raised in Boston."

"The way she was carrying on and fussing I knew you were going to have problems, but abducting her and keeping her knocked out is not a way to get your point across."

"Mr. Tanner, I was desperate and did not see any other alternative. You see, Sandi is pregnant and I, by accident, met up with her at the hospital just moments before she was going to terminate the pregnancy. I was not going to let that happen. I panicked and got her out of there before anyone could stop me. I don't know what to do. It's just a matter of time before I'm found. I'm going to jail, my relationship with Sandi is over, and my child's life will be terminated! There goes my life!"

Mr. Tanner did not say anything for what seemed like a long time. The reason for Lance's actions startled him. He looked into Lance's eyes and saw the desperation of a father who would do anything to save his child. He could not panic for he sensed Lance was reaching out and what he says next will be critical.

"You know Son what you've done is an incredibly, brave thing. You remind me of my daughter Daire. Whenever she saw an injustice, she'd just jump right in to the rescue. No matter the cost, she got involved and defended those who could not defend themselves. If there is one thing I learned from her, it's don't quit. Remember Lance, God is the God of circumstances. The events leading up to now did not just happen but have God's Almighty hand in it. Have the peace and rest that God is growing you in your faith. Let's go to Him in prayer and ask for strength and wisdom to continue."

After praying and praising God for His direction, Lance has a restored will to fight for his child. Mr. Tanner puts a pot of coffee on as they plan the strategy to stay ahead of the authorities.

@ @ @ @

"Dad, why are we here at Stone Mountain?"

"Because I promised your brother 48 hours. We need to have the law out looking for us, thinking that Lance and Sandi are with us. I just pray that your brother was able to talk to Sandi and get her to change her mind. If he was able to convince her to keep their baby, all this trouble will be worth it."

George and Colt take the long way up toward the top of the mountain. The trail up the mountain is about a mile long with a good steady incline. The exposed granite tells a story of the people who walked the mountain over the last 150 years.

Captain Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr., 1865: 20th Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry was carved in the boulder where George and Colt decided to stop. Colt wondered if Captain Holmes was looking for the Rebel Army when he carved that into the granite. Was he fighting against those who were trying to preserve State's Rights?

"Hey Dad, we're a couple of rebels. I wonder...would Captain Holmes be hunting us down just like they hunted people back then?"

"Colt, we aren't rebels. Although man's laws are never set in stone, God's laws don't change. Man's laws can be altered depending on society's expectations. Your brother may be the catalyst to bring about that change."

"Ready, Dad?"

"Yes, Colt. Let's do it."

@ @ @ @

Agent Turner is sitting at one of the high tables against the wall. He has his chair turned slightly so he can watch the entrance. A bunch of college kids just came in to sample the six combination cheese plate. Tomé, Brie, Blue, Cheddar, Swiss, and Jalapeño with a choice of wine or a microbrew--all for just ten dollars. It's been a long day. He and Agent Casey left DeLand at six in the morning and arrived at the GBI in Thomasville at ten. There has been no sighting of the black F150 which Mr. Strickland had driven past the Thomasville Federal Bank surveillance camera yesterday. Agent Turner's phone rings.

"Yes."

"Agent Turner, we just picked up Colt Strickland's phone."

"Where?"

"He's at Stone Mountain Park northeast of Atlanta. He seems to be on the side of the mountain. He hasn't moved for the last ten minutes."

"Agent Casey, drive back to DeLand. I'm taking the helicopter that just arrived from Washington up to Atlanta. I'll call you if I get any information."

"Right, Chief."

@ @ @ @

"Lavon Wilson...Cattleman...1862...Dad, do you think that someone really carved their names right here over 150 years ago?"

"Sure, why not?"

The sound of a helicopter becomes louder. The Stone Mountain Helipad is a mile to the northeast. The pilots are told to avoid the area not only for the fact of the large granite obstruction but also for noise abatement. This helicopter seems to be ignoring those procedures, hovering right above George and Colt. A voice comes over the loud speaker, "Stop! This is the police! Stay where you are! You will be met by a deputy shortly!"

George and Colt stand with their hands in the air and are surrounded by deputies with guns drawn within minutes. They walk backwards, hands behind their heads, until they are met with Sheriff Reed's hand. They are told to kneel forward and are quickly handcuffed.

"George and Colt Strickland, you are under arrest for being involved in the abduction of Sandi Kano. We are charging you with being an accessory after the fact. Where is Lance?"

Colt remains silent as George unconvincingly replies, "I don't know where he is, Sheriff. Isn't he in DeLand?"

The Sheriff does a pat down and all their belongings are confiscated. Colt's and George's hands are set free so they can walk down the mountain unhindered while surrounded by the deputies.

"Where are we going?" Colt asks.

"We're taking you to the Stone Mountain Police Station. There will be an FBI agent waiting to talk to you."

Once they arrive at the police station, the two are separated and placed in windowless rooms for interrogation. Agent Turner, who has just arrived from the helipad, sits across the table from George Strickland.

"Mr. Strickland, do you know how much trouble you and your sons are in? Abduction is a very serious offense. If you tell me where I can find Lance and Sandi, I'll try to get the Prosecutor to lessen the charges against you and Colt."

George is worried that since Lance hasn't turned himself in, Sandi must have held to her position.

"Agent Turner, do you have any proof that Colt and I assisted Lance in any way?"

"You told the cashier in Thomasville that you were with your sons."

"I don't recall that, but you can see it's not true. Agent Turner, do you have any kids?"

"Yes. I have two."

"Any grandkids?"

"No. I'm 54 and had my kids in my early thirties. One's finished college and the other one will finish in the spring. Once that happens, there is nothing to stop me from taking my retirement."

"How many years have you been an agent?"

"I've been with the Agency for over 30 years."

"Well Agent Turner, for the sake of my grandchild, I'm not going to help you one bit."

"Why do you think that Sandi is pregnant?"

"I raised my boy right. This is the only explanation that fits...Agent Turner, you tell me you seem to have all the facts. Is Sandi pregnant?"

"...I can't answer that."

"You just did."

Agent Turner realizes he is not getting anywhere with George. Maybe he will have better luck with Colt.

"Thank you, Mr. Strickland. Why don't you just sit here by yourself for now? Your attorney should be here in a few hours."

The agent starts to walk to the door.

"Oh, by the way, Agent Turner?"

"Yes George?"

"Aren't you going to congratulate me for being a grandfather?"

Agent Turner does not respond, and closes the door behind him.

Colt is sitting across the table fidgeting when the door opens and Agent Turner walks in.

"Colt, I know I don't have to tell you how much trouble you're in along with your dad and brother."

"I didn't do anything!"

"You are going to be charged with being an accomplice to an abduction. We were able to track you with your cell phone signal on the day of the abduction. You and your dad met up with your brother at 6:30 pm under the Highway 44 Bridge. You were with Lance for at least six minutes before you turned off your phone."

"Lance's phone somehow got in the bed of a pickup truck that was parked at Ed Stone Park. Do you know how that got there?"

"No sir, I don't."

"Colt, I can tell by your fidgeting that you're not telling me the truth. Look! Your life is going to be ruined by your brother's stupidity! If you tell me where he is, I promise I will do everything I can to make the charges against you disappear. You can get your life back in order. If Lance gives himself up and there is no harm to Sandi, you can be a free man...but time is of the essence."

A drip of perspiration falls from Colt's brow.

"Talk to me now son or it's jail time for you! Talk!!"

"I had nothing to do with the abduction. My dad and I were getting ready to go on a hunting trip when he gets a call from Lance begging to meet him right away under the bridge with a few things."

"What things?"

"You know... a few changes of clothes."

"Go on."

"I told Lance that he was crazy and that he's ruined his career and life for what he did."

"Where is he now?"

"I don't know."

"Time is running out, son."

"My dad and Lance talked some while I walked over to the river to try to clear my mind. When I was walking back to the vehicles, I saw my dad hand Lance a set of keys. He didn't tell me where Lance and Sandi were going because he probably was trying to protect me just in case I was asked."

"What are those keys to?"

"I don't know for sure, but the only set of keys my dad owns besides his own are for Camp Daire."

"Camp Daire? Where is that?"

"It's a hunting camp owned by his old buddy, Ryan Tanner. It's located on Highway 11 along Lake Dias. My dad and Mr. Tanner are such good friends that Dad has the keys to everything on his property."

Now exhausted and feeling defeated, Colt covers his eyes with his hands and lays his head on the table.

"Well Colt, we'll check it out...We might be able to bring this thing to a happy end very soon."

"I hope so. Can I go now?"

"Not just yet, son."

"Sheriff Reed, can you please give me a lift back to the Helipad? I need to get back down to Florida."

"You got it, Chief."

### 15

It's seven o'clock in the evening. Ryan has just gotten the box truck that he uses for his sod business ready. He bolts the gurney that Lance took from the hospital to the side of the cargo area. The lazy-boy recliner that he kept at the office will make Lance comfortable as he watches over the precious cargo. Ryan made all the arrangements this morning at the DeLand Airport as he prepared his airplane for their daring escape.

"Are you ready to go, Lance?"

"I've been ready to go for the last three hours."

"I know, but we needed to wait for the cover of darkness. How is she?"

"She should be out for the next five hours. This is my last bag of sedatives."

"Well, let's load her up and get out of here."

The ride to the airport takes 20 minutes, but for Lance it feels like hours. Every time Ryan touches the brakes Lance holds his breath, thinking someone might be on to them. The truck rolls up to the front gate. Ryan hits the code on the cipher lock and Lance can hear the screeching and clanking of the fence as the gate opens. As the truck pulls forward and comes to a stop, Ryan opens the cargo door.

"We need to stay here for a few minutes. There are a few sky divers practicing for their jumps tomorrow morning. They're all over the Twin Otter that is parked next to my aircraft. I'm going to park here and see how long they are going to be there."

Ryan walks over to the Jump Zone Restaurant and sees some of the regular skydivers sitting around a table drinking a few beers.

"Hey Free Fall, are you jumping tomorrow in the competition?"

"Sure am, Ryan. Me and the guys are going to try and break the world's record for most hook ups."

"Yeah I thought I saw Stew with a few of your teammates out back."

"Yeah, I got my stuff down, but Stew and a few of them kept missing their spots. They're going through the routine one more time. They should be finished in a few minutes. You want to go in with us for a few pitchers?"

"Sorry, but I'm off to Asheville to pick up my son from college. We're going sailing down in the Keys tomorrow."

"All right then. Take care and say 'hey' to Brandon for me."

"Sure will."

Ryan walks back to the truck and faces the back of the vehicle and whispers, "Lance, they should be gone in a few minutes."

"Hey, warn me next time you are going to call out my name."

"Oh... sorry about that."

From inside the Twin Otter one of the skydivers yells, "Stew, how was that?"

"Better, better. But we need to go over it one more time tomorrow morning before we jump. I don't want Free Fall blaming us for anything. Let's go have a drink."

Ryan waits five minutes after he sees Stew and his friends leave and then pulls the truck up to his Beechcraft 350. The Beechcraft 350 is one of the larger King Air models. It seats eight in the cabin comfortably. Ryan uses it to fly clients to his sod business and to travel to the hunting camp. The aircraft has appreciated in value twofold since he purchased it five years ago. Ryan arranged the four seats to lie flat on the right side of the cabin. He laid a three- by-six foot piece of plywood over the seats and then placed a mattress used for a bunk he just purchased for his sailboat over the plywood. The cabin looks like the inside of an air ambulance.

The door to the plane is no more than four feet from the back of the truck. Since the lift gate from the truck is adjustable, Ryan and Lance are able to carry Sandi directly across onto the plane. No one can possibly see what this precious cargo is. While Lance secures Sandi to the make-shift bed, Ryan removes the four remaining seats and places them in the truck. The cleared space should accommodate the extra supplies they are planning to pick up.

Ryan drives the truck back out through the gate and returns within three minutes.

"Are you ready, Lance?"

"I think so."

"You think anyone saw us?"

"In another five minutes it won't matter."

Ryan starts the turboprop and taxis for departure.

"DeLand traffic King Air three zero zero Romeo Tango departing runway 30 to the north."

In less than a minute, the two Pratt and Whitney engines lift the aircraft into the night sky. The King Air levels off at 1,000 feet and continues northbound.

At an uncontrolled airport, there is no air traffic control tower. Pilots communicate on a common traffic advisory frequency. Since it is not required to be in contact with air traffic control, Ryan takes advantage of this rule. He turns off his transponder so he is harder to pick up on radar. The King Air descends to 500 feet and turns to the east. At this altitude the radar system used by Daytona and Orlando approach controls cannot pick up or track the aircraft. The Beechcraft continues east for 50 miles until they are 30 miles off the coast of the Atlantic, then turns to the south for another 100 miles.

It is 9:00PM. After checking in on Sandi, Lance moves to the front of the plane and sits in the copilot's seat. The traffic is light at this time of night. Once Ryan comes abeam of the town of Oakhill, he turns west then south along Interstate 95 to Titusville. As the Space Coast Regional Airport appears 10 miles to the south, Ryan makes a broadcast on the common traffic advisory frequency because the tower closed half an hour ago.

Ryan broadcasts, "Space Coast Traffic this is Cheyenne Romeo Victor Whiskey inbound from the north landing runway one eight."

"Ryan, why are you calling yourself Cheyenne Romeo Victor Whiskey?"

"Because there is no one around to know the difference. This way if anybody checks the tapes at the tower for November Three Zero Zero Romeo Tango, we won't show up on the recordings. That's also the reason I'm talking with this Yankee accent."

Lance smiles and nods.

The King Air lands on runway 18 and taxis off the runway to the hangars on the southwest part of the airport.

"Let's go Lance. Do you think she'll be fine until we get back?"

"She has another three hours until she regains consciousness."

"Well, we'll be back in less than 45 minutes. I hope we don't run into any surprises."

Lance and Ryan walk across the ramp to the security gate. Ryan uses the code that he's been using for months, 0702. The flying club he belongs to eats at the restaurant across the parking lot once every three weeks. Ryan opens the door to the Tanner Sod and Garden Supplies truck that has been parked in front since early this afternoon. Ryan told Flo he was having a problem starting the truck but he would have someone from his company pick it up in the next few days. They drive out of the parking lot toward the University of Central Florida Research Park which is located a few miles down the road.

@ @ @ @

At 9:30 pm, Agent Turner is crouched down hiding behind a shed 200 feet from the bunkhouse at Camp Daire, where over 50 law enforcement personnel surrounding the cabin with guns drawn are waiting on something to happen. Two hundred feet is as close as they can position themselves, because being any closer might cause the pen of Walker Coonhounds to start barking, alerting those in the nearby house of their presence.

Agent Turner's helicopter landed at the DeLand Airport two hours ago. He had all the law enforcement teams meet at the Sheriff's hangar in order to brief all those involved about the plan. Agent Turner did not advise anyone of his findings except Agent Casey. He called him to go interview Mr. Tanner at his home earlier this evening. Mr. Tanner was not home but Mrs. Tanner advised Agent Casey that Ryan told her that he would be at the hunting camp all weekend with some of his old friends running dogs, and she was more than a little put out because she didn't know of his plans until this morning. She said she would let Ryan know that he wanted to question him, but can't get in contact with him because there is no phone service out at the camp. Agent Casey thanked her and asked if she would give him permission to drive out there to talk to her husband. Mrs. Tanner replied, " Go ahead, but you may want to wait until morning 'cause Ryan's friends can be a bit trigger happy when it comes to surprises out there'."

After Agent Casey reported his findings, Agent Turner had Ben assemble the whole task force at the hangar and then departed for Camp Daire, arriving a half hour ago.

The cool night air makes the mouthpiece of the megaphone feel uncomfortably cold next to Agent Turner's mouth.

"Lance Strickland, this is the FBI. We have the place surrounded. Come out with your hands over your head!"

The spotlights come on and illuminate every inch of the cabin. The roar of the hounds is immediate. The heat signature shows three individuals in the cabin, one laying down on the couch and two seated around the kitchen table. One of the two at the table stands up upon hearing Agent Turner's voice and comes to the door. Upon opening the door, he immediately covers his eyes with his hands because of the blinding light. Bill Black walks outside and shouts something that could not be heard over the roar of the Sheriff's helicopter which is now hovering overhead.

"Turn around and lie on the ground," blares the voice coming from behind the light.

The other two men come out behind Mr. Black and obey the loud voice. When neither of the two appeared to be a woman, Agent Casey thinks they are too late. He figures that Lance must have panicked and killed Sandi and buried her body somewhere on the vast piece of land. From the back of their heads, the man with the hat resembles Lance and Bill Black looks a lot like Ryan Tanner. Two of the agents handcuff Mr. Black and the other fellow while Agent Casey drives a knee into the back of the one who he thinks is Lance.

"What did you do with Sandi? Did you kill her? Tell me where she is or I won't let you breathe."

Mr. Buren takes a quick breath when the agent releases him slightly.

"Who's Sandi? I don't know who you're talking about, man!" Agent Casey lifts his knee and rolls the man over, removing his hat, as Mr. Buren looks the agent in the eye. To his astonishment, Ben does not recognize this man.

"Who are you and where is Lance Strickland?"

"I'm--I'm Martin Buren and get off my ribs! I don't know where Lance is. If I did, I would have told the DeLand Police Department when they came asking questions about him out at the fairgrounds yesterday."

"Why are you here?"

"Mr. Tanner invited me, Billy, and Lloyd this morning to come out this evening for some deer huntin' tomorrow morning."

"When did he invite you?"

"He called Billy at work, and then Billy told me and Lloyd. We got here about an hour ago."

"Is this true, Mr. Black?"

"Yes, and if you let me go to my car, I can get my cellphone and I can show you when Ryan called."

Agent Turner along with four other agents escort Mr. Black back to his car.

"Ryan has a strict rule at the cabin and while we are hunting. No phones, radio, or television. See? He called me this morning on his cell at 10:37."

"How do you know Mr. Tanner?"

"I work for him as a sales rep. See?"

Mr. Black points to the side of his door. The Tanner Sod logo made up of a palm tree and a rose intertwined is fixed to his door. Agent Turner stares at the side of the pickup truck and says,

"I've seen that emblem before. Does Mr. Tanner have that sign on all his trucks?"

"Well, yes...he has a lot of them."

"I think I saw a truck parked next to the sheriff's hangar at the airport when I landed a few hours ago."

"Ryan has an airplane, but I don't know why he'd be taking one of his trucks to the airport."

"I do, Mr. Black."

"Deputy, secure the area and take these three individuals in for more questioning."

"Sir, I can vouch for all three of these men. May I at least let Lloyd take his dogs home before I take them in?"

"Hmmm...go ahead and question them here, and if you are satisfied that they know very little about what's going on, release them to their homes."

"Okay, Agent Turner."

"Agent Casey, let's get to the airport."

As both men get into their vehicle, an officer yells, "Chief, we got something in the back of the house."

"What do you have, Sergeant?"

"One of my men observed wide tire tracks in the field that lead off into the woods. He followed the tracks and found an EVAC Ambulance which matches the one used by our abductor."

"Alright! Get forensics in here to go over every inch of the cabin and the ambulance."

"Agent Casey, we need to hurry to the airport."

### 16

At the airport, Agent Turner and his men surround the Tanner Sod and Supplies truck. They check the empty cab and cut the lock to the back. Inside the back they find the gurney that reads "Anthony Kennedy Hospital" on the side.

"Alright. Fan out and find them!"

At the bar at the Drop Zone, Shirley is cleaning glasses when Agent Casey walks in.

"We're closing in a few minutes, so it's drinks only."

"Nothing for me, but I'm looking for Ryan Tanner." He shows her his badge.

"I haven't seen him."

Ben gets a tap from behind. Free Fall had a few too many.

"I saw Ryan a couple hours ago. He was asking 'bout tomorrow's skydive competition. I told him he oughta sign up, but he was leavin' to go out of town."

"Where and what time?"

"I don't know 'zactly, but it was about 7 or 7:30 and he was flying somewhere to the Carolinas. I think he was gonna pick up his son at school. He was going down to Key West to do some fishin' on his boat that he's got down there."

"What kind of plane does he have?"

"A Beech King Air."

"What's its Registration number?"

"You mean call sign?"

"Yes, call sign."

"Oh that's easy... November three zero zero Ryan Tanner--I mean Romeo Tango."

"Did he have anyone with him?"

"...Not that I saw."

"Is there any video surveillance around these hangars?"

"No. With these air cowboys' round here, the less things that are recorded, the better."

Shirley yells over to the men, "Every time we put up a camera, it disappears so we stopped trying."

"Who's the airport manager?"

"It's Byron Conerly. Here's his cell."

"Thanks, Shirley."

Mr. Conerly arrives at the office within a few minutes. In another few minutes he produces a picture of N300RT along with Ryan, as well as a recording of Ryan from the Unicom frequency, reporting that he was leaving the area to the north. It was at 7:45, less than two hours ago.

@ @ @ @

Agent Turner knows he has Lance Strickland on the run. He needs to act fast before Lance can get back into hiding. He hopes what he had planned will work.

"They're ready for you, Agent Turner."

As he walks out in front of the Sheriff's hangar, the lights from the news media temporarily blind him as he faces what seems to be a myriad of microphones from the major news networks. He clears his throat, "Good evening. I am Agent Jethro Turner of the FBI. I am happy to report that it has been less than 72 hours since the abduction of Sandi Kano by Lance Strickland, and we are getting close."

The cameras move to focus on the large photos of them, which are displayed behind the podium.

"We now believe that Mr. Strickland is being helped by a Ryan Tanner. For the last two days, Mr. Strickland has been hiding out on Mr. Tanner's ranch, but they are now on the run. Here is a picture of Ryan Tanner. We believe the three individuals are all on Mr. Tanner's private plane."

Ben displays a picture of the Beechcraft King Air.

"The aircraft was here about three hours ago and has a range of about fifteen hundred miles. If you see these individuals, call the local authorities. Do not try to apprehend them yourselves. We do have a reward of 25,000 dollars donated by an anonymous donor for information leading to their capture."

"I have time for a few questions....yes?"

"What is the relationship between Mr. Tanner and Mr. Strickland?"

"We don't know at this time. We just learned about Mr. Tanner not too very long ago...next?"

"Do you think Mr. Strickland has harmed Miss Kano?"

"We don't know but what we do know is that Mr. Strickland and Miss Kano have had a rocky relationship and Miss Kano was going to end their relationship. Perhaps Mr. Strickland could not handle that. He appears to be unstable and a very dangerous man."

"I have time for one more question. Yes?"

@ @ @ @

Mr. Alberto Gonzales really enjoys his wife's enchiladas. She goes to the Titusville Downtown Farmers' Market every Saturday morning to get the corn, tomatillos, chilies, and peppers for the recipe. Her three-year-old daughter helps her make the tortillas, and by Sunday afternoon all the meals for the week are finished being prepared. With four kids to feed and one away in college, saving money on meals is a priority. He can tell when little Isabella makes a tortilla, because it may not be perfectly round like her mother's, but it is perfect in Alberto's eyes.

Alberto Gonzales won the cleaning contract for the Space Flight Industries' buildings three weeks ago. He cleans the observation and office building first then finishes up with the supply and maintenance building. There is usually no one in the last building when he cleans, so he usually can kick back and take his time, just as long as he gets the job done.

Mr. Gonzales arrived late to clean the last building because he wanted to see his high school daughter's soccer game that ended an hour ago. He is watching the special report on the television in the break room when he observes a pair of headlights coming down the main road. He watches as the vehicle turns into the building complex and turns off its headlights. Whoever it is knows the code to the gate. He watches as the truck pulls up to the well-lit loading dock across the parking lot from the break room. Alberto gasps as he sees Lance get out of the truck and open the loading bay door using the cipher lock. The other individual, who he does not recognize, raises the lift gate and opens the truck's cargo doors.

Lance looks around and is relieved that he does not see anyone. The parking for the lab is on the other side of the building. The attendants who are watching over the patients should not be on this side of the building at this time of night. But little does Lance know, Alberto Gonzales' car is parked on the other side of the supply building.

Lance knows exactly what he needs to pick up and where it is stored because he packed it in the supply room just over three weeks ago after Samantha Stevens was awakened.

Alberto met Lance three weeks ago when he started the contract job right here in the break room. Lance was polite and helped him by moving chairs when he was mopping. He was surprised when the story broke a few days ago, but he realized people's personal lives are sometimes different than in public or at work. He picks up his cell phone from the table where he was eating his meal and starts to dial for the police. He thinks $25,000 would be a windfall for him and his family. He dials 911 and is about to hit the call button when his attention again focuses on the TV.

"Agent Turner, I'm Jennifer Lewis for FOX 35 News. My sources, which I consider very credible, have informed me that Lance Strickland and Sandi Kano are expecting a child together. Lance abducted Sandi to prevent her from terminating the baby's life by having an abortion at the hospital where the abduction occurred. The Lance Strickland that you describe as being unstable is in fact trying to protect his unborn baby."

"Miss Lewis, I am in a middle of an investigation and you are seriously jeopardizing the operation. No comment! You are banned from asking any more questions. My agents will be asking you where you have gotten your alleged 'credible' information."

"It's credible and confirmed by this local small town reporter. What is not credible is you! Who put up $25,000 to apprehend the couple so eventually Miss Kano can terminate her and Mr. Strickland's child's life?"

The picture returns to the news studio unexpectedly. The shocked and unflattering dropped jaws on both of the news anchor's faces show their surprise as they are caught off guard.

"Well...let's go to the weather. Pamela? Take it away..."

Alberto Gonzales hits "cancel" on his phone, takes a deep breath, and sits back down at the table to finish his meal that his wife and precious daughter prepared for him.

### 17

"Hey, why did you disconnect the power cord from my mike?"

"Miss Lewis I don't know what you're talking about."

"One of my camera men spotted a lady in her sixties with a beehive hairdo near our news truck. He saw her pull the cord out of the side of the truck when I was questioning you. When he yelled, he saw her walk quickly into your command post trailer. Is she still there? Because I would like to question her!"

"I don't know anything about that but what I do know is that you're in some serious trouble for jeopardizing this investigation."

"Agent Turner you don't scare me. I am not only a journalist but I also hold a law degree from Barry University Law School. I'm totally versed in what you can and can't do. So arrest me if you have any evidence that my allegations are false. And if not, let me get back to my job."

"Excuse me a moment Miss Lewis. I'll be right back."

After the agent leaves the room, Jennifer catches Agent Casey's gaze. She can see the conflict in his eyes.

"So, is it Agent Casey?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Have the big wigs been keeping you in the dark about this investigation?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"I mean how can a nice gentleman like you help in ending an innocent life?"

"Ma'am...just sit there and be quiet and wait until Agent Turner returns."

"You stupid fool! You had to ask the media if they had any questions. You just love the limelight... If Merrang was an attack cat, I'd sic her on you. I told you when we met the day before last that I can make or break your career and now I see it going down in flames. This 'cat' is now out of the bag and this operation just got a heck of a lot messier."

"I'm sorry Ms. Brennan, but I thought that if I got the public involved we would get an arrest and end this thing sooner."

"Agent Turner, you would be wise to learn that we don't want to get the public helping or thinking about anything. We want them to go about their busy lives and not be bothered about what we are doing."

"Are you talking about this case or about your organization?"

"I'm talking about both, you idiot!"

"What do you want me to do about the reporter?"

"Let her go. If we detain her, we might lose the media's sympathy. The media people have their priorities and being free to say and report on anything is one of their sacred cows. You mess with that and I may lose some of my soldiers."

"Alright."

Agent Turner dials a few numbers.

"Agent Casey, let her go. Okay...that's right...we'll talk later. Just let her go and tell her nothing."(Click)

"Agent Turner, you have very little time left to catch them. We need to nip this in the bud now, before America wakes up."

"You can go, Miss Lewis."

"Please. You can call me Jennifer."

"I don't think I can do that, Miss Lewis."

"Mr. Casey, I can see that you're struggling with what you learned here tonight. I'll be praying for you and that the 'real' Agent Casey will do the right thing."

Jennifer picks up her things and leaves. Ben sighs and says to himself, "The right thing...what's the right thing? What a mess."

"Jen, there are a bunch of reporters from the other networks outside waiting to interview you, and the boss wants you back at the news studio like 30 minutes ago. He's getting calls from all over the place about you."

"Go get the truck and I'll meet you out front in a moment."

"Alright, but before I go, I need to tell you that I checked our security video on the truck and got video of that lady who cut the juice. It looks like she was carrying a cat on her right arm."

"Send it to my phone."

"Right."

As Jennifer makes her way through the hangar, a slightly drunk Free Fall is waiting on her.

"Miss, Miss Lewis...I beg your pardon, but I didn't mean it. I didn't know. I would've not told those cops anything if I knew all that stuff that you said. For Pete's sake... I got a baby girl back in New Zealand. If anything happened to her or if anyone tried to harm her I'd-- I'd go crazy."

"I'm not sure I understand. Who are you and what do you mean?"

"Name's Evan Breyer but my friends call me Free Fall. I saw Ryan a few hours ago and when I was in the bar, I blabbed it all to that scum Agent Casey. Where is he? I'd like to take a swing at 'im."

"No Free Fall, you don't want to do that. I can see your heart and I know you didn't know all the details. No one knew and no one in law enforcement was giving out that information."

"Well, ma'am...you sure changed that!"

Jennifer looks down at her phone with the picture captioned, "Here's Cruella." As she examines the photo of Maude Brennan, a realization of who the person in the picture is and represents comes to mind. As she quickly walks away, she turns to Free Fall and states, "I hope the change is for the good because I can see that exposing the details just got more complicated and dangerous! Excuse me, Free Fall!"

"My pleasure ma'am."

As Jennifer exits the hangar, the lights and cameras are placed at the opposite side of where she is used to seeing them.

"Jennifer—Jen--can we have a word with you?"

"Sorry everyone, I've been gagged."

Jennifer hops inside of the passenger side of the news truck and drives off toward the studio.

Agent Turner observes Jennifer on live TV with Channel 13 from inside the FBI command center truck on the other side of the hangar. He appears outside the hangar where the reporters are gathered as soon as Miss Lewis drives out of sight.

"Agent Turner--Agent Turner?"

"I have just one statement. Miss Lewis is not and I repeat, not under a gag order. Freedom of the press is an important right that my agency strictly upholds, but I would like to remind everyone that there is a woman's life at stake and spreading rumors before they can be verified can jeopardize our investigation. That's all."

### 18

Lance walks over to his locker. Everything he had in it including his keys are gone. It looks like the investigators must have paid this place a visit. He walks over to Angela's locker and says to himself, I sure hope she didn't change her combination: 11-05-03. It opens... On the hook to the left is a set of keys that he picks up. He quickly walks down the hall to the room marked "Lab Equipment" and opens the door using the keys he just borrowed and flips on the light. Just where he left it three weeks ago, Lance finds the wooden crate that contains all the equipment he needs. He walks over to the medicine cabinet and retrieves the three ingredients which one day will make Dr. Henry Wells a candidate for the Nobel Prize. Lance places the medicine and calorie intake packets on the four-by-six by-five foot movable-crate and rolls it down the hall toward the loading dock. He takes care to lock the doors behind him, replacing Angela's keys and leaving nothing out of place. On the loading dock he is met by Ryan, who helps him roll the crate onto the truck. Ryan secures the cargo by tying the box to the wall and engages the brakes on the wheels of the crate for the short trip to the airport.

Once he climbs inside the truck cab, Lance's heart skips a beat as he looks across the parking lot and notices that the lights to the break room are on. If someone had seen him when he arrived and called the police this could all come to an end at any moment.

Alberto watches the tail lights of the truck disappear down the road. He calls his wife:

"Hi honey. I'll be a little late tonight. The building needs a very good cleaning especially the locker and storage rooms... Keri, please give Isabella a hug for me and tell her that I love her... Love you too... Bye."

@ @ @ @

"Let's go, Ben."

"Where are we going?"

"Over to the Daytona Beach Airport. We need to examine the radar data from a few hours ago."

The 25-minute ride is very quiet until Ben breaks the silence.

"Did you know?"

"Know what?"

"That Miss Kano is pregnant and that's Lance's motive for abducting her?"

"It doesn't matter, Ben. Our job hasn't changed. Our task is to apprehend Lance Strickland and to make sure Sandi Kano is safe."

"Yeah, but doesn't what that reporter said even affect you?"

"No Ben it doesn't...and if it affects you, let me know, because I can send you to Kansas City to work in that field office."

"No... I know we have a job to do... and I'll do it to the best of my ability."

"Good. Let's get back to the case."

"Does the tower know we're coming?"

"No. I called and got the answering machine telling me to call back during business hours. The facility is a 24-hour facility, so someone is there."

The guard at the gate is a little startled because the tower does not get many visitors at this hour of the night.

"May I help you?"

"I'm Agent Turner and this is Agent Casey. I need to talk to someone about checking some radar data."

"Well, there is no one here except two controllers up in the tower."

"May I speak to one of them?"

"Sure. Let me call directly up to the tower." (Dialing)

The guard shuts the door and Agent Turner can see the guard nodding his head as he talks on the phone. The guard opens the door and leans out.

"The controller says they can't leave the tower, and besides that, he's not authorized to release any data. He said you need to come back tomorrow morning at eight."

"I can't wait that long...Let me talk to him."

Agent Turner grabs the phone. "Hello, this is Agent Turner-- with the FBI. Who am I talking to?"

"This is Randy Savage."

"Mr. Savage, we have a situation here for which I need to check your radar data. We had a plane that departed DeLand over four hours ago. A King Air. Did you talk to the pilot?"

"Not that I can recall."

"I need to review your tapes and radar data."

"I can't let you do that, Agent Turner."

"Mr. Savage you are obstructing an investigation, and if you don't drop what you're doing and help me immediately, I'll have your job."

"Agent Turner we are controlling aircraft right now with hundreds of people on board. So you want me to leave what I am doing to assist you?"

"That's right."

"Mr. Turner, look at that sign on the fence to your right. It reads, "This facility is used in FAA air traffic control. Loss of human life may result from service interruption." You sir, are an interruption and preventing me from doing my job. You are not high on my priority list! You are going to have to wait until tomorrow morning and, if you want to make an issue of me keeping my job, we can go through that route tomorrow morning also. If I were you, I wouldn't want any more negative publicity put on your Agency."

"What do you mean?"

"I saw the news broadcast before I came to work. Jennifer Lewis didn't make your job seem very appealing...Goodbye Agent Turner. I need to go. I have a controller that needs my assistance." (Click)

Agent Turner glares at the guard.

"Someone will be here in the morning!"

He throws his car in reverse and heads back toward DeLand. It had been a long day, and a few hours of sleep back at the hotel might clear his mind.

@ @ @ @

The local FOX 35 station informs its viewers right before the news goes off the air that they will have Jennifer Lewis in the news studio tomorrow at 8:00 AM for a live update. She will explain all the details that she exposed to the public tonight.

### 19

Pam McKorvey turns the TV off. She has been sobbing uncontrollably for the last hour. At first, her husband Norman did not understand why. The flood of tears started when she heard Miss Lewis shouting that Lance was trying to protect his unborn child. It brought back painful memories for her--memories of the choice she made early in her life when she was a teenager.

She listened to her friends who had suggested to "just have an abortion so you can get back to running your own life." Pam went through the traumatic experience as if she was observing herself from the outside. She walked around in a daze afterwards and felt ashamed to share her experience with anyone but a close friend. That friendship ended a year later and Pam felt all alone. She suffered from depression, and her parents even accused her of taking drugs because of her severe mood swings. But as time passed, she moved along with her life, keeping the secret hidden, even from her husband, until just a few moments ago.

"I am sooo sorry..."

"Pam, you've been great to our two children. You love them with all your heart, and I know you'd do anything to protect them."

"I know Norm...(sniff) but I failed my first child. I made a terrible choice! I hope you, the kids, and God can forgive me."

"Honey there is nothing and I mean nothing that you could do that will keep God, me, and the boys from loving you. God, in His great wisdom has made a way for all of us to be forgiven. Through his Son Jesus, He has forgiven and forgotten your tragic choice. You know Pam, I've sensed over the years that you've been holding back on something, refusing to forgive yourself... Remember Pam, there is victory in Jesus."

Norman takes Pam's hand and looks into her eyes and says, "Dear, let's go to our Father in prayer and thank Him for making a way for us to be forgiven and to spend the time He's given us on earth living the life he wants us to live."

After spending time in God's presence, a huge burden is lifted off Pam's shoulders.

"Alright Norm...let's get involved so no one else needs to live with the guilt of being drawn into the lies that I bought into when I was so young."

"What do you have in mind?"

@ @ @ @

"Lauren, this is Sean Hannity. I know it's late but I want you to call our affiliate in Orlando and book that reporter who broke the story about the father trying to save his child. Jennifer Lewis...Yes. That's her...I know, Megyn and Bill will also be trying to get her on their shows but do your best. I want you to find out everything you can on Lance Strickland and Sandi Kano... Yeah, I know when you called before the family didn't want to talk, but I think this is all about to change. This is going to be a huge story and I want to make sure it gets the coverage it deserves."

@ @ @ @

Lance arrives at the airport and looks to see if he sees anyone before proceeding to the plane parked near the hangar. He backs up the truck to the cargo door of the King Air and with the help of the lift gate he rolls the crate into the plane.

"I hope we were not seen at the lab."

Before Ryan can answer Lance, they both observe a car coming up the perimeter road from the direction of the laboratory.

"Ryan, I don't think you have enough time to put the truck back and get here on foot before that car comes up on us."

"Yeah, I don't think I want to take a chance that those headlights don't belong to a cop."

"I agree... Leave the truck here. Close the door and let's get out of here."

The engines on the King Air roar back to life. Ryan does not transmit on the Unicom frequency. He watches for traffic and after observing none, accelerates down the runway, lifting off just as the mystery car enters the gate near the hangars.

Mr. Carhart comes to the airport to work on his kit plane every morning. His RV9 Rocket is near completion. He usually arrives at the airport by around 12:00 AM and soon falls asleep in a hammock he installed across the hangar. He plans to pull the plane out at first light and work on the engine in the cool morning air.

"Look at this, Lucee! Someone left a big truck parked in front of the hangar. I won't be able to move my plane out until it's moved. I'll have to call the airport manager when we go for breakfast at the Greasy Spoon."

The old hound dog whines as if she understands.

"Yeah Lucee...you can come as long as you stay under the table."

N300RT leaves the Space Coast area the same way it came in. Ryan flies the King Air less than 500 feet above the Atlantic and heads out to sea 30 miles before turning north. Lance gives Sandi a new dose of sedative that he acquired from the lab. He is relieved that the next time he gives Sandi a sedative, this version will be healthier for both her and their baby.

@ @ @ @

For the next hour, the flight is very quiet. Lance takes a nap and is startled when Ryan shakes his shoulder to awaken him.

"We're heading inland and should be on the final descent in less than ten minutes."

The two rotating beacons in the distance appear different to Lance. One beacon has a green light on one side and a white light on the other. The white and green flashes indicate that they are looking at an airport. The other beacon has a white light on one side and nothing on the other. This flashing white light indicates that a lighthouse is in view. Ryan makes his approach from the north end of the island. He does not want to approach the airport from the south because the final will then take them over the St. Simons Pier and at 1:30 AM, some old salty fishermen can always be found casting off the side of it. Lance and Ryan cannot afford to be seen at the airport. The St. Simons Island area is too small to hide in, particularly if the authorities are looking for you there because of someone's tip.

St. Simons is connected to the mainland by a causeway. The island's growth is controlled by the Sea Island Company, which has kept the permanent resident population to less than 5,000. The island is two miles wide by eight miles long, with a majority of the population concentrated on the south end. Most of the inhabitants of the island are retired and have little reason to be out and about at this early hour.

Ryan again does not announce his presence on the common advisory frequency. Like the airport in DeLand, this airport does not have a control tower. The King Air touches down on runway 17, rolls out to the end, and taxis into the open hangar that is set apart from the other hangars on the southeast end of the field. Although the hangar doors are open, the lights are not on.

Ryan taxis into the hangar next to a corporate jet and a Ryder Truck. The hangar door closes as soon as they are safely in the hangar. As soon as Ryan stops the engines, the lights are turned on and someone opens the cargo door. A voice is heard shouting over the whine of the engines as they spool down.

"Lance. I did say I'll be around if you ever need anything, but with the Feds and news people pouring over all of God's creation to find you, it will be a challenge, and I do love a challenge. How are you, kid?"

"Great, Mr. Rassmusson...it's been a long time."

"Well, I hope it's been long enough so that everyone's forgotten our connection. And remember, I told you to call me Scott."

"Scott, I'd like you to meet Ryan Tanner. Ryan, this is Scott Rassmusson, the CEO of Rassmucom."

"It's nice to finally meet you, Scott. Lance's dad told me the story of how Lance helped you out of a tight spot a few years ago."

"That's right. I told him that if he ever needed my help on anything to just pick up the phone and call."

Scott smiles and says, "Yeah... I had to chuckle. That was the first time in 20 years that I heard an operator come on the line and say,' if you want to continue this call, please deposit 85 cents.'"

"Sorry, Scott. I needed to make sure no one could trace that phone call. The pay phone at the DeLand Amtrak Station was the only pay phone that we could think of."

Scott turns toward Sandi.

"How's she doing?"

"She's been under for almost three days now. I'll rest better when I have her under Dr. Wells' regimen of medicine and stimulation."

"Okay...let's get her loaded and then we need to get out of here. The airport's gonna come alive in another few hours."

Lance, Scott, and Ryan load the Ryder truck with Sandi along with Dr. Wells' crate.

"Well Lance, it's time we parted ways."

"Ryan, you may want to stay with us because your name and face is all over the 11:00 o'clock news. FBI agents raided your hunting cabin and are aware that you left the DeLand Airport about 8:00 last night."

Ryan shows no surprise.

"I better go see my son like I planned. The fishing trip'll just have to wait."

Scott climbs back into the cockpit of the King Air and downloads a jump drive full of data into the GPS navigational equipment.

"Remember Ryan, depart the island low and head west. Once you fly over the Waycross VORTAC, climb to any appropriate altitude and head to any destination you want. You'll be back on the grid after that. Your time starts now and you have up to an hour to cross the VORTAC for the program to work."

"Good job! Thanks, Scott."

"Oh, thank you for helping our hero out."

Lance shakes his head in disagreement. "Yes Mr. Tanner. I don't think I would have been able to get this far without you. I would have been holed up in your bunkhouse like Davy Crockett at the Alamo."

"Yeah... and if you ran out of sedatives and Sandi woke up, you might have been better off in the hands Santa Anna and the Mexican army!"

### 20

Agents Turner and Casey arrive back at the DeLand Airport at the crack of dawn to take the helicopter down to Titusville. They had received a tip from a man over at the Greasy Spoon that a Tanner Sod truck was parked in front of his hangar and the cook at the restaurant swore that the truck was in front of his place when he closed early the previous evening. The two could be heard arguing over who was going to get the reward and asked the agent taking down the information if they could split it.

"I saw that man eating at my table late yesterday morning. He asked for a second helping of my cheese grits. I make the best cheese grits in the South."

As the two agents walk in the parking lot of the sheriff's hangar they are stopped by a reporter from FOX News.

"Agent Turner, where are you going? Any leads on where they went?"

"No comment, but hey, let your listeners know to call if they have any information. Where are the rest of the news crews? This place was packed with five other networks set up all over the parking lot."

"They all pulled out about an hour ago. Once there was a connection to an unborn child the other networks got word from corporate to kill the story. They don't want to push the public to a possible debate on what rights a father has to his unborn child. Any comment on that?"

"No."

@ @ @ @

It is quiet on the chopper ride for the first fifteen minutes.

"Ben, I heard you sigh and I saw how your shoulders slumped when I was talking to that reporter. I hope you had some time to think about what we discussed yesterday because I need you to be committed to apprehend this fugitive. Remember he broke the law."

"I am dedicated, Chief!"

"Good. Because I need you."

@ @ @ @

The nine o'clock church service at Bowler Baptist Church is well-attended. At the end of the service, Pam makes her way down to the front of the congregation.

"I'm sorry Pastor Tom, but may I speak to the members of our church?"

"If the Lord is leading you to share what's on your heart with us, please do."

"Thanks."

"Some of you may not know me but my name is Pam McKorvey. My husband Norman and I have been members of this church for the last ten years."

Pam's voice starts to tremble as she fights to hold back tears.

"I've been teaching Sunday School here at Bowler for the last five years... and I've been allowing a terrible choice that I made a very long time ago to keep me in chains. I haven't allowed God's grace to wash me in all areas of my life, until last evening. Before I met my husband, I made the tragic decision to have an abortion. I have been keeping this dark secret from all of you and my family for such a long time that anyone who knows me could probably sense a void in my life. I am not hiding this terrible secret any longer. I've left my dreadful choice at the foot of the cross, and I believe God wants to use this tragic event that I experienced in my life for His good and glory. I don't know how this will work out at this time, but with the events of the last few days with Dorris' son Lance, I want to get involved and make a difference. I won't remain silent any more, and I'm asking anyone that wants to get involved in this to get in touch with me after church...Thank you, Pastor."

"Thank you, Pam."

The Pastor looks out into the congregation.

"You know, I feel the Lord moving in this room. There are burdens we sometimes carry needlessly. Pam was courageous to mention hers, but we can all fill in the blank with something we did or are struggling with today because we think God can't or won't forgive us. We tell ourselves that it is just too big. But by accepting the gift of His Son for our mistakes, God has forgiven us and enables us to live boldly for Him."

(Among the congregation, voices are heard: "Amen!" "Amen!" "Amen Brother Tom!")

As Pam starts to walk back to her seat to join her husband, Pastor Tom turns toward her, takes her hands in his and says, "Pam, thank you for sharing."

@ @ @ @

FOX News Orlando

"Jennifer, come sit down. We have a lot to talk about. The first thing you're getting from me is a dry-cleaning bill."

"Why?"

"Because I was enjoying a glass of red wine with my wife over a late night dinner, when I watched you drop that bombshell on that poor fellow from the FBI. I was so startled that my glass missed my mouth completely and hit my chin. I spilled all that luscious grape down the front of my best dress shirt."

"Sorry Chief... next time I'll give you a warning not to be imbibing when I break a story."

"Okay... let's get on with business. Our lawyers have threatened, I mean advised, the FBI that you can not divulge your sources and that your First Amendment right dealing with freedom of the press--I mean speech takes priority over their investigation."

"And...? How did they react?"

"I was surprised. At first Agent Turner was adamant but after getting counsel from his boss, he backed down. You know Jen, with this Administration, they have means of getting into all your cell phone and text messages. Remember the Associated Press fiasco when the Justice Department obtained their records over a two-month period without their knowledge?"

"I know Chief, but I've been really careful with my contacts."

"Jen, it appears that we are the only network running with this story. Just us and talk radio. You have interviews set up with Sean Hannity here at the studio tomorrow, and Governor Huckabee wants to interview you this evening for his show. It's surprising that no calls are coming in from the other networks. I was expecting a call from Meet the Press."

"Don't hold your breath, Chief. I know you're old-school, but I guess there aren't many true reporters left. Once the story had potential political repercussions, all your 'old friends' fell in line with the establishment's script."

@ @ @ @

Washington D.C.

By the faded green leaves, faded flowers, and general withered looks of them, the potted plants on the patio are slowly coming to the end of their season. Justice Hawthorne is admiring the newer, fresh cut mixed roses, daisies and daffodils from the breakfast table that she has set out. She loves to read the morning paper, eat her meal of nutritious fresh fruits and whole grain cereal, and look out at the world below to see Washington, DC come alive. Today along with her paper, she has a couple of travel brochures spread out across the table.

Justice Hawthorne has sat on the bench of the Supreme Court since being appointed by President Kennedy. She was the youngest justice at age 32 ever appointed to the bench and is currently the oldest Justice presiding.

As Justice Hawthorne stares at the potted faded flowers on the patio, she thinks how they reflect a symbolic image of her career. When she was first appointed under the leadership of other justices, she grew to become a strong and colorful influence on the bench, like the fresh cut flowers on her table. In her opinion, she remained her most vigorous during the turbulent seventies decade. She sided with the majority most of the time, and was able to choke out dissent with the help of the media and the vocal minority. As decades passed, she slowly seemed to lose that vigor and time had honestly taken its toll on her. She planned on retiring and traveling the world when she was in her late sixties, but when a Conservative Republican was elected for two consecutive terms, she could not stomach the thought that her replacement would wear a red tie or dress under his or her robe. When the next Democratic President came into office, she wanted to be a part of the promise of change that two quick appointments, of left-leaning judges to the bench, might bring about. Once the President was elected for a second term, she began to hint to the media that a retirement announcement might be in the near future.

The early edition of The Washington Post runs news stories as current as eleven o'clock from the previous night. The bombshell of the news conference in DeLand the night before just made the deadline. At that late hour, there is often little oversight about what may be newsworthy. The editors on staff allowed the story to be printed on the front page. They were getting a real chewing out from upper management at about the same time the judge began to read the headline, "Boyfriend Abducts Mother to Save Child." After the judge finishes with the article, she throws the travel brochures (and her hopes for an impending retirement) off the balcony onto the parking lot below.

### 21

Titusville, Florida

"When are you going to move that truck?"

"I don't know, Mr. Carhart. We still need to gather any possible evidence before we disturb anything."

"But you just told me that the truck is completely empty."

"I know, but we need to dust for prints and see if there's any evidence that the eye can't see."

A golf cart pulls up to the front of the hangar.

"John, this agent won't move this truck. I can't do any work on my plane. I want you to deduct a day off my rent due to the undo burden this situation is putting on me."

"Relax, Will. You've been working on that plane for over three years. You have plenty of time to work on it. Remember the last one you partially built? You sold it the moment you got the engine running and then you walked around the airport like you lost your puppy... so this situation is helping you out by not allowing you to rush into the same tragic mistake!"

Mr. Carhart grits his teeth and walks into his hangar.

"Are you Agent Turner?"

"Yes I am."

"I'm John Roberts, the Airport Manager. Get in my cart and I'll take you to my office. I pulled the surveillance tapes to all the access gates and flight lines. I found something you may be interested in."

"Alright...Thanks, Mr. Roberts. This is Agent Casey. May he ride in the back?"

"Of course. Hop on and let's go."

The golf cart pulls up in front of the hangar and up to an attached building.

"Agent Turner, when do you think you can move that truck? I can put Mr. Carhart off for a day, but any more than that, I may have to give in to his demand for reimbursement."

"That depends on what you have on your tapes."

"I hope this helps...here... sit down over there. I'll put it up on the TV...This is where you see the King Air arriving on the ramp...Next you see two people leaving through the Cipher security gate... and then a truck enters here 45 minutes later through the gate. As you can see, it stops in front of the King Air. They get out of the truck and unload a big box from the back and load it into the aircraft. They appear to get spooked after they look up in the direction of the road... They get into the airplane and depart. Mr. Carhart pulls up to his hangar three minutes later."

"May we have this tape, Mr. Roberts?"

"Of course. I already made a copy that I'll keep. This is the original."

"Thank you, Mr. Roberts. You've been a great help. You can tell Mr. Carhart that someone will be towing the truck out of his way in less than an hour. Can you excuse us for a minute?"

"Sure. I'll be out by the golf cart. Let me know when I can give you a ride back to the flight-line."

"I'm expecting an agent from the local office. Please send him in when he gets here. Thanks." (The door closes)

"Where did they go, Ben, and why did they come here?"

"I think I know where he went in the truck. Looking at Lance's bio, it looks like he was working as an intern for a Dr. Wells at an office complex located less than five minutes from here."

"Let's get over there as fast as we can. I hope Mr. Strickland can feel us breathing down his neck."

"Hello Agent Turner. I'm Agent Moody. The Airport Manager said I could find you in here."

"Hello, Agent Moody. This is Agent Casey."

"Hi."

"Are you familiar with Space Flight Industries?"

"Yes, I am. It's located on US1 near the UCF Space Coast Campus."

"Good. Let's take a ride over there. I'd like to pay Dr. Wells a house call."

"We were over there Friday interviewing Mr. Strickland's coworkers. We confiscated all of his belongings but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Dr. Wells is in charge there but was out of town on a cruise. He's due back in town this morning."

@ @ @ @

"Yes Mandi, I saw the news last night. So the cat's out of the bag...but remember our agreement. I know you have reporters trying to interview you and it was fine before the abortion bombshell was dropped by our dear Miss Lewis. Last night has changed the questions that those vultures'll ask you. If you want to get your hands on the balance of the money I promised, you need to lay low and hope Mr. Strickland gets apprehended very soon or there is going to be some very bad publicity for you and your daughter. I have a condo up in New York City overlooking Central Park. Why don't you use it for a few weeks? Don't tell anyone that you're there....mmm hmmm...yes, I'll text you the details and call you if things change or if I can use you. I'll have $10,000 in cash for you to pick up at the concierge desk when you check in...oh, you're welcome. Have fun and... Mandi? Don't worry. Good-Bye."

As soon as she hangs up, Ms. Brennan dials her phone again.

"Hello Director, I appreciate you taking my call right away... What's that?... I guess you're right, you had no choice, I guess, that is if you want to keep your position...Well yes. After all, you are appointed by the President. Isn't that correct?...No Director, I will not elaborate on my conversation with the President's office, but I just want to make it clear that the rights of women are being jeopardized by the incompetence of your men assigned to this case... I know, but I'm about to lose my patience with this investigation. The reason I called is that I want you to delay bringing charges against Mr. Strickland's father and brother as long as possible... No, do not let them talk to an attorney or the press for as long as you can...Yes. I know they have rights but delay those rights for as long as you can. We need to rescue Miss Kano and let her do as she had planned as quickly as possible.... Well, I understand, but we cannot afford any more negative publicity.

"Now as I understand it, you and the President both agree because of that Associated Press records scandal that having that reporter Jennifer Lewis' phone tapped is out of the question?... Yeah...Well, okay.... I guess I can't ask and get the moon now, can I? Well, that's it for now...yes, you can bet I'll be in touch. Goodbye Director." (Click)

@ @ @ @

An FBI vehicle pulls up to the Space Flight Industries building just as a wiry middle aged man gets out of his car. The man matches the picture Ben had on his phone when he ran a Google search for a Dr. Henry Wells. He received over 150 hits. The doctor had been involved in many studies.

"Excuse us, Dr. Wells. I'm Agent Turner from the FBI. We'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Sure...What is this about? I just got back from a cruise with my wife less than an hour ago. Being so close to Port Canaveral, it's really easy to have a bag packed, and when we come across a bargain and I'm not too busy here, we go."

"Can we talk to you inside your office?"

"Sure, come on in."

As Dr. Wells gets into the lobby with the agents in tow, Angela greets him.

"Dr. Wells, I'm so glad you're back. We couldn't reach you... we must have left you over 20 messages."

"I'm sorry Angela. You know if I'm truly going to relax, I have to leave my phone right here in the office. What's so important?"

"It's Lance."

"Excuse me? I'm FBI Agent Turner and I'm here to ask Dr. Wells a few questions, and you are...?"

"I'm Angie, Dr. Wells' intern and registered nurse here."

"Okay, Nurse Angie... please wait outside Dr. Wells' office with Agent Moody. I'll have some questions for you after I finish with the doctor."

Angela is escorted out of the office by Agent Moody. The scowl on her face directed at the Agent is ignored by everyone.

"So, Dr. Wells... you've been out of town."

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"Just five days...We left Wednesday and got back this morning."

"And you don't know anything about the situation with Lance Strickland and his whereabouts?"

"I told you I was out of town."

"Okay. Well, Mr. Strickland is wanted by the FBI for abducting his girlfriend, Sandi Kano, and was last seen Thursday afternoon abducting her from a public building."

Dr. Wells is visibly taken aback.

"Lance wouldn't do such a thing. There must be some good explanation or someone mistook what they saw."

"No Doc, we have Lance on surveillance tape and believe me, there is no mistaking that Miss Kano left with him and not of her own free will."

The silence in the room is first broken by Agent Turner.

"Dr. Wells, we believe Lance came here last night, but for what, we don't know. Here he is in this video loading a large crate into an airplane. Does this crate look like it came from this lab?"

"I don't know..."

"Dr. Wells I see you do a lot of research."

"Yes we do. Why?"

"I am willing to bet you get a lot of funding from federal grants."

Henry nods his head, affirming that his funding is provided by the federal government.

"One phone call, Dr. Wells, and the funding goes away. I'm looking for your full and immediate cooperation. If I even think you're withholding information from me I'll have five auditors here in less than an hour and I'm willing to bet you and your wife will have a lot of cruises to pick from because you will have more free time available. Do I make myself clear Dr. Wells?"

Henry lets out a heavy sigh and says, "Let me see your surveillance video again."

Agent Casey raises his phone so the doctor can get a second look. It shows Lance and someone else rolling a crate off the truck. Because of the angle of the camera, he cannot get a good look at Lance's accomplice. If he did, he would have recognized Ryan and then would have realized there is something more to this story. Ryan was a frequent guest on George and Henry's fishing expeditions.

"Do you know what's in the box, Doc?"

"I think so. Come with me, gentlemen."

Henry takes the men out the back door of his office, passes the four observation rooms and leads them down the hallway to the exit. He walks them along with a fast walking Agent Moody across the parking lot and into the next building. Henry does not look up at the agents until he arrives at the door marked SUPPLY AND EQUIPMENT ROOM. After selecting one of the keys on his keychain, he opens the door.

"Does Lance have a key to this room?"

"Yes. He usually keeps it locked up in his lock--"

Ben interrupts, "That's right. It was recovered in his things that Agent Moody confiscated."

"So how'd he get in here?"

"Our uncooperative Miss Angela admits that Lance may have taken her keys out of her locker. Well actually, she volunteered that after I threatened her with aiding and abetting."

"Thank you, Agent Moody."

As Dr. Wells walks into the room he glances at the empty corner where the box was before he left for his cruise. He walks over to the now empty medicine cabinet.

"What is it, Doc?"

"Well gentlemen, if I were you, I would hurry over to the Kennedy Space Center and see if their Orion deep space capsule and a Delta IV rocket are missing."

"What do you mean?"

"It looks like Lance and Sandi are preparing to go to Mars."

"That's crazy, Doc!"

"It may be, but why would Lance want to keep Sandi in a sustained sleep? Doesn't he know that when she wakes up his problems with the authorities will still be there?"

"You're right, Doc."

Ben looks away and murmurs under his breath, "...or would they?"

Since Henry is still in the dark and this may be the only time to get an honest answer, Agent Turner asks, "Doc can you think of anywhere Mr. Strickland would go to hide and get this sustained sleep contraption set up without being discovered?"

"No, I don't. Anywhere there is power, I guess."

"Do you know a Mr. Tanner?"

"Yes, I do."

At that moment Henry thinks about Ryan's bunkhouse.

"Is there a place that either Lance or Mr. Tanner would know about?"

"A place Mr. Tanner knows about? Is Ryan involved in this too?"

Agent Casey and Agent Turner glance at each other and Henry realizes the answer.

"Agent Turner, I'm not answering any more questions! Get your auditors here as soon as you like because if Ryan is involved, I know there's more to this story."

Agent Casey's phone rings.

"Hello...yes... mmmhmmm... Okay. Hold on."

"Chief? They apprehended Ryan Tanner not too long ago at the Asheville Airport. Our agents were waiting for him at the ramp."

"Why weren't we notified earlier?"

"He called the tower five miles south of the airport and the tower gave us a two minute advanced notice until he taxied onto the ramp. They let him get out of the plane, then they took him down and stormed the aircraft."

"What about Lance and Sandi?"

"No, they weren't on board and Ryan Tanner isn't talking."

"Tell the agent in charge to put Mr. Tanner on one of the jets and bring him back to DeLand. Have our guys go over that King Air top to bottom and see if there's any record of his whereabouts recorded on his navigational equipment."

"Uh huh...okay."

"The agent is concerned about not reading Mr. Tanner his rights and asking him to waive his rights of extradition."

"Tell him I got my orders from the top. Just do what I say and get back to us if they learn anything more."

"Okay. They got it."

"Agent Moody, drive us back to the airport."

"Yes sir."

"Dr. Wells, we'll be back if we need any more information from you. In the meantime, don't talk to anybody and I'll consider not calling off the funding on your project. Goodbye."

The three agents walked out the door.

"Angie, what in the world is going on around here?" "Dr. Wells, maybe next time you'll take your phone with you and check your messages!"

### 22

Washington D.C.

"Hello Judge Hawthorne? This is Kenneth Doe. I'm senior aide to the President."

"Yes, Mr. Doe, what can I help you with?"

"We heard through the beltway grapevine that you may be retiring soon."

"Oh? Where did you hear that?"

"We have our sources. The President is very appreciative of your service on the bench. He just told me he is going to have a difficult time finding a replacement to fill your robe, so to speak."

"Well, tell the President that I'm flattered, but that can't be the reason why you called."

"You're right, Judge. The President is concerned about what he read this morning in the paper about what's happening down in Florida."

"What? He's concerned about the migration of the Right Whales off the coast?"

"No Judge...he's concerned about the abduction of the woman down in Florida and the repercussions of having the woman's decision delayed."

"So what are you trying to say?"

"Due to current events, the President would like you to delay your decision. Any vacancy that he may need to fill might come under greater scrutiny right now."

"I'll take that into consideration and get back to you on that, Mr. Doe."

"Thank you, Judge."

@ @ @ @

St. Simons Island

The view overlooking the marsh would have been relaxing if it were not for the present circumstances. It's already ten in the morning and Lance has just dragged himself out of bed. The events from last night and early this morning are now all but a blur to him. The drive from the airport to Scott Rassmusson's marshfront home took fifteen minutes. He did not say or see much on the drive. By the time he got Sandi out of the truck and onto the Extended Space Flight Machine that he and Scott set up in the guest room, it was 3:30 AM. Scott told Lance to go upstairs to the master suite and get some rest while he kept watch over the patient. Lance agreed after he gave Scott a quick course on reading the monitor display and asked him to call if any monitors moved above the red lines.

"Good morning, kid. I thought I heard you stirring around."

"Scott, you sure have a great view from up there."

"This was one of the last deep water access lots left on the island. My yacht's down in Grand Bahamas. I took it down there last month. It's usually tied up here in the summer months. The trip from this here to the airport in Atlanta is less than 30 minutes."

The whole third floor is a master suite with two balconies which overlook the pool and the thousand-foot boardwalk that leads to the dock. The second floor has a big kitchen, a living room, formal dining room, and two spacious guestrooms with private baths. The first floor includes a three-car garage, gym, game room, and mother-in-law-suite.

Sandi is staying in the mother-in-law-suite. Scott moved the bed that was there and put it in the game room. With the second and third floors having such magnificent views of the Glynn County Marsh, Lance realized that this was the last time he would spend the night in such a comfortable bed enjoying the view. He could not run the risk of being seen from any of the large picture windows that surround the home. The in-law suite and windowless game room were where he will be staying from now on.

"I had this house built right after the last hurricane that came through and devastated the island. This house has a lot of surprises that will keep it safe through a level four hurricane. You have a generator and an external fuel tank that will keep the whole house energized for two months-- even longer if you don't use all three air-conditioning systems."

"I'll just fix us some breakfast. Go take a shower. I have plenty of clothes available for you in the two closets. You're lucky you and I are the same size."

"It's not luck, Scott... it's all in God's hands."

"You may be right kid, because from what I've heard and seen so far, no one can be this lucky."

"Amen to that!"

### 23

DeLand Airport

"Agent Turner, I'm having a hard time determining where to put this helicopter down on the ramp. Where did all these people come from?"

"I don't know."

The signs people are holding before the news crew cameras read, "Don't Kill Lance's Baby," "Abortion Harms Women," "Adoption is the Answer," and so on.

"It looks like it's going to get harder from here on out. Cooperation with the public is gonna be a challenge, Chief."

"I know Ben...I know."

"Put it down over there on the grass and we'll walk on over to the hangar."

The two agents disembark and walk over to the side entrance.

"Ben, close that door! I can't hear anything over those people shouting!"

Ben closes the door while feeling the weight of the crowd's serious and concerned stares.

(Dialing) "Hey, this is Agent Turner. I want you to park the jet over on the north ramp. We'll have a car waiting for you. Bring Mr. Tanner to the Volusia County Courthouse. I'll have a conference room set up for him. Don't go near the Sheriff's hangar on the way to town. I don't want Mr. Tanner emboldened by the protesters...good...okay... we'll meet you there."

"This is Jennifer Lewis reporting from the DeLand Airport. We are with this large group of people who came out to support the efforts of Lance Strickland."

"Hello. Would you tell me your name and why you're here?"

"I'm Pam McKorvey. My husband Norman and I, along with the members of Bowler Baptist Church, are here to let Lance know that we're praying for him and his family and to support him in any way possible."

"How would you like to do that? I mean--is there anything you want to say to all the people who are watching?"

"Yes. This is a child that the mother Sandi Kano is carrying. He or she has been loved the moment of conception by his or her father as you can see by the great lengths this father is going through to protect the child. So, Lance if you are listening, keep up the fight, stay strong, and America, don't sell this child's life for $25,000! There's still hope for this child as long as they are out there somewhere."

"Jen?"

"Yes Phil."

"How far along is Sandi?"

"According to my sources, Sandi is twelve weeks along in the pregnancy."

"So, how long does Lance need to stay on the run until the baby is protected?"

"That's hard to say right now."

"Why's that?"

"There are a lot of questions that would have to be answered by someone with more law experience than this reporter. It all could depend on what state they are in. After 24 weeks in some parts of the country, an abortion would become illegal unless the mother's life is at stake. Who determines this will be anybody's guess at this point because some states have broad exceptions for the health of the mother. It leaves it up to physician's discretion for what constitutes a health issue."

"Okay, Jen, so getting to the first hurdle of 24 weeks leaves twelve weeks remaining."

"Yes, Phil. It appears that Lance would have to stay hidden for at least another twelve weeks for his child to have a chance at survival, and again let me say that this isn't guaranteed. We're treading on some new ground here with some big issues the courts may now have to confront."

### 24

"Yes, Candee... how can I help you?"

"Maude, my whole office is glued to that FOX Channel just watching the circus down there in Florida. You promised me an exclusive and now, thanks to that reporter Jennifer Lewis, I missed a great opportunity to scoop all my peers on the major networks. I can't just sit by and not respond to those running the story and commenting on our rival network."

"Candee, you need to just sit tight and continue doing what you're doing which is nothing. I talked to the executives over on the major networks and they said they will do their best to make sure they cover the story as little as possible. Once Lance Strickland is found, I will make sure you get exclusive access to what I and the authorities have. If Miss Kano is willing, I'll let her share how devastating this ordeal has been for her. So, be patient...she's yours. Right now you need to stay quiet and let this crazy plot that Mr. Strickland created come to a quick end and leave it as that. Okay?"

"Okay..."

"Goodbye." (Click)

Ms. Brennan dials Agent Turner.

"Agent Turner, where are they?"

"I don't know exactly, but we're closing in on our Lance Strickland. We just apprehended Ryan Tanner and are probably going to charge him with accessory after the fact unless he brings us right to Lance and Sandi. Mr. Strickland's been using Tanner's resources to evade us for this long and I believe without Mr. Tanner's help, we should be hearing about them soon."

"All right Agent Turner, but no more slip-ups. I can't tell you how critically important it is to catch them now. Not next week, not next month, but NOW!!" (Click)

"Yes ma'am...hello...?" (Click)

Agent Turner dials his lab tech.

"Hello, Michael, anything?" Uh huh... uh huh.... good. Send us a readout." (Click) "Mr. Strickland, I hope you can feel us breathing down your neck." (Dialing) "Ben, Michael is sending you a readout on the whereabouts of Mr. Tanner's plane over the last 24 hours. Go through it with a fine tooth comb and call the field offices to get our agents scouring the airports on where he touched down and to start asking some questions!"

@ @ @ @

"Okay, we're back at the DeLand airport where Jennifer Lewis has just informed us that Lance's family has arrived."

"Jennifer?"

"That's right, Phil. I'm here with Lance's mother, father, and brother."

"Mrs. Strickland, I'm Jennifer Lewis with FOX News. Do you have any information on your son, Lance?"

"No I don't Miss Lewis. I just left the courthouse where the FBI was holding my son Colt and my husband George. They brought them back from Georgia in the middle of last night and released them less than a half hour ago. We are here this afternoon to thank whoever provided us with an attorney from Chicago. Apparently he arrived at the courthouse with a lot of legal demands toward those who were holding my husband and son."

"And who were they?"

"The FBI. They took over the second floor of the old courthouse. Did you know they have a jail up there?"

"No, I didn't."

"Well anyway, the lawyer told me that he called the Director of the FBI and told him to either charge them with a crime or let them go."

"What is the lawyer's name?"

"He gave me his card. Let's see...his name is Evan Hughes. He is from the Thomas More Society."

"We'll run a check on him and have some information available for our viewers later today. So Mrs. Strickland, the FBI just let them go?"

"Yes Jennifer, please call me Dorris...Mr. Hughes said that the FBI didn't want to go on the record to defend why they were arresting people who were trying to save a life. They released them because what they said was a lack of evidence that George and Colt had any knowledge of what was going on. Miss Lewis, I want to say thank you to all the people who came out here to support my son and what he's doing. I also want to thank Mr. Hughes who told us all his services are free to us. So, thank you...thanks to you all."

"Hi Jennifer, I'm George Strickland. I just want to tell you thank you for reporting on this story and standing up to the lies the FBI was telling about my son. I'd like to know what kind of person would put up a reward to kill my grandchild?

"Oh, Mr. Strickland, I'm working on verifying the facts, and may have something for you at the end of the day on that."

"Hi Jennifer, I'm Lance's brother, Colt. I want to say thanks to you and to all the people who came to support our family. I want your viewers to know that although the legal assistance we received thus far has been provided pro bono, my Aunt Moni has set up a legal defense fund for Lance and his family at Mainstreet Community Bank here in DeLand. She's set up a website with family pictures of Lance so viewers can learn more about him. Go to LanceStrickland.com and follow the link to donate."

"Okay. We'll check that out. Thanks, Strickland family."

"Phil, now back to you...."

"Thanks for your report, Jennifer... LanceStrickland.com... I'll have to check it out. Now to our weather...Pamela?"

@ @ @ @

"Mr. Tanner, I'm Agent Turner and this is Agent Casey. Sit down. You know we're going to find him either with or without your help. We have you freely aiding and abetting a criminal on the run. You helped plan his escape from the area and according to these surveillance videos, you were a willing participant. Just to let you know, the IRS, EPA, and any other agencies you might have dealings with will be auditing you, your business, your family, and your family's businesses. This is going to be real bad for the Tanner Family."

"Mr. Turner, Mr. Casey, it looks like you have this all figured out. Do you have any kids, Mr. Turner?"

"It's Agent Turner to you and that's none of your concern Mr. Tanner."

"Well, if you do, they should be old enough to be married and maybe have kids of their own. Do you have any grandkids, Mr. Turner?"

"I don't see how this is relevant, considering all the trouble you're in!"

"If you do have grandkids, I just want you to think about them right now! Imagine you're bouncing him or her on your knee. Now maybe you can think about that and understand when I tell you that you can do to me and to my family what you want, but I'm not going to help you one bit in finding Lance so you can kill that child!!"

"Calm down, Mr. Tanner."

Ryan settles down and takes a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Agent Turner my wise daughter Daire once told me, 'Daddy, You need to find what's worth dying for, and then live for it.' Well, gentlemen, I found something and Lance found it too. I hope you can think of that and realize your threats are no good here."

"Mr. Tanner we have a record of you from your GPS equipment showing that you left DeLand, flew to Titusville, then to Foley, Alabama before we caught up with you up in Asheville. Now I know Lance was with you when you left Titusville. So that leads me to believe that you left them over in Alabama. We have agents scouring the Lower Alabama area and it's only a matter of time before we find them. Time is of the essence Mr. Tanner. If one of our agents comes upon them unexpectedly and there is an altercation that has dire results, I'm going to hold you responsible...What's so funny? Why the smirk?"

"You said it's only a matter of time, Agent Turner. Time. Time is what Lance is praying for and, yes it is very important. I'd like to speak to my lawyer now, gentlemen."

"Alright Mr. Tanner, we'll have your lawyer here as soon as we get a hold of him. Excuse us."

Both agents exit the interrogation room and walk back to their temporary desks. Agent Turner dials his phone.

" Director, I know that attorney Hughes is pressuring you about Mr. Tanner, but you need to stonewall as best you can. If we let him go before we find them, he may continue to help Mr. Strickland in evading us... I know... He doesn't scare easily and has resources available to cause major problems for us. One of the agents found the ambulance hidden on his property. Let's charge him with receiving stolen goods...mmm hmmm... It'll take three days before he can go before a judge to plead his case. We'll then drop the charges...yes, I understand, but I need those three days, Director...Good... Thank you... yes, I do know how much pressure you're under... The President's chief advisor? Why, yes. That is a big deal...Yes sir, Director... yes, we all want the President to look good...Yes, I know what's at stake...Bye, sir." (Click)

### 25

St. Simons Island

"I could smell that sweet bacon as soon as I got out of the shower. It looks like you cooked enough for the whole Stetson football team."

"Come on over here. Sit down Lance, and eat. There's enough beef, pork, and chicken in the two commercial freezers downstairs to last you six months. How was the shower?"

"I didn't know a shower head can make a shower feel so invigorating... Any news?"

"Yeah, it looks like that FOX reporter's taking the bull by the horns again. I saw your mom, dad, and brother on TV. She interviewed them along with some supporters at the airport in DeLand. Is it true that Sandi is twelve weeks pregnant?"

"Yup, according to my conversation with her four days ago, she said she was twelve weeks along. We talked about waiting until she was starting to show just in case, (sniff) just in case something naturally happened to the baby. We didn't want to get everyone's hopes up and then be the bearer of bad news."

"Twelve weeks? How long do you think she was keeping this quiet from you?"

She started blowing up at me over small things about five weeks ago, so I guess she's known since about that time. I should have known something was up when she informed me her mom was coming to visit a few weeks ago."

"Why is that unusual?"

"She visits Sandi for a week twice a year, during the first week of June and then the third week in December. She's been doing that ever since I've known Sandi. So, she came in unexpectedly last month and, without my knowledge, came to help Sandi go through with this plan of hers. Sandi must have had her mom staying at a hotel in the Orlando area so I wouldn't know about what was going on."

"The reporter said that according to each state's set of laws, the baby doesn't have legal protection until a certain time in the pregnancy."

"That's right. It's when the baby is viable. Some states have no protection at all. Georgia has a law of twenty weeks, 140 days, based on the fact that a baby could feel pain at that age. Another thing to consider is, if I'm apprehended and Sandi is rescued after twenty weeks but before the baby is born, there's a possibility that Sandi could just travel to a state where there is little or no protection for an unborn child."

"Let's just concentrate on getting over the first hurdle of twenty weeks... Viable @ 140 days, which is eight weeks from now."

"Fifty six days to avoid contact with the outside world...56 days of worrying that the car coming down your driveway is coming to arrest me...to wake Sandi up and terminate my child's life...."

"Whoa...hold on, kid. We just need to be one step ahead of them and take it just one day at a time. I'm letting all my friends and family know that this house has an infestation of termites and will have to be fumigated and repaired. I'll be renting another home over on Sea Island until repairs are made, and I don't plan on making it back here until March."

"Oh...okay."

"During all this time I'll be working in Atlanta, vacationing on my yacht in the Bahamas, skiing near my lodge in Aspen, Colorado, and spending time on Sea Island. I should be far enough away not to bring suspicion, and near enough to help out if you need anything. This part of the island is a ghost town in the late fall and winter. I'll have signs posted on the road and around the perimeter that will read, 'Danger! Extermination in Progress: Poisonous Gas.' I doubt you'll have many visitors."

"I sure hope this works."

Lance closes his eyes and shakes his head gently in disgust.

"You know Scott, it's ironic and sort of morbid that I'm relying on an extermination sign to help prevent an extermination."

"Don't think about that, kid."

"As the days go by, I have a plan to buy us more time if needed, but in the meantime, here."

"What's this?"

"It's a cell phone my company's been developing for the CIA."

"It looks like a regular smart phone to me."

"It is, except it can't be traced."

"What do you mean it can't be traced?"

"RASSMUCOM is on the cutting edge of some GM Cellular Technology that no other company has even heard of."

"How does it work?"

"Let me show you... Go to the GM icon. It stands for Google Mapping. Zoom into any place in the world."

"Let's go to Seattle."

"Good... find the Space Needle... zoom in... Press the phone icon. Now look... you just overlaid a live picture of all the cell phones that are at the Needle...see all those moving dots? Click on one."

"Let's see.... Mike Hogan... Phone number 201-555-5016. Address—9 Seaview Court, Bayonne, New Jersey. Hmmm... He must be a tourist."

"Okay. You can call him by clicking here, or now--this is the cool stuff--you can click here and dial someone and whoever you selected will see an incoming call from our Mike Hogan at 201-555-5016. If Mr. Hogan's phone is ever traced, what the authorities will find is that you are now making the in coming call from the top of the Space Needle in Seattle, Washington."

"Will Mr. Hogan suspect anything?"

"Only if he checks his phone bill, but the phone company would be adamant that Mr. Hogan actually placed the call."

"What if Mr. Hogan makes a call at the same time?

"It won't allow that. Mr. Hogan will receive an 'all networks are busy' and you will see this phone icon pop up showing that he's trying to use the phone. All the blinking dots you see are people using their phones. It would be a smart idea to use a dot that hasn't blinked in a while."

"You're also able to tag and track people based on their phone numbers. Give me someone's phone number."

"Okay, now try 386-555-1973. Watch the map zoom out of Seattle across the United States to... Titusville, Florida... Dr. Henry Wells...He or his phone is on the southeast side of an office building on the University of Central Florida's Space Coast campus."

"Yeah, Dr. Wells is probably eating his egg salad sandwich, pickle, and diet ginger ale right about now at his desk."

"I was also able to tag a few numbers based on the live news reports I was watching a few hours ago at the DeLand Airport. Here is your mom's cell. It looks like she and your brother Colt are eating at Cook's Buffet on Woodland Boulevard. I know your dad was at the support rally with your mother, but I didn't pick up his cell phone. He must have not had it on.

"No, Dad's probably the only one you know who doesn't carry his cell phone."

"Well, that's a good way to stay off the grid."

"Yeah and my mom won't go to Cook's without my dad. He loves the lamb and likes to pay cash for everything. He'll give the server cash with a big tip."

"Here's the reporter who broke the story, Jennifer Lewis. She's inside an office building located at 336 North Woodland Boulevard."

"Jennifer Lewis! I know her... She and I went to high school together. She was on the school newspaper team and in a couple of my classes. We even debated against each other in speech class. She won. I thought she was pretty but I knew she was out of my league. She went to UCF, I think, and I couldn't believe it when I saw her reporting on channel 13 then go on to FOX 35. I never told Sandi that I knew her because Sandi always seems to be jealous of anybody else's success...So how does this technology work?"

"If I told you, then I'd have to kill you."

Lance laughs, "Oh, really? Okay, then... how can I trust it?"

"Lance, all you need to know is that we're receiving a scrambled signal that as far as the federal government can tell, is originating from China. Our server is hidden through our partners in Hong Kong. The scrambled signal is being monitored by our government along with hundreds of other signals coming out of China. For most of them, the Feds can unscramble with their secretive super-computers, but ours is one of about a dozen that they just can't crack. Hidden inside the signal is a key that unlocks, interrogates, and overrides data from all the cellular carriers in the United States. We were able to get the access thanks to a top secret program at the CIA that has let us in through a back door."

"All right... I believe I can trust it. Can I call my mom and dad? I know they're worried sick about me."

"You have to be patient, Lance. Their phones are probably being monitored. We have to pace ourselves...a few wild goose chases, and the FBI will know you're getting help from someone with some serious technical savvy."

Lance chuckles, "Do you have 'technical savvy' printed on your business cards?"

Scott grins. "Kid, when you're in my league, you don't need business cards...Let me tell you, Lance, sooner or later, they'll make a connection between you and me and then we'll need to be ready for them."

"Right."

"I'll have a similar phone with me at all times. Here's the number, and I have your number so we can track each other. But of course I don't expect to see you moving from here other than about 100 feet to the right or left of your present position...right?"

"I sure hope so."

### 26

"Ben, what do you have?"

"I did some checking and I found that Dorris Strickland was raised in Gulf Shores, Alabama. Her parents, Mike and Linda Taft, have a 50-acre farm there. He also owned a stump removal business. Dorris has three brothers, lots of uncles, aunts, and cousins that total close to 50 relatives."

"Alright. I want you to fly out there and head up this search operation. Interview anybody who may know Lance Strickland."

"The agent who's in charge at the LA (Lower Alabama) Bureau has informed me about an hour ago that the trail's gone cold around the airport. The time the GPS showed Mr. Tanner arriving and departing was before the flight line opened. We can't verify whether or not anyone met them at the airport and had access to the gate code. The airport is a low-risk airport and doesn't have any high tech surveillance equipment."

"Good... I'm going to give a press conference over at the courthouse and then I'll fly out there to meet you. This case has reached high priority status for the Administration. As a result, we've just received two corporate jets and one more helicopter from Washington to use to accomplish the mission. When I announce the area where we suspect he's hiding, we should get lots of leads, so expect to hit the ground running."

@ @ @ @

"Jim? Scott. Tomorrow morning I want you to take the Lear down to Mobile. Get a courtesy car from the flight line and go to that restaurant that staples all those dollar bills to the ceiling. Take your family with you. Then after lunch, take the jet up to Aspen and stay at the house as long as you like, but for at least three days. Come back to Atlanta when you've had enough fun."

"What are you up to, Scott?"

"I can't tell you, but you need to trust me."

"Alright...I will. Somehow I feel like I should. My wife and kids should be thrilled. Grant just got a pair of skis for his birthday and the kids can take their school work with them. What should I tell them about the trip south?"

"Tell them that I'm down there and you're going to pick me up to join you for your ski vacation. But I'll have a change of plans once you arrive at the restaurant to meet me. Oh, when you are travelling, I want you to appear really secretive. Order a bunch of extra food and tell the server that you'll take it to go. Don't let anyone else on the plane. Okay?"

"Okay...is this where this trust comes in?"

"Right."

"The less I know the better. Right?"

"Right."

"Alright, boss. I hope when I'm skiing, my old injury doesn't act up."

"Jim, I don't want to discuss your old injury."

"All I can say, Boss, is I'm glad I don't watch the news."

"That makes two of us, Jim. Have a good time. I'll fill you in later. Hopefully, much later."

@ @ @ @

FOX Studios, Orlando

(Knock-knock) "Come in."

"Burt, I'm not going over to the courthouse for that press conference. I know that the other networks will cover it, but I'm not going to help in any way by asking the public to report on the whereabouts of Lance Strickland. They're just using us. They have no hard leads at this time and are hoping that by our broadcasting what little they do have, they can generate some. I'm working on a surprise story that you will see at eight that will more than make up for the lost coverage. Trust me Chief, you will be proud."

"I always have. Go get ready for your report."

"Thanks, Chief." Jennifer kisses Burt gently on the cheek as she walks past him and exits down the hall on her way to the airport.

@ @ @ @

The historic Volusia County Courthouse has eleven steps leading up to the front door. Agent Turner is standing on the top step talking to the local reporters from channels 4, 6, 9, and 13.

Agent Douglas is standing off to the side looking at the plaque that hangs on the wall in front of the Courthouse that reads, "The preservation of this place in DeLand's history is one of the reasons the town has been voted Best Small Town in numerous magazines nationwide. This preservation of DeLand's past did not happen by accident. When the new courthouse was built in 2001, the Volusia County Administration, facing an unpopular budget, had plans to renovate this old building and turn it into staff offices. While looking through old records, the town historian found that the family who donated the land and building stipulated in the deed that, if the courthouse ceased to be a courthouse, the property will revert back to the family's kin. Given this piece of information, the County decided to preserve the building and use it occasionally for special circumstances."

Agent Douglas thinks to himself, "I'm glad that someone had the foresight to put the family's wishes on the record because given enough time, people's memories fade and attitudes can slowly change. You can't trust a politician to go back and research the intent of a law, especially if doing so is unpopular to one's objective."

Agent Turner's statement is short and to the point: "We believe Mr. Strickland and Miss Kano are somewhere in the vicinity of Foley, Alabama. We have tracked Ryan Tanner's plane to that area early this morning. We know that Mr. Strickland's mother was born and raised in the Foley/Orange Beach area. We have agents there now knocking on doors asking for information. Again, I would like to remind everyone that there is now a $50,000 reward for information leading to the capture of Lance Strickland. You can leave an anonymous tip and I ensure you that all information will be kept confidential. We can also disperse the reward money in that same anonymous fashion if you prefer. Please call the number on the bottom of your TV screen if you have any information. Thank you."

"Agent Turner, Tony Scalia, NBC News. Do you have any surveillance video of Mr. Strickland on the ground in Foley, Alabama?"

"We don't, but we know the plane landed there with him in it and took off without him."

"And how's that?"

"When we caught up with Ryan Tanner in North Carolina, we were able to determine by tracing the King Air's GPS footprint that the plane left Central Florida last night, stopped in Foley, then flew on to Asheville. Unless Mr. Strickland and Miss Kano used a parachute, they're somewhere in Lower Alabama."

"Agent Turner, when you say Central Florida, do you mean DeLand?"

"They left DeLand last night. That's all the time I have for questions...good afternoon."

Agent Turner excuses himself by slipping through the front door of the courthouse and walks quickly up to his office to get ready for his plane ride to Foley. He figures that he's ducked Mr. Scalia's Central Florida question quite effectively. No sense bringing up the Extended Space Program down in Titusville if he doesn't have to.

@ @ @ @

Lance is happy he is able to maneuver all the functions of his phone without Scott's help. He watches the live press conference on the steps of the courthouse on the local NBC station. He zooms into Downtown DeLand using Google Maps and continues to zoom in right down onto the courthouse steps, focusing in on the one dot that appears to be situated on the top step. The phone number of the dot, 201-555-9421 US Government, is overlaid on that top step. He selects to track the number and is almost giddy as he tracks over the next few hours the dot move from the DeLand Airport toward the direction of Foley, Alabama.

He chuckles to himself,

"I got you now, Agent Turner."

### 27

"Hello, FBI? Yeah...I was watching the television and you say that couple from Florida--you know the one with that guy who kidnapped his girlfriend?... Mmmm hmmm. I heard he did that for a good reason and I'm not going to judge, but hey, we all can use 50 grand, right? Anyway, I think I heard they checked into a condo at Orange Beach. My friend Betty cleans the rooms over at the Condo Cove Marina, and she says she saw them go into unit 425 about 5:00 AM this morning.... That's right. She didn't want to call 'cause of all that reporting on that FOX Channel, but, uh, like I said before, fifty grand is a lot of money. Yeah... my name is Cindy Pelozi. I'm workin' right now but I'm on a smoke break. I'll have my phone on if you catch 'em.... Yes...Call me right away 'cause I could quit my job right now, know what I mean? I hate shucking and cleaning oysters. If I don't see another oyster as long as I live it'll be okay with me.... Okay... right... you got a lot of calls and I know it'll take time, but don't forget me....yes, Cindy Pelozi, Unit 425, Condo Cove Marina over in Orange Beach. I'll be watching the TV...You catch them there and the money is mine, right? Thanks...bye."

Over the Gulf of Mexico

"Chief, we received over 1,500 leads from your press conference."

"Good, Agent Casey. Give priority to any leads that are near Dorris Strickland's extended family. I'm on my way there now."

"Chief, you may want to bring the helicopter over here because we couldn't land the jet at Foley Municipal because the runway is only 3700 feet long. I saw some tire marks in the grass overrun that a King Air might have made if Tanner landed short. We decided to land over in Mobile and drove the rest of the way."

"How are the interviews going?"

"Not so good. They're not cooperating and not allowing us access without a warrant. The judge in Mobile is busy signing warrants as we speak."

"Once they're done, break your team into groups of five and search each residence, and then leave an agent nearby to keep watch so they don't move back into an area that has already been cleared. The Director's coordinating with the Department of Homeland Security about borrowing some of their resources, but until then, I'm calling the Atlanta Office to send you more manpower. I want to close this noose around Lance Strickland. He can't hide for much longer."

### 28

FOX Studios, New York City

"Hello? This is Governor Huckabee. Do you all know about the abduction situation happening down in Florida right now? For those of you who don't, let me bring you up to date. There is a young man who prevented his girlfriend from going ahead with having an abortion by taking her out of the hospital last Thursday, just minutes before she was going to have the baby terminated. He has been on the run with her for the last four days and is in hiding somewhere in, well, let me just say, the Southeast.

The FBI has initiated a tremendous manhunt for this individual. We would normally put his picture on the screen for all to see, but under these circumstances we choose not to. On the Huckabee Show, we don't want to be in any way associated with helping authorities catch up to this individual. His picture is available on the other networks who, no surprise here, are not elaborating on the story. I'm confident that if this individual is able to elude the FBI much longer, the mainstream media will be reporting on the mother and how dangerous the boyfriend is. But they won't report on the true victim here, the unborn child. The baby's chance at life could be taken away at any moment because of the misguided actions of the mother!"

"As of right now, we have on our show the reporter who broke the real story of this case. She just flew in from Florida. Let me introduce our very own FOX Affiliate reporter, Jennifer Lewis." (Applause turns into a standing ovation.)

"Thanks for coming."

"Thank you, Governor Huckabee, for having me."

"Well, let's get right into it, shall we? How did you find out the girlfriend was pregnant?"

"I really can't divulge my sources. This is an ongoing investigation, and as you said in your introduction, you don't want to help the authorities. But, what I can say is that the father has a heart for children. Right before he rescued his child, he was giving aid to a mother and child who were victims of an automobile accident. He was at the hospital informing the mother about the condition of her son when he came upon his fiancée who was on her way to have their unborn child aborted."

"So, she was having an abortion in the hospital?"

"That's right, Governor. Apparently the doctor just started performing these procedures under a requirement related to some federal grants, ironically, for their neonatal unit! It was buried in the fine print of the program. Once attention was called to this practice, the Board of Directors immediately pulled out of the program and apologized for their lack of oversight. They blamed the issue on the complicated pile of paperwork that is now required from the federal government in order to participate in any of their health programs. The doctor in this case has moved out and cannot be reached for comment."

"Wow... now that's a story we can further investigate, but let's get back to the father."

"Sure. He's been just one step in front of the authorities since Thursday."

"Do you know anything about the condition of the mother?"

"No, as far as I know, she could still be unconscious. We know the father is a paramedic and he has been working on his degree in anesthesiology. The mother is a practicing lawyer with a law degree from Stetson University covering cases for Stone, Sanford, and Butler, a pretty prestigious law firm in DeLand. She is an only child. Her mother has been divorced three times and is now single. The father's parents reside in DeLand and have been married around 30 years. He has one brother who, along with his dad, has been accused of helping him evade the authorities. As far as we know, they are not being charged."

"I heard there is reward money out for information leading to the apprehension of the two."

"Yes, Governor... it seems as if someone or some organization is helping with the investigation by putting up a substantial amount of money while remaining anonymous."

"Why do you think someone would do this and not identify themselves?"

"Governor, it may be that whoever is behind this may not want anyone to know their true motives behind the reward. You know as well as I know that there are organizations out there, like Planned Parenthood, who will do just about anything to prevent people from truly analyzing and evaluating what our society has done to the level of 1.2 million unborn children in this country who are aborted annually. If the father is successful and his child is rescued and not aborted, then there is finally a face connected to this tragedy that some of us call choice."

"Jennifer, do you have any proof that any Pro-Choice organizations are involved?"

"Yes I do, Governor. This is a video of yesterday's evening press conference at the DeLand Airport."

"I see...This is when you broke the story."

"Yes. We were able to catch an image of a woman on our surveillance monitor around our news truck. This woman, as you can see here, disconnected the power to our microphone while I was informing the lead investigator of my findings."(Showing a video clip)

"Is she holding a cat on her right arm?"

"Yes, Governor... so here we freeze-framed the image and zoomed in on her face."

"That's a good shot."

"Governor, this woman has been identified as Maude Brennan of the National Women's Right to Choose! Here is a picture of the same woman talking at a fundraiser luncheon where she was the keynote speaker. What do you think, Governor? Do we have a match?"

"Unless Ms. Brennan has an identical twin, I'd say it looks as if the NWRTC Chairwoman was trying to stop your broadcast."

"And that's not all. She's been deeply involved in campaign contributions to over 100 individuals in the State and Federal Congressional Offices. This NWRTC is highly organized on the West Coast, especially in California, and has been steadily expanding their influence over the years. Ms. Brennan has not responded personally to my inquiries. Her assistant in California informed me that Ms. Brennan is out of the office on vacation and will not be available until next week."

"It looks like Ms. Brennan has some explaining to do."

"Governor, maybe she'll pick up the phone and call once she hears about this broadcast."

"What would you like to ask her?"

"I'd like to ask her if it is her organization that is putting up the money to find this couple and their baby!"

"Thank you, Jennifer. Please come back and update us on the investigation and let's all pray that this father can keep their whereabouts hidden for a very long time...That's all the time we have for this week...Thank you, folks, for tuning in and until next week, this is Governor Huckabee from our FOX New York studios... Good night!"

### 29

Foley, Alabama

Early the next morning at the hotel restaurant, Agent Turner joins Agent Casey for coffee.

"Any luck with our leads?"

"No...It looks like anybody who is blonde and pregnant is attracting a bunch of callers. I went to that condo last night at the marina. The lady was nine months pregnant. I guess $50,000 will make you believe everybody is a suspect."

The local sheriff walks into the place and walks over to Ben.

"Agent Turner, this is Sheriff Michael Meyer. Sheriff, this is Agent Turner, the lead investigator."

"Nice to meet you, Sheriff."

"I can't say likewise. Agent Turner, your newscast yesterday afternoon caused half this town to go crazy and the other half to go into hiding. I've known Dorris' family for over 40 years; the Taft's are a good family. They like their privacy and believe me, if they're hiding Dorris's son, you might as well call in a few more busloads of agents because they could hide very well. Dorris' dad has been all over the woods and swamps around here, pulling out stumps to take to the mill for the last 50 years."

"Sheriff, if they are here, we will find them."

"I'll do what I need to do, but I'm not volunteering anything...I'm up for re-election next month, and we're a very conservative county."

"Thank you, Sheriff."

"Now with that said, I need you to contact that woman from the NWRTC and tell her don't send any more of her spies around here."

"Spies?"

"My deputies responded to a disturbance down at the Shoney's earlier this morning. It looks like there was a couple who none of us have seen around here. They were just sitting at the restaurant sipping coffee. The waitress, Mary Jane, said they seemed to be eavesdropping on people's conversations...they asked Mary Jane about her job and of course she said she hated it just like half of everybody else who works around here. Anyway, they brought up the $50,000 reward and how that can give anybody a fresh start. They then asked if she'd heard about anything as to where Lance and Sandi might be hiding. She grew suspicious, and then told Lance's cousin David Sterling, who is the dishwasher there, about it. Well sir...David has a short fuse... He goes running out to the dining room and starts asking questions and punches the guy in the jaw when they tried to leave. Dave grabs the man's wallet and checks his ID. The man's name did not match the one that he gave. His real name is Davin Souter. He and his wife are from LA but not this LA . It's Los Angeles, California! They'd flown into Mobile late last night and rented a car. I told them to leave town because I couldn't guarantee their safety."

"Did they want to press charges?"

"Yes, at first, but then when they realized I would need a whole lot of information from 'em, they decided to drop the charges and leave. I'm not sure if they went back to the airport or not, but this incident has a bunch of the townspeople on edge. They're very suspicious of anybody they don't know."

"Thank you, Sheriff Meyer. If I need any of your local help, I'll let you know. But for now my agents and I have booked rooms here and at the Comfort Inn. We'll be using the conference rooms here at the hotel as our command center."

"Listen...these are good people, Agent Turner. Please don't go barging into these people's homes with your guns drawn. As far as I know, you won't find anybody except a relative with a short temper and an itchy trigger finger."

"Sheriff, maybe it'll be a good idea that you do lend us a few of your deputies, so when we go knocking, folks will see a familiar face. But Sheriff, I need your men to respect the element of surprise."

"If it will keep someone from getting hurt, I think my men can oblige."

"Thanks, Sheriff. We'll be in touch."

Agent Turner waits until Sheriff Meyer exits.

"What have you found on the searches, Ben?"

"Not much, Chief. The Sheriff's right. This is a rural area where hunting is popular with the locals. Lance's uncles, aunts, and cousins have more firepower mounted on their walls than we have in our department. They've been mostly polite, but they're not going to help us by volunteering anything. We've gone in all at the same time to surprise them as best as we could, but I think they were tipped off by their neighbors and even by local law enforcement, but I can't prove it. Anyway, we all came up empty. Even the help you're getting from Homeland Security hasn't led to anything."

"I'm disappointed because the Director is taking a big risk in using HLS in our surveillance. If the media gets a hold of that information, we could see a whole lot of fallout from both sides of the aisle."

"Even the neighbors who would talk to us have said that everything's been very quiet."

"So what do your instincts tell you, Agent Casey?"

"Chief, I don't know, but if they're hiding them, we're going to have to wait until one of them slips up, because nobody is talking."

@ @ @ @

Mobile, Alabama

"Want some oysters, Betty?"

"No dear, you know long flights have started to make me queasy and I don't need any extra help from seafood. I'm already three months along, and besides, if I get sick, you'd need to get another co-pilot from Atlanta to come down here and that'll delay us for hours."

"Okay...I don't think another pilot's available. Besides, you're the best and prettiest co-pilot I ever had and I don't want to change that."

"Jim Zeiller! I swear sometimes I think the only reason you married me was because of my piloting skills.

"Grant, how's your food?"

"Good Dad. Where's Uncle Scott?"

"I don't know. He was supposed to meet us here for a quick lunch before we depart for Aspen. I thought with the delayed landing at the airport, he'd be waiting on us."

Betty asks, "What reason did the air traffic controller give for holding up everything over Tallahassee for over an hour?"

"He said that there's a military exercise between Pensacola and Mobile that reaches out into the Gulf. The military reserved a block of airspace between 5,000 and 7,000 feet that no other aircraft are allowed into. This restriction, makes any aircraft in or out of Mobile fly low beneath the airspace. This limitation cuts back on the amount of traffic the controllers can handle each hour."

"Jim, I guess the hour delay was worth it if they're training to keep people safe."

"You know Dad, it was 75 degrees when we left Georgia, and when we get to Aspen it's going to be 31."

"I know, Hailee. We're going from a pleasant climate to a frigid one."

"Excuse me miss, can I have some more sweet tea?"

"Why certainly, are y'all visiting Mobile?"

"No not really, we're picking someone up then heading back to the airport."

"Oh...okay, 'cause I was going to say I wouldn't venture too far to the southeast. That is where that man who kidnapped his girlfriend is supposed to be hiding. Y'all know...over there in Foley and Orange Beach."

"You don't say..."

"Yeah, my girlfriend who lives over there says everybody's on edge."

"Well...thank you. (Ring) Excuse me."

"Yes, Scott?...Uh huh... you sure? I know the kids'll be disappointed. Are you sure you still want us to go?...That's right, the maintenance on the Lear's a lot cheaper in Aspen...yes...we'll get that done. Okay then... I'll see you in a few days... Back at ya. Bye."

"What's the problem, dear?"

"Scott said something's come up and to go on to Aspen without him."

"Kids? Go use the bathroom."

"Miss, we'll take those to-go orders now."

"Yes sir. I'll leave you the check."

"Thanks."

Scott waits until the server leaves the table and then says, "What's wrong, honey?"

"Jim Zeiller, do you think I'm that gullible? What are you and Scott up to? What a coincidence with Lance being nearby. You were so demanding and short with the linemen back at the flight-line, and that is so out-of-character for you."

"I don't know what you're talking about...trust me."

"I know you're up to no good but I know we owe Lance a tremendous debt for saving your life. I can't imagine what the effects on our kids would have been, let alone what my current condition would be, if you weren't around today. I'll trust you and plead ignorance...but, just this once."

"Thank you, honey. Let's get to Colorado. Aspen, here we come!"

### 30

One week later

St. Simons Island

"Lance, we may have a problem. Do you know a teenager by the name of Carra-Jane?"

"Yes, she is my parent's neighbor. We were really close when I was growing up. She used to call me 'Uncle Lance.' She was the kid sister I never had...why?"

"Well, she just left my office in Atlanta. Do you remember my secretary, Janice?"

"Yes, Scott."

"Janice said there was a group of girls from Bowler Baptist Church who were in Atlanta for a rally at the Georgia Dome. The emphasis was to create awareness about human trafficking. The group decided on one of their breaks to come to my corporate office to see if they could talk to me about their cause. Since my communication company has a presence in many countries, sponsorship seemed like a good idea to them. I have to give them credit, because a bunch of teenage girls showing up at the office unannounced opened a lot of doors for them and got them a lot of attention."

"But how does that concern my niece-- I mean my neighbor?'

"Janice said that although their youth pastor was present, CJ was the 'spokeswoman' for the group. Janice told them I was not available. Once they finished their presentation, Carra-Jane handed her a thank you card with all their names on it. Then as they left, without the other girls' knowledge, she handed Janice a hand written note. The note read: 'Mr. Rassmusson, I know you are hiding my Uncle Lance. Tell him to call me or I will take further action to find him. --CJ'

Janice didn't remember her name, but the list of names on the card had a Carra-Jane along with the other girls from Bowler Baptist Church written inside."

"That sounds like my neighbor. She's pretty stubborn and bold."

"Yeah, like you."

"Ha...Ha, we grew apart once I went to graduate school and she got into middle school. She didn't particularly care for Sandi when we'd come and visit my parents. I thought that she was a typical adolescent girl, you know, keeping to herself because talking to adults just wasn't cool...."

"Well Lance, my friend, she sure wants to talk to you now. You need to figure a way to do that without anyone else finding out our connection to her."

"Yeah... I remember when I came home from the hospital with all the burns, covered in bandages...she wanted to be my nurse. She helped my mom whenever she could. I guess she's never forgotten about our connection."

"Well Lance, you need to try to make her forget!"

"I'll try Scott, I'll try."

@ @ @ @

Philip Ryther loved aviation ever since high school. He earned his private pilot's license the same day he earned his driver's license. When the opportunity to be a member of the secretive Unmanned Aerial Vehicle Program (UAVP) within the Homeland Security of the federal government arose, he jumped at the chance. The idea of protecting his homeland from people wanting to hurt it sat well with him. The sense of pride is evident on how he handles his job, up until now.

He has been monitoring the same Jeep Wrangler for the last week. His unmanned aerial vehicle, which orbits over Foley Acres at 6,000 feet, is invisible and inaudible to the unsuspecting target on the ground. Normally the reason the target is chosen is well-known to those doing the monitoring. But for the last week, Philip's job was to just monitor and gather information. The conversations around the surveillance building are closely monitored as well. His supervisor is under a great deal of pressure, making sure the team is kept in the dark as to what they are observing.

This does not sit well for Mr. Ryther. Spying on law-abiding citizens or on those who bravely stand up for the innocent is not something he signed up for. Even taking long, hot showers after his shift does not wash away the dishonor he feels. He has had enough.

Philip swaps shifts with Carl for the next day. The 24 hours between his shifts will allow this Georgia native to visit his mom and dad in Augusta. He is hoping his mother will fix him her famous biscuits and gravy before he leaves for his eight o'clock meeting with Senator Friendly's aide. He should have plenty of time to be back in Virginia by the start of his shift.

### 31

Lance begins to click the icons on his spy phone.

"Let's see...let me pull up the map...there's her house across the street from mom and dad's....hmmm... that must be her in that back bedroom. Now I think I remember my mom telling me a few months ago that CJ was working after school at Chick-fil-A in Orange City."

Lance expands the map out to find the Chick-fil-A restaurant on Saxon Avenue. He drags the Chick-fil-A number and CJ's number to the appropriate box and clicks "enter."

The music of Colton Dixon blasts in Carra-Jane's ears so loudly that she cannot hear anything else. She lies on her bed trying to take a nap. Her mother told her numerous times that having her music turned up so loudly will not only keep her from getting any rest but will likely damage her hearing. Although she knows her mother is right, it is not a very popular idea among her peers to obey their parents, at least not on the first or fifteenth time of being asked to do something. The vibration from her phone, however, makes CJ open her eyes.

"Chick-fil-A? Don't they know I'm trying to get some rest before I come into work? They probably want me to come in early. I'm not gonna answer it...Wait...Two extra hours will pay for the movie Friday night...I'll be better off in the end if I answer this."

"Hello."

"Hello? CJ?"

"Uncle Lance? You're at Chick-fil-A?"

"No. It's a long story but ignore the caller ID. I heard through the grapevine that you want to talk to me. Why would someone that I haven't been able to talk to in over two years want to talk to me?"

"Well, it's nice to talk to you too! For your information, I tried to get a hold of you because your mother's worried about you. For the last three weeks I have been going across the street to take food that my mom's fixed to comfort your mom and dad... if you were a good son, I'd think that you'd call your mom by now."

"CJ, I'm sorry. I did not mean to be short with you. It's just that I can't take the chance of being discovered right now. I'm taking a big risk calling you...you never know what the authorities can be using to try to find me, so tell my mom and dad that I'm fine—wait—don't do that. They'll just ask you a bunch of questions...."

"Lance, I just wanna let you know that your secret's safe with me. Some of the kids at school are saying that if they knew where you were, they'd turn you in for the reward money. I just want to yell at 'em that they don't care about the baby, just themselves, but I don't want to raise suspicion that we know each other...Me and my friends in my church youth group have been volunteering at Grace House Pregnancy Resource Center. It's located across the street from Stetson University. The staff and volunteers there have been praying for you, the baby, and Sandi every morning. We have also been meeting after school at Sweet Spot to pray for you and your family. The owner keeps giving me a pint of maple bacon ice cream to give to your dad...I think it's his favorite... I just don't know what else I can do to help. I just want the world to stop and pay attention to what you're doing...well, I'm sorry I bothered you, I guess..."

"Wow Carra-Jane, the girl behind that tough I-don't-care exterior does care. You're growing up so fast...I'm proud of you and when this is over, you and I'll sit down and talk about what's been going on in your life the last few years."

"I'd like that, Uncle Lance."

"Now, go comfort my mom. Give her a hug for me but remember, don't say that we had this conversation. Can you do that?"

"Yes...I think the comfort you've given me will show in my eyes."

"Bye, CJ."

"Goodbye, Uncle Lance."

Carra-Jane gets out of bed and walks into the kitchen.

"Mom, do you have anything for the Strickland's? I'm going over to see them. I'll be back in an hour."

@ @ @ @

"Hello, Agent Turner."

"Hello, Ms. Brennan."

"Do you have Mr. Strickland in custody yet?"

"You know I don't. I've been down here in Foley for the last two weeks. It's like they've fallen off the face of the earth."

"Agent Turner, you disappoint me. If I had my way, you'd have been replaced weeks ago. It seems that Miss Lewis' reporting on my activities has put me in an unfavorable light with your boss and the other bureaucrats. How quickly they forget who helped them get into their positions they hold today. Just wait until we find Miss Kano and correct the injustice that has befallen her. Once this blows over, your superiors will be coming back to me with their tails between their legs, begging to know how to get back in my good graces. But you know? I can't stay mad at them long. After all it's just politics...right?"

"Whatever you say, Ms. Brennan. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, I guess I'm stuck with you and we'll just have to step up our game. I'm implementing the next phase and I'll call you when you're needed, and I'll expect your full cooperation, right...?

(Silence) "Yes, but what...."

"Well, good." (Click)

@ @ @ @

New York City

"Hello, Mandi? It's Maude....How are you enjoying New York? How's the Tea Room? Is Sirge treating you well?...Good. Did you enjoy Les Miserables? Those seats I got you are hard to get on such short notice...Yeah, well that's why I called. It looks like the FBI is hitting a brick wall. They're incompetent and I need to take matters into my own hands. It appears not many people are coming forward with information because of their misguided idea that Mr. Strickland's some kind of hero. But you and I know that he is jeopardizing the life of your daughter. So...I booked you on a flight out of Kennedy tomorrow afternoon for D.C. You are going to be on the Candee Williams Show tomorrow night. I want you to talk about your lovely daughter and how you fear that Mr. Strickland is hurting your daughter with the extended use of Demerol on her body. Tell her about any known abuse you can think Lance has done to your daughter...Well, just stretch the truth if you have to. I'll be there, but off-camera. Candee is also having a Doctor of Anesthesiology as one of her guests...Good. I'll see you there... Oh, one more thing. Can you go into the guest closet? On the top shelf is a red box. Inside the box is a purse. Can you bring it? Fall colors are now 'in' and I need to change out my ensemble...Write this down. You will be staying at the D.C. Hilton room 550 and you can stay as long as you want before you return to Fifth Ave. There is an envelope waiting for you at the desk. See you tomorrow. Ciao." (Click)

### 32

St. Simons Island

"Lance, how is our patient?"

"She's doing fine. No surprises. How are you coming along with the equipment?"

"I just finished making a very large donation through the RASSMU Foundation to supply the Savannah Medical Center with new pediatric and obstetrics equipment. I will be picking up their old, but perfectly good, equipment and taking it back to Atlanta and donating it to Med-Share."

"What's that?"

"It's a nonprofit organization that receives unused medical supplies and equipment and ships it to third world countries all over the world. On my way back to Atlanta, I'll drop off anything you may need for the delivery. Once your son or daughter is born, I'll send Med-Share a text to come pick up the remaining equipment... Hey, how are you doing on your tracking?"

"Scott, I've been spending the last few days working on this surveillance phone and I just gotta tell you this is one powerful tool. I've monitored a lot of targets over in Foley. It seems the agent in charge, Agent Turner, has a meeting every morning at 7:00 AM at the hotel with about a hundred agents who spread out and relieve other agents staked out throughout the Foley, Mobile, and Orange Beach areas near all my relatives' homes and businesses. I've tagged his second-in-charge, based on the time they spend together."

"Do you have his name?"

"No, all their numbers are prefixed 202 or 404. They're either DC or Atlanta and say US Government. I also see those government numbers popping up in front of my parents', friends', and Ryan's houses, and whenever they go out, the government number guys follow them. Ryan was at John's Barber Shop yesterday. He was sitting in John's chair and an agent was sitting right next to him getting a haircut from his brother, Gene."

"He was probably trying to get the scuttlebutt on your whereabouts."

"I know John and Gene, and all they like to talk about is fishing. Ryan's probably telling them about how well he did the last time the shad were running at the jetty on the south end of Lake George."

"I also typed in my almost-mother-in-law's phone number and I was whisked away to guess where? New York City...She's staying at some Fifth Avenue condo across from Central Park."

"Do you know whose place it is?"

"It was difficult at first because with nineteen floors, all the dots were on top of each other. I then hit the elevation button and at 45 feet above mean sea level, the first floor tenants appeared. At the 55-foot level, the second floor tenants appeared, and so on. I found out at the 195-foot level, Mandi Kano's phone number appears next to a dot that when overlaid with the New York City property appraiser's parcel search, it shows that she's staying in unit 1503, which is owned by somebody named Maude Brennan."

"Wow, she's in the enemy's camp!"

"Yes, she is. I also found the record mode, so your system is keeping a record of everything she does."

"Good...It seems like you've mastered that tracking system really well."

"Well Scott, when you have all this free time on your hands and all the information you find on TV makes you go sort of paranoid, learning this system is a snap."

"Hang in there, my friend. I'll be down soon. I've been staying busy here in Atlanta so not to raise any suspicion. It seems that your refusal to let me reward you for your heroics a few years ago kept you under the radar from people here at my company. My pilot Jim remembers you and he's honored to be able to repay you for your actions in North Carolina. His family has and will be doing a lot of skiing this winter and his flight logs will show me spending a lot of time there. As a matter of fact, once I pick up the equipment in Savannah, he will be meeting the truck at the Savannah Airport and flying some of the equipment to Aspen."

"I hope we don't need to use this back-up, but it feels good to be prepared."

"I hope you will know when and if you need to use it."

"I'll know..."

"Just keep tracking those targets. I'll see you next week. Bye, friend."

### 33

NSMBC Studios, Washington D.C.

"Hello this is Candee Williams. Thanks for joining me this evening. I know most of my viewers know about the woman who was abducted in Florida more than two weeks ago. We haven't reported much on it because we didn't want to hamper the investigation. For those of you who don't know, the victim, Sandi Kano, was at the hospital where she and her doctor made that very personal and private decision to end her pregnancy. Lance Strickland, her boyfriend, became enraged. He forcibly abducted her from the hospital and is now holding her against her will out there somewhere under constant sedation. We decided to come out with a public plea because, as you will hear from a practicing anesthesiologist, Mr. Strickland is endangering Sandi's life by exposing her to a prolonged period of drugs and stress. But first, we have Sandi Kano's mother with us and we will be asking her a few questions when we return after a commercial break. So please stay with us because you don't want to miss this!"

"Hey, Scott? Are you watching NSMBC right now? I know you don't and neither do I normally, but turn it on. I tracked Sandi's mother to DC this afternoon and got suspicious when she arrived at NSMBC Studios about two hours ago. I've had that station on since then and sure enough, she is about to be interviewed on the Candee Williams Show...I know... Alright, I'll call you back in the morning...Yeah, I got all the equipment set up and we're ready to go."

"Welcome back to our show. We are here now with Sandi's mother, Mandi.

"Mandi, welcome to the show. I know how upsetting this is for you, but can you try telling the audience your involvement? Were you not there when this all started?"

"Yes Candee. It actually started two weeks before the abduction on a Saturday night, when Sandi called crying and said that she was in a fight with her then fiancé, Lance. He was jealous of her success at work and wanted her to quit. She said she didn't want to, so he slapped her and then she locked herself in the bathroom while he passed out on the couch. He drinks a lot you see." (Sniff, sniff)

"Here's a tissue."

"Thank you...She told him she wanted to leave him and then she told me about being pregnant. I asked her what she wanted to do. She said she wanted to move on with her life and thought it would be overly stressful on her to continue with having a child. I flew down to Orlando to help her take care of things a few days before her procedure. I was sitting in the waiting room when the police came and told me that Sandi was missing. I just couldn't believe it."

"Is Lance dangerous?"

"Yes, I've told you about his temper. He is so moody that I needed to be careful on what I said every time I was around him because he would take it out on my daughter. Because of his controlling, menacing attitude, I only visited my daughter twice a year."

"Thank you for sharing that. I'm sure this is such a difficult situation for you. Here's a shoulder to cry on."

"Well my next guest is Dr. Matthew Pitney, a practicing anesthesiologist at the Los Angeles Medical Center."

"You've been in practice for over 20 years. Is that correct, Doctor?"

"Yes, that's correct."

"Now Doctor, share with the audience the effects of anesthesia on the body."

"Sure. For long periods of time, over the span of weeks, the body reacts negatively to Demerol which is the most common type of anesthesia. The blood forms a defense against the drug, which secretes a toxic byproduct that, over the course of time, will be fatal. The atrophy of the body due to inactivity could cause blood clots that could lead to a stroke. If she gains consciousness without a trained anesthesiologist to care for her, this may cause her body to reject the fetus and miscarry which may be fatal to Miss Kano."

Mandi starts crying uncontrollably.

"Are you okay Mandi? Here, hold my hand."

"So Doctor, in your opinion is Mr. Strickland putting Mandi's daughter in physical jeopardy?"

"I'm saying, Miss Williams, that time is of the essence to put an end to this madness and stop Mr. Strickland from causing grave physical harm to Miss Kano."

"There you have it...so America, if you have any information as to the whereabouts of Lance Strickland or Sandi Kano, please call the FBI at 1-800-FBI-TIPS. Here again are their pictures. We think they are hiding somewhere in the Lower Alabama area, but they could be anywhere. So call and you may be eligible for a $50,000...Wait my producer just informed me in my ear... $100,000 is that right?- a $100,000 reward."

Mandi gasps.

"I know that must make you feel good that people care enough about your daughter and her safety to donate so much money to apprehend her abductor."

"Yes it does Candee." (Sniff)

"Alright America, I need you to call right now and relieve this poor woman of the pain she's going through. Thank you for coming on the show and sharing your story."

"You're welcome."

"Thank you, Doctor."

"It was my pleasure."

"Good night America and remember, with Candee on your side, justice will be served."

### 34

(The next morning)

"Lance, do you know what we have to do?"

"Yes Scott, but I hate to get him involved more than he already is."

"Nonsense...what I saw last night needs to be dealt with swiftly."

"And, how are you going to do that?"

"I'll take care of it...You just relax and get some sleep. How is the patient?"

"She's starting to show more and more each day. I spend hours at a time listening to the heartbeat... Just hearing his or her pitter-patter has renewed my strength to fight for my child."

"Good! Now get some rest."

@ @ @ @

Jennifer Lewis' house,

DeLand, FL

As the phone is ringing Jennifer looks down at the caller ID.

"The Family Planning Center of Vermont? Why are they calling me at seven in the morning, and how did they get my private cell number?"

Jennifer sits up and answers the phone.

"This better be good or I'm reporting you. This number is on the 'do not call' list."

"I hope I can persuade you not to report me Miss Lewis. I'm a friend of Lance's."

"Really... let me get this straight. You are calling me from an abortion clinic and you're a friend of someone who may someday, because of his actions, shut you down."

"Things don't always seem as they appear."

"Go on."

"Lance told me how he saw you and Louise Bradeis put that dead mouse on Mrs. McReynold's chair in chemistry class. You were both juniors and he was sitting behind you and Louise. He didn't tell anyone especially when Mike Dyer got in trouble for it. He said that guy was a prankster and deserved everything he got."

"He did, and I thought Louise and I got away with the perfect prank. Mike's the mayor of DeLand now, you know. Can I speak to Lance?"

"Maybe at another time. If you help with our plans, I'll see that he calls you when he wants to talk to the press."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Go down to Titusville and interview a Dr.Wells at the UCF Research Park. I just called him and he's expecting you to call. He has some information that is in response to the false statements given on The Candee Williams Show. He can fill you in on the details."

"I'll call him now, but I can't meet him until after lunch. Lance's mother called me late last night and she's doing an interview with me in the Orlando studio this morning. She was pretty upset about the lies that Mandi Kano told about her son. It seems that she's glad the chance of them becoming related is now extremely remote."

"That's fine, Miss Lewis. This afternoon will work for both our schedules. I'll be in contact with you perhaps from another clinic when the time is right...Goodbye." (Click)

"Coffee... I need coffee."

@ @ @ @

"Let's go, Agent Casey. Finish those eggs and let's hit the road."

"How many do we have, Agent Turner?"

"Since last night we got over 500 new leads. Over 300 of them are within 50 miles of us. I'm calling the agents back from Atlanta."

"Chief, even with all the help it looks like it'll take over a week to check on all these leads; that's going to set us back if none of them pan out. We sure could use a break, and maybe, just maybe, get lucky."

@ @ @ @

Scott dials another number.

"Hello Mrs. McKorvey? I'm a friend of Lance Strickland."

"And to whom am I speaking?"

"I can't tell you right now, but I saw your interview with Jennifer Lewis on FOX and I was very moved. I am calling to ask if you are willing to help out in a more, let's say, physical way."

"I don't know you from Adam and from what I can determine, you may be working for those misguided people that I see on NSMBC. You may also be trying to get your hands on that reward money. What would you do for $100,000 Mr, ah, 'friend of Lance Strickland?'"

"Mrs. McKorvey I can't blame you if you don't trust me. I don't think there is anything I can say at this time that will change your mind, but I just want you to be thinking about it. A person who I think you can trust might be asking you to help Lance and his child at a future time. I'm just asking you now to prepare to be ready in a moment's notice. Pack a bag for you and your husband and plan to be gone for a few days. Get someone ready to watch your pets. Just be ready, Mrs. McKorvey."

"I'll discuss this with my husband but I'm not deciding about anything right now. You may be trying to trap me for what I was quoted for in the papers. You're not working for Planned Parenthood, are you? Trying to intimidate anybody who disagrees with you?"

"No... I'm not but I like your dedication, Mrs. McKorvey. Just be ready if Lance needs you, pack for the cold, okay? Goodbye." (Click)

"Let's see... call... previous call... yes." (Ring, ring)

"Hello, Circle Line."

"...Uh, yes I had a call from this number a few seconds ago."

"No, lady... no one called you from this number. You called Circle Line. We sell tour packages to the Statue of Liberty. You want to see Lady Liberty?"

"No--no thank you... good-bye (click)...Whew! That was strange..."

Pam yells into the next room, "Norm, can you get our suitcases out of the attic?"

@ @ @ @

(Ring) Scott Rassmusson? Wow... haven't heard that name in years... I wonder... did he ever get married? That was a fun winter...Well, let me see. I think it was in'98... Yeah...why didn't I call him when I heard he was in the hospital a few years ago? I better answer it before he hangs up.

"Hello? Scott Rassmusson?"

"Hey, JJ."

"To what do I owe the honor? It's been a really long time."

"Yeah, it sure has, JJ. I have to ask you a very big favor, but before I ask I need to know if I can trust you."

"Scott, although I'm a little ticked off at you for running out on me eighteen years ago, I still owe you big for getting my career off the ground. I've participated in over 100 films and my products and methods are used throughout the industry. I sold my business two years ago and I'm enjoying myself travelling between my home in Santa Barbara and Capri."

"Do you still practice?"

"I volunteer my time sometime at my local theatres. In fact, we just finished Phantom here in Santa Barbara, and I'll be flying to Italy in a few weeks."

"Is there any way you can delay your departure? I may have a job for you."

"Sorry, Scott. I'm retired and don't want to be on a set for weeks at a time."

"Listen, JJ, it's a one-day gig and it might not even happen. I'll call you and give you the details. You'll have very little notice, so gather your hardware. Remember, I need you to keep this between us."

"Okay Scott... if I do this, promise to visit me in Capri this spring."

"Capri in the spring? Hmm... that might be a sweet place to be. Thanks, Jerilyn Joy... I'll be in touch."

"Goodbye."

"Bye."

@ @ @ @

(Ring) "Bass Pro Shop? That's strange... did I forget to pick up one of my fishing rods after it was repaired?"

"Hello?"

"Hello? Colt Strickland? How would you like to help your brother out?"

"Who is this? Is this some prank? How'd you get my number?"

"I'm a friend of Lance's and that is all you need to know right now."

"Really? Prove it."

"He told me you'd say that. Well, here goes...You and your brother's secret spot for Black Crappie is off a trail at Lake Beresford Park a quarter mile before it ends at the lake. There's this narrow path off to the right. Take it until you come to a huge live oak. Turn left and walk through the Cypress swamp until you come to the edge of Lake Beresford where you will see a cedar tree blown over into the water. Under the canopy of another live oak and between the bluff and the submerged branches of the cedar is the best Crappie hole in all of Volusia County. Do you know the place that I am talking about?"

(silence)

"Hello...Colt, you still there, son?"

(sniff) "Yeah...we promised each other fifteen years ago when we were riding home on our bikes that we'd never tell another person about the secret spot unless, (sniff), unless our lives were at stake. Where's Lance and what can I do?"

"He's safe...just be ready to go when I call."

"I can't go anywhere without a whole bunch of agents following me. Ever since I got out of jail, I've noticed men in sunglasses tailing me. I see this guy sitting on a bench across from my work and then I see the same guy on the dock down at the river when I go fishing."

"Colt...uh, not to make you more uneasy, but the person that you were sitting across from at your work during lunch is an FBI agent."

"You mean the new guy, Andy?"

"I don't know his name, but he meets right after work with other agents at the courthouse.

"I'm going to--"

"--No, don't do anything to raise suspicion. Just pack a bag for the cold and plan to stay gone for a few days. Start telling everyone that the next time you can get off work that you're going on a three-day fishing trip in the Ocala National Forest. That'll keep them busy. Leave the rest to me. Just be ready on a moment's notice. Talk to ya soon, Colt." (Click)

### 35

"This is Phil Clarke with an Orlando FOX News exclusive. I have Jennifer Lewis here in the studio. She's been busy all day following the Lance Strickland and Sandi Kano story."

"Thank you, Phil. As you may know, the media reports we received last night from the Candee Williams Show have attempted to paint Lance Strickland as some type of dangerous drunk. I received a call this morning from Lance's mom in response to the accusations made from Sandi's mother and she agreed to be interviewed. She and I met this morning here at the studio. Let's go to the footage."

"Hello Mrs. Strickland."

"Please, call me Dorris."

"Okay, Dorris, can you respond to the accusations made by Sandi's mother, Mandi Kano, regarding the conduct of your son leading up to their disappearance?"

"Yes I'd be happy to respond, Miss Lewis. First of all, that weekend Ms. Kano said Lance fought with Sandi, he was actually at the Ag Expo up in Moultrie."

"Moultrie, Georgia?"

"That's right. He went up there looking for a bigger tractor to bale his hay. We left Friday and didn't get back into town until Monday morning."

"Did Sandi go with you?"

"No...she never got involved with Lance's passion for farming and raising cattle. Here is a receipt that Lance signed on the night Sandi's mother said he was at home fighting with her daughter. It's time stamped with the date and it says 'Ag Expo- Moultrie, Georgia' on the top."

"So Mandi Kano lied?"

"She lied about them fighting and she also lied about Lance being a drunk. I've never seen Lance consume any alcohol. He's always giving talks in the high schools about the consequences of alcohol he sees from the accidents he gets called to. When he goes out with friends, he is always the designated driver. My son's on Facebook. He's been on it since he was fifteen years old. I challenge anyone to come forward with just one photo of Lance with a drink in his hand, and if anyone can find one, my husband and I will give the recipient one of Lance's prized steers."

"Wait...I believe you Dorris, but why would she lie?"

"Maybe she doesn't want a grandchild, but I do! I sort of feel sorry for her, because for Mandi to put her daughter's career in front of the life of her own grandchild, it just goes to show she needs some serious counseling."

"So Dorris, is there anything you want to say to your son?"

"Yes. Lance, your dad and I are praying for God to give you strength and wisdom. Son, lean on the Lord. Go to him right now. He's right beside you. Ask him for the courage you'll need in order for you to persevere until the birth of my grandchild. We love you, Son and we're proud of you."

"Thank you Dorris."

The news broadcast returns to the newsroom.

"For those of you who just tuned in, you have been watching an interview I had with Dorris Strickland this morning. Next, I went over to Titusville and interviewed one of Lance's employers."

"Let's play that, Phil."

"Hello, Dr. Wells... can you tell the viewers what you do here?"

"Of course, Miss Lewis. I'm the Chairman of the Extended Flight Technology Department here at the University of Central Florida. In cooperation with NASA, I've been conducting research for the last two years on the human body's ability to adapt to extended space travel. I've been able, through a combination of natural ingredients, muscle stimulation, and controlled calorie intake, to put the human body into a state of suspended animated sleep."

"For how long?"

"We've had volunteers sleep for six months at a time without any complications."

"Don't the effects of Demerol in the human body cause dangerous effects over time?

"Sure it does, but I don't use Demerol. My patented combination of natural ingredients that we administer is made up of three compounds that are revolutionary in the general anesthesia field. This new mixture of compounds leaves no negative effects on the body."

"Food doesn't affect it?"

"That's right. The nausea that can occur when food is introduced to conventional medicine is totally eliminated with this new approach. Once the drugs are discontinued, patients are able to go home unassisted in as few as 30 minutes feeling very much awake."

"Okay Dr. Wells... I'm impressed with your medical break-through, but how does this connect to Lance and Sandi?"

"You see, Miss Lewis, Lance Strickland has been a part of this program. He was an intern here for the last year and was involved in administering the Extended Space Flight regimen on my last six volunteers."

"Yes but I don't see--"

"--Miss Lewis, Lance Strickland paid this facility a visit the night he left DeLand and supposedly fled to Alabama. He helped himself to one of the Extended Space Flight machines and collected enough medicine to keep a patient on the machine for 28 weeks. He also took caloric intake bags that for an average weight female, would last approximately 40 weeks."

"But Doctor, for someone who needs to increase the caloric intake because of pregnancy, how long would the bags last?"

"The patient would have plenty of nourishment for herself and the child for at least 28 weeks."

"So Doctor, you're telling me Lance has a machine that can keep Sandi Kano under sedation up to the time that she can safely deliver the child and there is no threat to her health whatsoever?"

"Yes Miss Lewis, but you don't need to take my word for it...Angela, can you send Mrs. Stevens in?"

"Sure, Dr. Wells."

"Miss Lewis, I want you to meet Samantha Stevens."

"Hi, Mrs. Stevens."

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Lewis."

"Samantha was our last volunteer to awaken from our testing. She was on a simulated extended space flight for six months."

"How are you feeling after all that time, Mrs. Stevens?"

"Call me Samantha... and I'm fine. I got off that machine and went back to my house and watched all the soaps I'd missed. I had a lot of catching up to do. I watched ten episodes a day. I was caught up in just over four weeks. I was 30 pounds overweight when I started, and walked out of here at my ideal weight. Since then, I gained five pounds back... Doc can you give me a few of those calorie bags? I'll just take them until I lose those five pounds."

"Sorry Samantha, (laughing) I can't do that."

"How old are you, Samantha?"

"I'm 36 and have two kids. My daughter is ten, and my son is eighteen."

"What did they do while you were here?"

"My mom watched them for two months. Then they went to stay with their dad in Miami. I finished up here right before they went back to school. The money I received for participating helped cover my son's first year at UCF. Douglas is into computers."

"That's great."

"Doc, I heard what you told Miss Lewis about Lance. I liked that young man. He was funny and nice to me. If I ever get married again and decide to have another child, I want you to hook me up to one of those machines. My first two put me through a lot of pain during those long nine months. I'd pay if I could close my eyes at twelve weeks pregnant, then open them and have my baby in my arms."

"So Samantha, can you describe the process you went through?"

"What process? Lance and Angie put a needle in my arm and told me that I'd see them in six months and the next thing I knew it was six months later and there was no needle in my arm. I told you I lost some weight so afterwards when I walked around I felt lighter. But I did keep writing the wrong month in my checkbook because to me it was still March, not September."

"Miss Lewis, I checked with my colleagues who practice in Obstetrics and the consensus is that the muscle atrophy prevention through electro stimulation and machine movements will have no effect on the baby's development in the uterus."

"So there will be no harm to the mother or baby after administering this program?"

"That is correct. Oh, and Dorris Strickland called me this afternoon after she talked to you. She wanted to show you this."

Dr. Wells lifts up a three foot by four foot poster from under his desk.

"This is a picture of a child in the mother's womb fifteen weeks after conception. This is the same age as Lance's child. Look at the fully developed hands and feet. You can easily hear the heart beating at this age and the head is fully formed. Dorris just wanted your viewers to know this."

"Thank you, Doctor. You said Mrs. Stevens was your last volunteer to undergo the program."

"I said she was most recent to undergo the program to completion. We currently have two volunteers in our lab who are scheduled to be awakened on January 1 and on March 17, respectively. Those will be our last test subjects for a while. Our funding has been frozen due to the down-sizing of the Space Program. We are waiting on possible Congressional appropriations in the next budget cycle."

"By coming forward with this information, don't you risk because of the politics involved, being cut off from funding by let's just say, 'less sympathetic' committee members?"

"That may well be, Miss Lewis, but first of all I hold all the patents to this technology. If this country wants to be out in front in this high-tech field, Congress had better tread lightly. The private sector has been pleading with me for years to step over to them, and with the way everything else in the space industry is going, I might just start looking in that direction (sigh), but regardless of that, we as a nation have always looked out to the stars and heavens. We're fascinated with the idea of life beyond earth. But to me, preserving the life on this planet is more important than preserving funding for exploration of life outside of it!"

"Thanks, Doctor."

The news broadcast quickly returns back to the news studio. Phil's gaping mouth is caught on camera again.

"Wow Jennifer... that is good stuff."

"Thanks Phil. There you have it, America. Will Lance Strickland run out the clock?"

"Only time will tell."

"That's right, Phil. So please keep the whole Strickland family in your prayers."

"And now to Pamela for the weather..."

### 36

"Welcome back to the Sean Hannity Show. There was a stunning newscast yesterday by our Orlando affiliate about the abduction or rescue, depending on what side of the issue you're on, that occurred in Orlando over two weeks ago. Let me play a portion of that interview for you..."

The two minute interview ends with Dr. Wells stating, "...but to me, preserving the life on this planet is more important than preserving funding for exploration of life outside of it!"

"Wow...hHHHere to join our discussion is Georgia Republican Senator Henry Friendly and California Democratic Congressman John Hart Ely. Oh, by the way, Miss Coachman from Planned Parenthood was asked to come on today, but she told us she was too busy... I'm not surprised. You know, Senator, Miss Coachman has been here defending Roe versus Wade at least 20 times. Why do you think that she decided not to come here tonight?"

"Because, Sean, they're scared. There's finally an image to attach to this story. The picture that Dr. Wells showed yesterday was powerful. There are consequences to our actions. Lance Strickland has awakened the consciousness of America. There is no middle ground here."

"Congressman Ely? What's your take on this matter?"

"Well, Sean, this is a matter of law. We have a person who committed a felony and is hiding from justice."

"But Congressman, can't you see why he did it?"

"No! You don't abduct someone just because you can't get what you want. There are laws in a civilized society we are expected to follow. What would this country be if people just abducted people because they don't agree with them?"

"Congressman, so you're saying there is no justification for Lance Strickland doing what he did?"

"That's correct, Sean. The point that Miss Kano is pregnant is a moot point"

"Well here's justification!"

Senator Friendly holds up a picture of a fifteen-week-old baby in the womb.

"Senator, Dr. Wells' experiments are just experiments and a sample of six volunteers is just not enough to give me the confidence that the moth--I mean--Sandi Kano's life is not in danger."

"Congressman, my research indicates that before Dr. Wells started his Extended Space Flight research for NASA, he had used his all natural sedation cocktail that he has patented, on over 20,000 of his patients during oral surgeries, and has never observed any complications. In fact, he turned the whole medical establishment upside-down because, with this procedure, general anesthesia will become possibly risk-free for patients. No more waiting twelve hours after a meal to begin surgery. This advantage during rescue relief in major disasters could save thousands of lives."

The Congressman seemed a bit flustered.

"Well Sean, you have to admit that this drug cocktail has never been tested on a baby developing in the womb. I know there's no known data to back that up."

Sean Hannity's surprised look gave away his next question.

"Congressman, do you realize what you just said? You just called what Sandi Kano is doing 'developing a baby,' a baby that in your mind now has rights that you appear to be concerned about."

"I didn't say that!"

"Yes you did!"

"I did not say that, Mr. Hannity. You're putting words in my mouth!!"

"Senator? I'll end with you."

"Sean, I think the Congressman said it all with his last statement about being concerned for the welfare of the child."

"Thank you both for being here."

"Goodnight, Sean."

Congressman Ely does not respond but gives a disgusted nod.

"...and when we come back we'll have..."

### 37

St. Simons Island

"110 over 70...perfect."

Lance writes the blood pressure information down on a chart that came in the crate. He sips his early morning coffee and listens to the baby's heartbeat as he sits at Sandi's side. At this early hour, with the aid of high-powered binoculars Lance observes a Ruby-Crowned Kinglet nesting on the limb of the live oak a quarter mile away. He is glad he found the tripod to mount the binoculars on. It makes it easier to keep his eyes on the nest of baby birds while watching over Sandi and the baby.

He mummers, "Is it just one heartbeat I hear? Just one? Whew..."

The rising sun casts a radiant glow on Sandi each morning for little more than an hour. It has been over four weeks since he arrived on the island. The warning signs about fumigating have been effective since no one has come close to the house. While tending to Sandi and the baby, Lance is able to relax as he watches fifteen different families of birds nesting on the trees outside Sandi's window. With his advanced phone technology, Lance has also been able to tag and keep track of everyone who may be involved in this ordeal. He scours live broadcasts on the internet, C-SPAN, and major news outlets and has developed a surveillance network of which even the US District Attorney's Office would be proud.

"Mmmm... mom is at the hairdresser's, Roy Minton's at the DeLand Hospital, Congressman Ely's at Disneyland on "It's a Small World,"...I wonder if he's with one of his grandkids... Agent Turner's back in DeLand...looks like he's driving around Lake Winnemissett Drive. Ooh...he's in front of my house. Has Sandi's mom let him in? (Click, click) Nope... she's at Radio City Music Hall. (Click) He's in the kitchen...walking toward my living room...I wonder what he's looking for?"

@ @ @ @

"Okay, Strickland, where are you hiding? Pictures on the wall tell me where he's hiding. Let's start with you, Mr. Bull on the mantle. Let's see... 1st place 2006 Volusia County Fair presented by The Cattlemen's Association."

"Ben? It's Turner. Do some research and see if the Cattlemen's Association has any remote ranches in the southeast where someone can easily hide. If you come up with anything call me.... Yeah, I know it's a long shot but the director's been all over me since that FOX Report...Crazy, huh... To have all those people call in a tip and then the next day call back and say they were mistaken, or even that they made it all up, is just unheard of. It appears that someone from the President's inner circle's gotten hold of the Director and has spelled out the gravity of the situation. He told me for every day that we allow the situation to continue is a day closer the President may have to take a firm position on Reproductive Rights...I know... whatever position he takes he is sure to lose some of his supporters... Yes Ben, I know, it's all about popularity. You don't have to be right as long as you're popular...just get on it. I'm going over to the hospital to see if I can talk to Lance's partner, Mr. Minton. Lieutenant Wade told me he was trying to be so helpful during the abduction. I hope he'll be just as cooperative in volunteering where he thinks Lance might be hiding out."

@ @ @ @

Mr. Doe's office: Top Aide to the

President of the United States

"Hello Mr. Doe? This is Justice Hawthorne."

"Hello Judge Hawthorne."

"I want you to inform the President that at the close of our discussions today in court, I will announce my retirement, effective in March, so the President might begin thinking who he has in mind for my replacement...Mr. Doe, are you there?"

"Yes Judge Hawthorne, but I'm just speechless that you've decided to leave at this time. You know the President's popularity has declined due to the allegations related to the scandals. In order to appease his middle-to-right-center base, he may not be able to select someone with, let's just say, your ideology."

"Mr. Doe, I've been thinking about that and ideology has a sort of inertia that once created is hard to change, even when people are shown facts and advancements in biology that don't support their attitudes."

"What are you inferring, Judge Hawthorne?"

"Mr. Doe, tell the President I won't lose any sleep if he chooses someone not as ideological as I. In fact I might rest better if he did. Goodbye, Mr. Doe."

"Goodbye Judge (click). Oh... I'm going to hate spoiling the President's lunch."

### 38

Week nineteen

Lance relaxes and enjoys the sound of his baby's heartbeat. He expects a call from Scott to celebrate the milestone and is not disappointed as the phone's vibration interrupts his attention to the steady beat of life.

"Good morning kid. One more week and we're over the first hurdle."

"Yeah, Scott. Viability's a huge hurdle. It's the point where the state of Georgia says that the life of the baby outweighs the interest of the mother, especially when there are no health concerns involved."

"So what are you doing?"

"Well, have you been paying attention to the vitals chart and photos that I've been sending Miss Lewis to put on the news every evening?"

"Yes, so I guess you should be sitting down for your nine o'clock reading."

"You got it. I'm going to take another picture of her. I saw on CNN that Congressman Ely complained that the sun on her face at the seven o'clock reading's photo was too strong, and there might be a health risk for Sandi if she's exposed to the sun all day long. He keeps crying wolf when it comes to Sandi's health and the media continues to report on his preposterous allegations."

"Lance, did you know that Agent Turner has three people monitoring Miss Lewis's every move? My sources over at the CIA tell me they now have authorization to log and track all her incoming calls and texts. They are not allowed to monitor the conversations and are pulling their hair out in their frustration in not being able to track the caller properly."

"Well, this will be the last photo for a while. I kind of enjoy tagging Congressman Ely's aides and family before I forward the photo and text. I wish I could be a fly on the wall when the authorities show up at their homes or places of employment looking for me."

"Don't go overboard, Lance. Don't make it personal. Congressman Ely just got caught up in an ideology that has been in place for over 40 years. Privately he's a nice honest guy and a great husband, father, and grandfather. In fact, early on in his political campaigns he used to go by the nickname Honest John. Back in the early nineties, I worked with John drafting some communication legislation."

"Okay, Scott I got your point but--"

"--No buts, Lance,"

"Alright. I hear ya."

@ @ @ @

"Chief, it's another dead end. Do you think Mr. Minton really believed that Lance was hiding out at the Daytona Reds spring training facility in Altoona?"

"He said he guaranteed it. He said that Lance used to work at the Red's games at Jackie Robinson Stadium and got friendly with the staff."

"Their strength training facility was in some remote place in Altoona, Florida. It seems someone, before the housing market crash, built a 50-acre facility with five ball fields, an indoor pitching field, and a gym. This sports complex has over 30 buildings. The Reds bought it for pennies on the dollar in foreclosure and use it a lot in the winter. It's just sitting vacant now. So along with 20 other agents, I've combed every inch of the place and like I said, another dead end."

"Alright Agent Casey, start making your way back to DeLand. I'm in front of Sandi's employer. I have an appointment with attorney Ed Sanford one of the partners of Stone, Sanford, and Butler. I'm hoping I can find something."

"Still no luck on Sandi's mom?"

"I can't find her anywhere. The last time I saw her was on The Candee Williams Show. I have agents monitoring the cable show's studio. If she goes back on the air, I told them to hold her for questioning."

"I don't think she'll go on the show again, Boss, because the last time she made a fool of herself, after Miss Lewis pretty much showed the world that she was lying. A CBS poll indicated that 78 percent of their viewers believed she was being untruthful."

"Yeah I know, and now that CBS is giving this thing some air time, I know we're in trouble."

### 39

"Ed Sanford? Agent Turner. I'm investigating the disappearance of Sandi Kano."

"Agent Turner, come on in and take a seat. Let me say that we want to cooperate fully with your investigation. Miss Kano was a vital asset to this firm."

"Was?"

"I mean, is. She's welcome back to the same position she had when she left--I mean--disappeared. Being a law firm, we know about the mother's rights in the workplace."

"Did you spend any time with Sandi's fiancée?"

"Lance? No, not personally. Being very active and involved in the community, we sponsor a lot of events and causes. I think we bid on and won one of Lance's steers during one of the fairs years ago. I posed for a picture with him afterwards but that was all. Sandi mostly kept her relationship with him and his side of the family quiet. She didn't feel comfortable in that kind of setting."

"What do you mean?"

"Did you ever watch Green Acres?"

"No, I haven't, Mr. Sanford."

"Okay, then Sandi is more 'Fifth Avenue' than Lance and I think she tried to portray an image to the firm that she was more sophisticated than Small Town, USA. She didn't want to acknowledge that this firm was built by representing the small town folks like the Strickland Family. Honestly, no matter how this thing turns out, she probably won't want to come back."

"Why do you think she won't stay?"

"I think she liked being in a relationship with a potential doctor...the prestige that would provide her. I heard from some of the other practicing attorneys here that she mentioned that as soon as Lance was finished with his education and received his practicing certificates, she was finished with DeLand."

"Can I talk to some of her fellow attorneys?"

"Of course, but they're all out at lunch. You know, Agent Turner, I said I'd help in any way I can but you need to remember this whole town is pulling for Lance. I do a lot of business with the people of this town, and if it appears that I helped in this investigation, I may lose some of my clients."

"I'll take that into consideration, Mr. Sanford. One more thing.. Since Sandi seems to be like a fish out of water here, how did she get this job anyway?"

"We hire a lot of Stetson graduates, but not many interns and never a paid intern. Before we start paying a salary we normally require at least five years experience out in the field. Sandi started as our first paid intern because a potential client, who we now have a large account with, promised increased business if we hired her and kept our relationship a secret."

"Why was that?"

"Because he had a debt he wanted to repay to...ugh... Lance Stri--

Agent Turner interrupts. "—Who is this client?"

"I can't divulge that, Agent Turner."

"Mr. Sanford, if I need to, I'll have a judge subpoena all the records of your clients. I'll have 30 agents camped out in your parking lot telling all your clients as they come to see you how cooperative you've been, or you can give me the name. Here... Write it down on the back of your business card and I will walk out of here and I promise I won't look at it until I'm over at Bellini's Deli eating lunch with one of my agents. No one will know where I got this information. It's your choice, Mr. Sanford."

Mr. Sanford takes his card, writes something down, folds it and slides it across the table.

"Thank you Mr. Sanford, you've been most helpful. Remember, if this name doesn't pan out, I'll be back."

Agent Turner walks the few blocks to meet Agent Casey at their favorite deli. The fresh air mixed with the possible break gives him a little skip to his step.

"I already ordered your favorite, Agent Casey, a Bellini's large Stromboli and a Diet Coke because I think we will want to get out of here as soon as we are done."

"Why, have you found them?"

"Maybe... I promised the person who gave me this card I wouldn't look at it until I was here eating lunch. So I ordered a salad and garlic knots for me and told them to bring it out as soon as it's ready. Here it is now."

"Here is your salad and knots; yours will be out in another ten minutes, dear. Can I refill your drink?"

"Yes, thank you Deb."

Agent Turner takes a bite of his salad, looks at the card, studies it, and passes it over to Agent Casey along with a garlic knot. Ben chews on the piece of dough and nearly gags as he sees whose name is written on the card.

"Ben, I want you to tell me who and where this Scott Rassmusson is...hey...you look kind of pale, Agent Casey."

"Boss, you mean you don't know who Scott Rassmusson is?"

"No I don't. All I know is that he's a big client of the person who gave me the tip."

"Big client is an understatement."

"Ben, who is Scott Rassmusson!?"

"Boss, have you ever heard of Rassmusson Communications?"

"Yes."

"Well, Scott Rassmusson is the founder of RASSMUCOM and has his hand in a lot of major telecommunication projects around the globe. He's worth billions, Boss."

"Here you go-- a large stromboli."

"I'm sorry Deb, but can you wrap this up? I'll take it to go."

"Why, of course dear. I'll bring you a box along with the check."

"I sort of lost my appetite. Boss, if Scott Rassmusson is involved, that explains why we couldn't track the calls off Miss Lewis's phone. He's probably using technology he's developed through his company that we don't have access to."

"Let's keep this under wraps for now. We don't want to let him know we're on to him. I'll let the Director know we're onto something, though. Get back to the office and start making some inquiries into the movements of Mr. Rassmusson during the last two months."

"Got it, Chief."

Agent Casey picks up his box of steaming hot stromboli and exits the restaurant for the short walk to the courthouse while Agent Turner gets out his government issued credit card and his phone.

(Dial)"Hello Director? I think we are onto something."

"Are you sure?"

"We still need to run a few checks for confirmation, but this is a very strong lead."

"Alright Agent Turner, but before you do anything, I need you to check in with me. This thing has turned into a political lightning rod. The President's office wants to know all the details and is now calling the shots on this."

"What does that mean, Director?"

"Before you go and rescue Miss Kano, you notify me. We need to know where she's located and what our options are. We need this information before Miss Lewis gets it and spins it to paint the Administration in a bad light."

"I understand, Director. I'll be in touch." (Click)

The waitress turns around after picking up the credit card receipt and the cash on the table as Agent Turner waves good-bye.

"Thanks for the generous tip, Agent Turner. Are you and Agent Casey leaving us? Don't forget us."

"We might be leaving you, Debbie, but we will always remember the Bellini's stromboli...always."

@ @ @ @

Agent Casey lightly taps the door to Agent Turner's office as he sticks his head into the room.

"Glad you're here boss. We're onto something. I called RASSMUCOM and got a hold of Janice. She's Mr. Rassmusson's personal secretary. I told her I was from DOT Today Magazine and I was doing a story on satellite technology used on government projects and wanted to know if Mr. Rassmusson was available for an interview. She said that he wouldn't be available for the next few months, but his director of communications would be happy to be interviewed. After I acted disappointed, I commented that the founder of a Fortune 500 company must be extremely busy. That's when she said that Mr. Rassmusson has learned to relax and has put trusted people in charge of key components of the company. I asked in what ways has he learned to relax. She said that since October, Mr. Rassmusson relaxes by skiing on the slopes near his villa in Aspen, Colorado. Chief, you won't believe this, but I checked the FAA records on his corporate jets. One of his jets has flown from Atlanta to Aspen seven times in the last two months and one time from Mobile the day after Ryan Tanner's plane dropped them off in Foley. And Foley is less than 60 miles from Mobile."

"Good work, Ben. Let's pack up, call DC and make arrangements for our trip to Aspen. I want to leave here tonight so we'll be ready at first light tomorrow. Tell no one just yet. We're closing in on him, and I don't want him to escape again."

"Got it, Chief."

@ @ @ @

St. Simons Island

"Did you receive the alarm, Scott?"

"I sure did, Lance."

"The agent who I think is number two in charge called your office. He's at Agent Turner's side most of the time. What did he call about?"

"He told my personal secretary that he was from DOT Today and that he wanted to interview me."

"How is Janice, anyway?"

"Fine... she remembers you from when she came to the hospital after the accident. She liked you then and really admires you now."

"Okay, so what did she tell him?"

"Just what we rehearsed, but I now owe her a bigger Christmas Bonus."

"Why?"

"She doesn't like to be very talkative and blab everything about me to a total stranger. She said he made her feel queasy."

"Tell her I said thanks."

"I already did, kid. I made my calls and Operation Colorado is underway."

"Where are you going?"

"You don't need to know. Just trust that I'll be watching over you and our friends in Aspen."

@ @ @ @

Volusia County Courthouse

"Yes, Agent Douglas... stand by."

"Chief, we lost Colt Strickland."

"How?"

"Our agent working in his office said he called a few hours ago asking the boss for a few days off. He said he needed to clear his head and thought the Ocala National Forest was a good place to do that. Agent Douglas followed him to the western bank of Lake George when all of a sudden an airboat appeared out of the saw-grass. Colt jumped in along with his backpack and they disappeared into the grass."

"Did they check his cell phone signal?"

"Yes, Chief... he left his phone in his truck on the side of the lake."

"Alright, tell Agent Douglas to come in."

"Alright Douglas, get back to the office. In three days this should be all over anyhow."

"Agent Casey, I know that I'm not supposed to ask why you think this'll be over in three days. Are you onto something?"

"Agent Douglas, you read me like a book. Don't ask. Round up your men. Agent Turner will be addressing everyone together at the courthouse in an hour about the change in plans."

@ @ @ @

Lake George

It's been over 30 minutes since Colt leaped onto the airboat. The captain has not said a word except "put this on" before tossing Colt a set of earmuffs. The high grass keeps them well hidden until popping out of a cove on the west side of the lake.

"Colt, I'm Rob. I'm a friend of a friend of your brother's. I've been waiting out here for over four weeks for you to make your move."

"What's your friend's name?"

"I'll let him tell you when you see him tonight. You see that buoy?"

"Yes."

"Grab it, and tie the rope to the back cleat."

"Gotcha."

"All tied?"

"Yeah."

"Hold on."

Once the line is tight, Rob pushes up the throttle while Colt rushes to put his earmuffs back on. Out of the high grass an aircraft on floats appears.

"Pull the J3 Cub toward us and jump on board!"

"Where are we going?"

The deafening sound of the airboat is silenced and is quickly replaced by the engine of the Piper aircraft roaring to life.

"Just a short flight...fasten your seatbelt...here we go!"

Rob accelerates and aims for the middle of the lake. The gators, awakened by the sudden movement racing past them, splash and dive for the bottom of the lake. Lake George disappears behind them while Rob sets his course to the north.

In 30 minutes, the Kay Larkin Airport in Palatka comes into view right next to the twin smoke stacks from Duke Energy. The Cub lands and taxis over to the ramp. Once Rob cuts the engine, he points across the ramp.

"Colt, do you see that Citation jet across the ramp?"

"Yes."

"Go get in it while I tie down this airplane."

"Are we leaving without a copilot?"

"We don't need one. A Citation is one of a few jets certified for just one pilot. But you can be my copilot."

"Well alright, then. Cool! Where are we going?"

"West!"

@ @ @ @

Volusia County Courthouse

"Alright everyone, listen up!"

"Chief, go ahead."

"Thank you, Agent Casey. All the field agents are released back to your field offices. All except for you, Agents Casey and Douglas. Thank you for all your investigating and surveillance work."

Agent Turner waits until the field agents clear the room. "Everyone else, get ready to travel and meet at the airport no later than seven tonight. Oh yeah, if you didn't pack for the cold, there's a Burlington Coat Factory in Daytona. Just make sure you're back in time. That's all."

### 40

Aspen Municipal Airport

9:30 PM MST

"Agent Turner? I'm Agent Bradley, head of the Colorado Office. Welcome to Aspen."

"Thank you, Agent Bradley. This is Agent Casey."

"Hello."

"Is this snow going to let up?"

"Oh, this is nothing. We got a foot of fresh powder on the ground today. It's expected to stop about three in the morning. Tomorrow is expected to be clear with a high of 28."

"Great. Chief? Let's get this guy and go home."

"We will Ben. We will."

"I assume this guy is Lance Strickland?"

"Yes Agent Bradley, how did you know?"

"I've seen you on the news."

"Agent Bradley, we made arrangements to use this hangar as a temporary headquarters. My agents are setting up cots and are told to be ready to go at six tomorrow morning. How many agents do you have?"

"Eighteen."

"Have most of them come back tomorrow. Keep your top three agents who know the Aspen area here along with yourself. We're going to do a little bit of scouting as soon as the snow lets up."

@ @ @ @

"Hey Lance, are you watching who just showed up at the Aspen Airport?"

"Sure am Scott, and I tagged nineteen targets who are probably field agents. Fifteen left the area about an hour ago followed by one more 30 minutes later."

"Are we ready?"

"JJ just finished putting on the finishing touches and she's coming off the mountain as we speak. She said she's done the best work of her career and I now owe her two weeks in Capri."

"How long does the stuff hold up?"

"She said with a little care, everything will hold up for about two weeks."

"Good."

"Get some sleep, Lance. I'll monitor from my end and we'll talk in the morning. Remember that Colorado is two hours behind you. First light, 8:35 Eastern."

"Got it."

@ @ @ @

"Agent Turner, we're ready when you are. The snow just stopped."

"It's 3AM. The weather forecasters here in Aspen are good."

"This is Agent Susan McKinley and Agent Theodore Hunt. Agent McKinley was born and raised in Aspen."

"How well do you know the White Powder Mountain area?"

"I used to ski there a lot when I was a kid."

"Well, we're glad to have you. Where is the third agent I asked for?"

"Agent Fuller all of a sudden came down with a stomach bug and needed to go home. Frankly sir, now that the agents have seen you in the hangar and have found out what this case is about, I'd be surprised if I don't get at least five more agents 'not being fit for work' tomorrow."

"Agent Bradley, can't you do something about that?"

"I can't discipline them without the union getting involved and I don't think you want the press."

"You're right."

"Agent Casey, put that map on the board. Agent McKinley, on the northwest slope of White Powder Mountain, this is the villa that is our point of interest. Are you familiar with this area?"

"Yes I am. There's a steep ridge that surrounds the villa on three sides called Stare Decisis. As you can see in the picture, it's dangerous and shouldn't be disturbed. The villa is accessible by this road here. The road leading up to the front of the villa has a slight decline a quarter mile before you reach the front entrance. There are plenty of small bushes we can use to conceal ourselves."

"I'm impressed, Agent McKinley. Okay... Agent Casey, Agent Douglas, and I will take the front and Agent Bradley, your team will take the back and work your way around until you get a readout of where they are in the house. Ben, let's take the house layout. Make sure Agent Bradley has a copy. Alright? Let's go."

"Agent Turner, here are the keys to the Land Rover. Just keep it in four wheel drive. I'll lead until we get close then we can split off. I'll have my snowplow clear a good path. Put your plow down once we split. The roads are plowed around the clock so I don't expect too much build up."

"Okay...let's roll."

@ @ @ @

The ride to the Villa is filled with chatter on the radio between the two vehicles concerning the driving conditions.

"Agent McKinley, you've been quiet. What's bothering you?"

"Agent Bradley, the house on the mountain is Scott Rassmusson's Villa. I've been there a few times when I was skiing competitively. He would sponsor a tournament followed by a medal ceremony and celebration at his villa. From what I remember, he is a really nice guy, not to mention, very smart. This whole situation is so...complicated."

"Look Susan, you, along with Theodore, have career goals beyond just being a field agent, right? Agent Turner is from headquarters. That's Washington, DC... The Show! You do your job and do it well, he'll notice and then, you just never know."

Scott uses his surveillance phone to dial his regular personal cell number. A man answers, "Hello, Scott Rassmusson...Can I help you?"

"Very good--very good! Hey, be ready. They're about fifteen minutes out. You just make yourself visible. Make sure you leave this phone on. Just be ready and do what we rehearsed and we'll all be fine. Good luck!"

@ @ @ @

"Okay Agent Casey, what do we have?"

"According to the infrared, I see one in the den sitting down watching TV. According to the cell phone signal it must be Mr. Rassmusson. Nothing in the master bedroom...let's see... guest bedroom upstairs...westside? Nothing. Guest bedroom upstairs... eastside? Yes...Someone is sleeping."

"There are two more guest rooms in the back of the house. Ben, let's see what Agent Bradley comes up with."

Agent Turner reaches for his phone.

"Well, Agent Bradley, what do you have?"

"Agent Turner, we checked the eastside back bedroom on the infrared and didn't get a reading. We are moving around to the northwest side. Now give me a minute."

Agent Bradley leans over to view the infrared image that Agent Hunt has received from his equipment.

"Theodore, what do you have?"

"Look, Chief."

Agent Bradley with much excitement, picks up his phone.

"Agent Turner, we're aiming toward a balcony with a set of double French doors. I'm getting a reading of someone lying slightly raised on a bed, and to the bed's right, there is a heat source that possibly could be a bunch of medical equipment."

"Great!"

"Wait hold on."

"Sus—I mean-- Agent McKinley...use your night vision goggles. You see the curtain to the right side of the door is pulled back?"

"I'm looking Agent Bradley... let me zoom. It's a female. She's sleeping."

"Can Agent McKinley make a positive ID?"

"Let me see that picture on your phone Agent Hunt. Agent McKinley, is this her?"

"That's her, Boss! That is definitely Sandi Kano!"

"Agent Turner, we have a positive ID!"

"Alright! Stay there another 20 minutes and get some photos, then we'll meet you back at the airport to regroup."

"Right! See you back at the airport in about an hour."

"Agent Turner, did I just see a tear in your eye?"

"Agent Casey, I'll deny it to anyone but you, but yes. Let's go get a few hours sleep."

Ben wonders to himself if what he saw was a tear of joy or of regret.

"Hello, Scott Rassmusson.... Can I help you?"

"Stand down. They left."

"How did that go? I was expecting a knock at the door."

"The FBI doesn't work that way. But they'll be back tomorrow, maybe. Get some sleep. Good night."

4:40AM Text: Director, we found them. Aspen, Colorado. I await your word before proceeding in apprehending tomorrow morning. Agent Turner.s

### 41

Airport Hangar Aspen Colorado

9:30 AM MST

"Good morning, Agent Turner."

"Good morning, Agent Casey."

"I thought we'd be up the mountain by now paying Mr. Strickland a visit."

"I haven't received the green light from the Director yet. (Ring) Here he is now."

"Hello Director, good morning...Yes, we're all celebrating the fact that we finally found them... Thank you. The whole team worked very hard Director... Uh huh... Why do we have to wait? Okay Director but... I want this guy and I want to take him soon. Uh huh... Okay, I'll wait. We'll keep them under surveillance until you give me the word...yes sir... Goodbye, Director."

"What did he say?"

"He said the President's office would like us to delay apprehending Mr. Strickland and rescuing Miss Kano until the President has the opportunity to address the American people on his position on this issue of women's reproductive rights."

"And when is he going to do that?"

"The Director doesn't know yet. Once he gets that information, he'll let us know."

"So it's 'hurry up and wait.'"

"That's politics. The Director wants us to keep Lance and Sandi under surveillance, and get some photos of Mr. Strickland, Mr. Rassmusson, and more of Miss Kano."

"What do we tell the other agents?"

"The only agents that know of the location are Douglas, Bradley, Hunt, and McKinley."

"They're out in the hangar."

"Good. Send them all in and dismiss the rest of the agents until Agent Bradley can get back with them."

"I'll be right back, Chief."

(Ring) Agent Turner looks at the caller ID with a sigh and almost doesn't answer it.

"Yes Ms. Brennan how can I help you?"

"Agent Turner, congratulations on your find."

"What are you talking about?"

"I saw the surveillance photos of Sandi and know that Lance is hiding her at Scott Rassmusson's Villa in Aspen. How do you like the snow? You need to be careful. Mr. Rassmusson is a big congressional contributor. Keep that in mind as you storm the chalet. Is it still snowing in Aspen?"

"I don't know how you got your information, but you need to keep quiet."

"Agent Turner, I told you from the start that I am well connected. The President's office has been in conversation with me about his response to this attempt at hijacking the rights of women by Mr. Strickland and his supporters."

"Agent Turner, I've arranged for a Dr. Peter Marshall to accompany you a week from Thursday when you storm the chalet to rescue Miss Kano."

"A week from Thursday? Why a week from Thursday? That's thirteen days away!"

"I'll get to that in a minute. Dr. Marshall is a practicing family planning physician in Aspen who specializes in late term third trimester abortions. Unfortunately for Mr. Strickland, he chose to flee to a state that doesn't have as many restrictions on a woman's right to choose compared to some other states. He'll be returning from vacation on Wednesday, the day before the rescue, and is very eager in assisting Sandi in her decision."

"Ms. Brennan, my position all along was to do my job and find the abductor and the victim. What Miss Kano does when she is awakened is not my concern. But I am curious... Why does the President want to wait to rescue Miss Kano until after she reaches well beyond the 20 week mark in her pregnancy?"

"Agent Turner, some states and Congress are trying to use the 20 week mark as a limit for a woman in choosing to terminate the pregnancy. The President is concerned that, regardless of when the abortion is performed, there will be a lot of upset voters. If Sandi's abortion is performed before 20 weeks, the President is afraid, during this firestorm, a lot of pro-choice advocates will relent to a nationwide policy of 20 weeks in order to appease the 'awakened' majority. The President does not want that to happen. He believes the law is on his side at least in the state of Colorado and he wants to use that to our advantage."

"Jethro, the Director will be calling tomorrow to brief you on what I just said, but he will not discuss with you what I am about to say."

"What is that, Ms. Brennan?"

"When you storm the chalet, in the confusion, if Mr. Strickland and Mr. Rassmusson were to put up a fight and were, say, shot and killed by Sandi's rescuers, that wouldn't be a bad thing. This ordeal can all be over and there will be no need to go to trial and let advocates have a platform to spout out from. It would all become moot. The way the American people and the mainstream media are, things will be forgotten and will be back to normal fairly quickly. And when this happens Jethro, with my connections you will come out of this with a, let's just say, comfortable retirement." (Pause)

"Ms. Brennan, I have been a company man for 33 years. After this is over I'm handing in my retirement papers and will be purchasing a condo down in New Smyrna Beach. I spent a lot of time down in Central Florida the last three months. I kind of like it. So listen to me very closely. I will follow my Director's orders like I have done in all of my 33 years with the Bureau and will do nothing more. You will not use me to do your dirty work. The next time you interrupt my investigation, I will be charging you with obstruction of justice. Good day, Ms. Brennan!" (Click)

### 42

One Week Later

"Hello, this is Sean Hannity. Welcome back to the show. Tonight the President, while on his trip to London, finally commented on Lance Strickland's race to save his baby's life. This day, the twentieth week of pregnancy for Miss Sandi Kano is significant, because the baby is considered by a few states to be viable, which means the child has a chance to survive outside the womb and can feel pain at this age. Some say it is also the point at which the state's interest in the life of the baby outweighs the rights of the mother. A few states prohibit the mother from having an abortion past this time unless there is a verifiable health risk involved. Congress is trying to pass this 20 week limitation on abortion for the whole country. This is projected to make it through the House but will not make it pass the Senate floor. Let's go to the President and hear what he has to say."

"Mr. President, back in the States there is a great deal of controversy surrounding Lance Strickland and Sandi Kano. Miss Kano is pregnant and decided to have an abortion, but the father interfered and abducted her to prevent her from going through with it. She is now over 20 weeks pregnant which is past the legal limit to have an abortion in most of Europe. What is your comment on that?"

"Thank you for that question. First of all, let me say that our prayers go out to Miss Kano and her family. This has been a cruel and selfish act committed by a man who was on his way to marrying this brave woman. He was to love and protect and instead, he chose to violate her rights and the laws of the state they were residing in. Our Legislature is now interfering in what I believe should be left to the states to decide and not Congress. Let me make myself clear--a woman's reproductive health should be between her and her doctor and up to the individual states to regulate through the voice of the voters. Next question..."

"So there you have it. With me tonight are Senator Henry Friendly from Georgia and California Congressman John Hart Ely. Gentlemen, thanks for coming back."

"It's great to be back."

"Okay, let's start with you Congressman Ely. What did you think of the President's comments?"

"Look Sean, it goes with what I have been saying all along. Lance Strickland broke the law no matter if you think he had a good reason or not. He broke the law in Florida, where it says a woman can choose to have an abortion prior to 24 weeks of pregnancy or, up to viability with a right to privacy and without interference. He violated her rights and should be punished."

"Okay, but what about now? The baby is over 20 weeks along in development. Some states call the fetus a baby at this time because of viability and afford the baby protection."

"Sean, I know this is a difficult situation, but I agree with the President. This is a state matter and we in Congress should not decide what's best for a woman and her reproductive health."

"Senator?"

"Sean, I believe life begins at conception and a baby developing in the womb should have the same rights and protection as anybody outside the womb. Mr. Strickland is doing what he feels he has to do to protect his son or daughter. The President is doing his classic avoidance act, not making any hard decision because he does not want to upset any of his base. You know Sean, Judge Hawthorne announced her retirement from the bench last month. This whole situation may have the President leaning toward a middle ground pick in order to appease the middle right of his base. This whole situation has awakened America's moral consciousness on the subject of abortion. I just wish Mr. Strickland the best of luck."

"Interesting...Senator, do you agree with Congressman Ely about Congress not getting involved in legislating a nationwide limit on abortion?"

"Sean, the President said that abortion should be rare. But is 1.2 million children killed last year rare? I don't think so... Look, left up to the President, nothing will be done to reduce that number. Left up to the states individually, it will only lead to an unspoken industry where women of means will flock to the least restricted state in order to terminate their unwanted child's life. In the Congressman's state of California, it's impossible to get an accurate count of the babies aborted each year because they're not strict in keeping accurate records, so thousands of abortions go unreported."

"Sean, the Senator from Georgia would rather women be made to have their babies and raise them in an environment where they are not loved or provided for."

"Congressman Ely, I know this is a difficult situation but there are tens of thousands of families who can't have children on their own, who are willing to adopt that unwanted child. That child can be loved if given a chance. Look, Lance Strickland is struggling to give his child a chance to experience life outside the womb and I hope he is successful. Sean, the President said that Lance is to love and protect his future wife. Do you know hundreds of thousands of women who have had an abortion suffer from depression and regret their decision ten, twenty years later. There are also studies that link abortion to a higher risk of developing breast cancer. This so called private decision may cause emotional pain that can tear up a future family. So the President is right. Lance Strickland is protecting his future wife, from the psychological harm of deep regret. This unspoken ticking time bomb is the real war on women and I hope America will soon realize this!!"

"Gentlemen, thank you for your time."

"Thank you, Sean."

"And this just in, a CBS News Poll asked, 'Do you think Mr. Strickland is justified in what he is doing?' An overwhelming 68 percent of viewers said yes. Twenty one percent said no and 11 percent are undecided. Wow, stunning stuff... Well, to all my viewers, stay safe and to Lance Strickland, stay hidden. Good night."

### 43

Aspen Airport FBI Hangar

Wednesday morning

"Hello is there an Agent Turner here?"

"Yes can I help you?"

"Agent Turner, I'm Dr. Marshall. I believe Ms. Brennan told--I mean--mentioned me."

"Yes, you are the Abortionist."

"I prefer the term 'Family Planning Physician.'"

"Let me be frank with you Doctor. I don't like what you do but I have a job to do and apparently so do you. We are going in to rescue Miss Kano at around eight tomorrow morning. According to our surveillance, Mr. Strickland and Mr. Rassmusson are late sleepers. After we secure the house you may come in and take over the care of Miss Kano."

"Thank you, Agent Turner. According to what I've seen on the surveillance photos and the pictures of Miss Kano on the internet, she has most of the equipment that I need to perform the procedure there."

"I can't let you perform anything there! It is a crime scene!"

"Agent Turner, once Miss Kano gains consciousness, she will think she is twelve weeks pregnant not 22 weeks. Her stomach has increased in size to where she can very well notice a fetus inside her. She has the potential to miscarry due to stress at any time. I need her to be conscious and able to sign a form permitting me to extract the fetus from her in the state of Colorado. There will be a lot of scrutiny of the legal procedures once she has this done and I can't afford to leave anything unchecked. The more time we wait, the more traumatic this experience will be for her once she gains consciousness. So I insist you rethink your position and let me perform the procedure on sight."

"You know, Doctor? I really hate this but if Miss Kano's life is at stake then, yes, you can have the room but try to touch and move as little as possible."

"Thank you, Agent Turner. Once the procedure is complete and she has recovered without any complications, we will move her to Mount Overlook Hospital where I have medical privileges."

"Is there anything else you need?"

"I don't think so."

"Then get a good night's sleep. We leave here at 6:30."

"I'll be ready."

Dr. Marshall walks away.

Agent Turner thinks to himself, I can't wait to retire...

### 44

Thursday Morning 7:00 AM

"Scott, are you watching this?"

"Yeah, I was on it about a half hour ago once I noticed the agents assembling at the airport."

"Do you see the target that has followed the agents to within one mile of your villa?"

"Yes Lance."

"I tagged him yesterday. His phone number reads AOFPC which stands for Aspen Overlook Family Planning Center. That center is run by Dr. Marshall, a high-profile advocate for abortion on demand. He is an in-your-face, no apologies, 'I'm within the law' crusader for abortion."

"Interesting... Lance, I awakened the gang ten minutes ago to let them know its show-time."

"How is everything holding up?"

"Everything's great. I think I'll give JJ another week in Capri."

"Three weeks? You'll come back married... I just know it."

"Are you ready with Jennifer?"

"Yes. She's on her way to the studio in Orlando. She still doesn't know why. It is hard not to answer any of her questions. She'll be there all day."

"Good."

"Just pray that no one gets hurt."

Scott calmly starts selecting icons on his surveillance phone.

"Let's see... there's the dot from the villa. Let me click on Scott Rassmusson's phone number... now calling FBI Headquarters, call.

The phone conversation that Scott makes next will now appear as it is being made from his Villa.

7:55 AM CST

"Five minutes until we go in. Everybody in their places? Remember, do not shoot unless you see a firearm and it's absolutely necessary. Wait for my orders."(Ring) This better not be the Director telling me to stand down or so help me Ms. Brennan. I'd surely like to lock her up and throw away the key. Let's see...Yes, Headquarters?"

"Agent Turner, I have a Scott Rassmusson on the phone. The number is coming from the house that is 800 feet in front of you. He is calling asking to speak to you."

"Thank you. Put him through."

"Agent Turner here."

"Hello Agent Turner? This is Scott Rassmusson. I know you have found where Lance is hiding and are about to enter my home."

"How do you know that, Mr. Rassmusson?"

"I have friends at the airport. My corporate jet is parked three hangars over from your command post."

"What can I do for you?"

"Agent Turner, I know that you have us surrounded and unfortunately there is nothing Lance and I can do but pray that Sandi has changed her mind about keeping their baby. Lance has just disconnected Sandi from the Extended Space Flight Machine. She will be regaining consciousness in about 20 minutes. All I ask is for you to wait 30 minutes so the father can plead with the mother to save the child."

(Pause)

Text: If you do that you are relieved of duty! -The Director

"I can't do that, Mr. Rassmusson. We're coming in now. I want you and Lance to come out to the front porch with your hands over your heads. If you do that, there is no chance that either one of you will get hurt."

(Pause)

"We'll comply. Agent Turner, this is the last time either Lance or I will talk to you or to anyone else without our attorneys present!" (Click)

"All agents stand down. Mr. Strickland and Mr. Rassmusson are coming out to the front porch to surrender. Do not shoot! I repeat do not shoot!"

A news helicopter appears over the villa as the front door opens.

@ @ @ @

Orlando Florida

"Jennifer, I was not expecting you here this morning."

"Yeah Phil, I received another one of those mysterious calls that told me to be here."

"What for?"

"I don't know. He just said to be ready."

"Are you?"

"Let me finish this second cup of coffee then I'll let you know."

Phil looks down at his computer screen.

"Jennifer, drink quickly because we're monitoring a live situation with our Aspen Colorado affiliate. They are over a villa in Aspen owned by Scott Rassmusson. Someone called in a tip a half hour ago that Lance and Sandi are there and the FBI are about to storm the place. Our reporter in the air confirms that the authorities have over 20 vehicles surrounding the home and look—he's zooming in on the front porch."

Jennifer walks around the desk and looks down over Phil's shoulder and says, "Who's that?"

"I guess that's Mr. Rassmusson. I remember him now. He was in the news a few years ago. Lance was a local hero. He saved his life in an accident or something. Darn! I should have put that together."

"Is that Lance? Come on! Zoom in! Zoom in!"

"Yes that's Lance! They got him! They got him, Jen!"

"Son of a gun! That's not good news! We can't just stand by and allow--oh my, where did you say they are?"

"Aspen!"

"Colorado...of all the places to be--Colorado! We can't let this happen. Get the chief in here. We're going live ASAP! Are any of the other networks showing this?"

"No, this is live, and we're the only ones out there."

"Wow... I don't have time to go put my makeup on!"

@ @ @ @

"Mr. Strickland and Mr. Rassmusson, I'm Agent Turner. I see you are wearing your jackets. Good...Now take them off. Please turn around and put your hands behind your heads. Get on your knees...Good. Agent Casey and Agent Douglas here will come behind you and frisk you. Now slowly take your hands down and put on the vests that the agents hand you. Good. Now once you are cuffed, slowly turn around and start walking toward the vehicles. We will be talking to you gentlemen later with your attorneys present. Agent McKinley and Agent Hunt, take these two into custody and don't forget to read them their rights."

Ms. Brennan looks down on the caller ID to see it is from one of her new recruited soldiers and quickly answers it.

"Hello."

"There is no way... No way! I got them both in my sights but the plan was to throw in a few percussion grenades, storm the house, go room to room securing behind me and if anyone got shot it was because they resisted. But not this way... And when that news helicopter showed up recording everyone's positions on the ground you could just forget that idea.... I'm not doing it. I got five years in the agency and I'll move up some other way. Not this way. Not in cold blooded murder. You can forget it, lady!" (Click)

Agent Turner walks over to the vehicle and sticks his head near the open window.

"I am going to grant your request Mr. Rassmusson and not ask you where Sandi Kano is or any other questions until you talk to your attorney. Agent Douglas will be escorting you to the Aspen City Jail where you will formally be arrested."

"Agent Douglas, get them out of here and I don't want you to let either one of them out of your sight. You are not allowed to even use the bathroom unless the two men are in the bathroom with you. Understand?"

"Yes, Chief."

"Go. I'll be there soon."

"Agent Casey, shall we?"

"Yes Chief."

The two agents enter the home and move meticulously through every room of the first floor. Ten minutes later the first floor is secure.

"The first floor is secure."

"We already knew that, Boss."

"Agent Casey, we're doing this by the book."

"We know the only person left in the house is upstairs in the back bedroom."

"Agent Casey, protocol says you secure the house one room at a time, being as thorough as possible."

"Chief, you're stalling! You know when you find Miss Kano upstairs, you'll have to report to the Director and that despicable doctor will be allowed to do his thing that he does so well. Agent Turner, is that a tear in your eye?"

"Ben, I don't see any hope but I need to complete the job."

"Maybe that news helicopter can send us the hope we need."

"There is no hope in this state."

"Upstairs, Chief?"

"Yes, but start in the front bedrooms and don't forget the large rec room."

### 45

"Hello, this is Megyn Kelly with a FOX News exclusive. We have just learned that Lance Strickland and Sandi Kano have been found. I repeat, Lance Strickland and Sandi Kano have been found. They were found hiding in a home owned by multibillionaire Scott Rassmusson who is the founder of RASSMU Communications. The home is located in Aspen, Colorado. Colorado is one of the least restricted states on abortion in the nation. It can't get any worse for the fate of Lance's child. Here is footage taken ten minutes ago of agents overtaking the house. You can see Lance Strickland. No doubt about it. That's Lance and Mr. Rassmusson being taken away in handcuffs."

"We go now live to Jennifer Lewis who has been actively reporting since the beginning of this ordeal. Jennifer, this is Megyn Kelly. What have you learned?"

"Megyn, I received a call this morning from whom I now know was Scott Rassmusson. He said to come to the studio early and to be ready because there was something that was going to happen today."

"And it happened, indeed. It went down badly for Mr. Rassmusson, Lance Strickland, and presumably very badly for the baby."

"I pray that's not the case, Megyn. The child is 22 weeks along and he or she has a chance to survive outside the womb. The baby can be delivered now and have more than a 25 percent chance of survival. I hope your viewers call their Representatives right now and voice their opinions. Get off the couch! Don't be a bystander! Get involved!"

"Thank you, Jennifer."

"Thank you, Megyn."

"We'll be right back to join Jennifer as she receives any new information.

"What do you think, Megyn?"

"I don't know, Shepard. You have to remember that the mother is in Colorado and the right of the infant at this stage of development is not recognized there. We'll just have to wait and see."

8:45 AM CST

"Hello, Director."

"Agent Turner, I've been calling over and over on your cell trying to reach you for the last 20 minutes. What's taking you so long to secure the house?"

"It's a big home, Director, and I'm doing it by the book. I put my phone down near the den as we swept the first floor. I didn't realize you were calling."

"Is she there?"

"Yes, Director. We just entered Miss Kano's room. She's still asleep."

"I need a picture for confirmation."

"Director, I said we have her."

"I believe you, but the President's office wants a photo for confirmation."

"Alright...hold on...Agent Casey... Take a photo of Miss Kano and send it to the Director."

"Agent Turner, I want you to call Dr. Marshall and allow him access to the house."

"Agent Casey, tell the agent assigned to Dr. Marshall to let him through."

"Alright. That's being done. Agent Casey sent you over three photos."

"I just received them...Congratulations Agent Turner for completing your assignment."

"It's not finished yet, Director. I'm personally seeing that Mr. Strickland and Mr. Rassmusson have the protection they need from anyone who might keep them from getting their day in court."

"I don't know what you are talking about Agent Turner, but I'll be happy to discuss that with you when you return to DC."

"Director, the doctor just walked in and I need to make sure I have assisted him to your satisfaction."

"Goodbye, Agent Turner." (Click)

Dr. Marshall walks over to Sandi and places his leather bag on the foot of the bed.

"Doc, here she is. She started stirring a few minutes ago."

"Thank you, Agent Turner. According to Dr. Wells' notes that I was able to obtain, she should be completely conscious in about ten minutes. I cannot fully examine her until I get her consent. It looks like I have everything here to perform the procedure. You need to leave us. My nurse and my anesthesiologist are both here to do the required paperwork and to help with the procedure."

"Doc, I'm leaving Agent Casey here until Sandi regains consciousness. I want her to assure him that she is okay before the FBI hands her over to your care."

The doctor reacts as if his heart has just been pierced.

"Very well Agent Turner, but he will have to leave before I counsel her about her options. Those options are between her and her physician."

"You're not her doctor!"

"Agent Casey, in the state of Colorado I can be with a simple signature."

"Once she has come to and I'm satisfied that she's aware of her surroundings, then I'll leave."

"Very well."

Agent Turner taps Agent Casey on the shoulder, breaking Ben's glare at the doctor.

"Agent Casey, I'm going to the courthouse to watch over Mr. Strickland and Mr. Rassmusson."

"Is there a problem, Chief?"

"I'll fill you in on it later."

"Okay. I'll call when I'm done here."

"Right."

9:00 AM CST

"This is a live CBS Special Report..."

"Hello viewers this is Donna Gray. Sandi Kano was found today in a villa in Aspen, Colorado. In custody right now are Lance Strickland and his accomplice, billionaire Scott Rassmusson, founder of RASSMU Communications. The relationship between the two is still unfolding, but four years ago Lance Strickland heroically saved Scott Rassmusson's life in a daring rescue on the ski slopes of North Carolina. Miss Kano is still believed to be in the home. We do not know the status of the child she is carrying."

"With this breaking news the President, who is still in London, is about to speak to the nation in a live broadcast from Buckingham Palace. He met with the Queen about an hour ago. Our political correspondent who accompanied him reported that the President's schedule indicates a meeting with Parliament Members afterward, but the President appeared to be in a holding pattern, waiting on information from his office. It looks like he is about to weigh in on this issue, so let's listen in."

"I was on my way to speak to Parliament when I received word that Sandi Kano, the courageous woman who was abducted eleven weeks ago, was found after an extensive search by our Bureau of Investigations. Let me assure you that she is safe, and that the perpetrator of this nightmare has been placed in Federal custody. Charges will be forthcoming after the Attorney General reviews the case and weighs all the options to be certain Miss Kano receives the justice she deserves."

"Now as I stated previously on the matter of Women's Rights, I, along with our leadership, believe the personal choice of a woman's health should be left up to the woman and her doctor.

Miss Kano is in Aspen, Colorado as I speak. The laws of the State of Colorado concerning a woman's right to choose remain favorable for Miss Kano if, and let me be clear, if she chooses to proceed with what she determined was in her best interest eleven weeks ago.

I have contacted Colorado Governor Blackmun and have assured him that he has mine and the federal government's support in upholding what the people of Colorado have voiced through their legislators."

The President looks over to the side.

"Are we ready?"

He gets a nod from one of his secretaries.

"I'm going to leave you with Governor Blackmun of Colorado. Governor, you can take it from here."

The State Capital: Denver, Colorado

The Governor is standing behind a podium in a crowded auditorium.

"Thank you, Mr. President. As Governor of Colorado I am bound to uphold the laws of this great state. Miss Kano will be advised of her options by a state certified physician, and her decision will be honored and her privacy will be protected as well. I ask that those who come to protest obey and respect our laws. Thank you."

The broadcast suddenly ends.

"Okay, let me recap what we just heard. The President is supporting the law of the state where Miss Kano was rescued, stating that Colorado's laws take jurisdiction over what happens to Miss Kano's fetus--or baby--depending on what side you are on. Sandi Kano is currently being advised of her options and may be having the baby aborted as we speak."

The look of despair on the reporter's face is evident.

"We now return to your regular programming... from CBS News, this is Donna Gray."

9:10 AM CST

"Miss Kano, Miss Kano? Wake up, Miss Kano!"

Dr. Marshall gently shakes Sandi's arm.

"Doctor, I had a strange dream that there were FBI agents here."

"How are you feeling right now?"

"I'm okay. Where is my doctor? What kind of hospital recovery room is this? It looks like a guest room...Why is my stomach so big?"

"Miss Kano, listen to me. Due to some unfortunate circumstances, you're still pregnant. Dr. Griswald wasn't able to perform the procedure. The nurse is going to take your vitals."

"Okay."

"Agent Casey, if you're satisfied, you can leave."

"Miss Kano, I am FBI Agent Casey."

"So I wasn't dreaming."

"Before I leave I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine Agent Casey. I'm a little confused, but I'll be alright."

"Alright I'll let you and the health professionals here have some privacy."

"Thank you, Agent Casey," Dr. Marshall exclaims sarcastically.

The doctor while examining Sandi's chart escorts the agent to the door and closes it behind him.

"Doctor, Miss Kano's blood pressure is extremely low."

"Thank you, nurse."

"Miss Kano, Dr. Griswald wasn't able to perform the procedure, but I can do it and do it now. Your vitals are indicating that your health may be at risk if you continue with this pregnancy. You don't want to continue with this pregnancy, do you? If you want this to be over quickly, sign this authorization so I can perform what Dr. Griswald was supposed to perform on you a few weeks ago."

"Nurse, move that machine. Get a bag of saline ready."

"Sandi, sign the form and we'll put you back to sleep. The next time you wake up you'll have a flat stomach and be back to your girlish figure. What's your decision?"

"Nurse, shut off the lights and close those drapes."

"Doctor I don't know...you're scaring me. I can hardly see you."

(Ring) "This is Agent Casey. To whom am I speaking?"

"Miss Kano needs you to check on her again. Dr. Marshall isn't being as supportive as he promised."

(Click)"Hello? Hello?"

"Miss Kano, your mother Mandi will be waiting for you when we're done. Just sign the form and we can finish what you came to the hospital to do."

(Knock, knock) "Doc I wanted to check on Miss Kan-- why are the lights turned off? (Click) And I was not aware of her mother being here."

"Turn the lights off! Agent Casey you're out of line. You are invading a private conversation between doctor and patient."

"Miss Kano, are you okay?"

"Why did you come back, Agent Casey?"

"I received a strange phone call telling me to check on you."

Sandi sits up.

"Doctor, can I see that chart?"

"That's an unusual request. Why?"

"Just give her the chart!"

"Don't take that from me, Agent Casey. Give it back!"

"Here you go, Miss Kano."

"Your nurse took my vitals a few minutes ago. It was a normal 110 over 70. I saw it on the display. She put down 75 over 50. You checked those numbers yourself when you asked Agent Casey to leave. You've fabricated those numbers to justify an abortion to protect my health."

"Miss Kano, you're delirious because of the stress of realizing that you are 22 weeks pregnant and your state of shock is clouding your mind."

"Agent Casey, leave or I will have your job."

Agent Casey presses the button on the blood pressure monitor. The band around Sandi's arm goes slightly tight. The beep and the blinking numbers indicating 110 over 70 take the charge out of the doctor's voice.

"Agent Casey, I'll be calling the Director personally. If you still have your job after I've reported this, it will be a miracle."

"Miss Kano, I won't leave if you don't want me to."

Sandi looks directly into Agent Casey's eyes and says, "Agent Casey, Miss Kano may want you to leave but (Dr. Marshall nearly has a heart attack when the wig is removed and the masked is peeled off) Mrs. Pam McKorvey would like you to stay!!"

### 46

9:20 AM

"Hello, Jennifer Lewis reporting from FOX News in Orlando. I just received a mysterious text asking me to play this video feed which is, I guess, from Aspen. We are seeing this for the first time and, based on the clock behind Sandi, there is a ten-minute delay. Let's listen in."

"Why is my stomach so big?"

"Miss Kano, listen to me. Due to some unfortunate circumstances you are still pregnant. Dr. Griswald was not..."

Aspen Police Headquarters

9:25 AM

The interrogation room is quiet. Agent Turner just arrived. He sits across from Mr. Rassmusson and is silent. Mr. Rassmusson's attorney is on the way and he figures it won't hurt to stare at his suspect. If the discomfort of the situation makes Rassmusson want to talk, he won't stop him.

(Ring) "Excuse me, Mr. Rassmusson."

Scott gives an indifferent nod.

"Yes, Agent Casey? Mmm hmm... Not going to believe what?... Uh huh... I'm still here... Okay, let her take a shower and bring her here. Oh, and tell the doctor that I deeply regret that we are not in need of his services... Okay, bye."

"Okay Mr. Rassmusson I want you to tell me who Pam McKorvey is, and where Sandi Kano is as well!"

"Well Agent Turner, (wig and mask are removed) Pam McKorvey is my wife and as far as where Sandi Kano is, why in the world should I know?"

Agent Turner is stunned.

"I'll be right back."

Agent Turner leaves the room and goes to the room next door. He walks up to Lance Strickland who is seated in a chair and pulls his hair.

"Ow!"

"Good... at least you are you. Where is Sandi Kano?"

"Isn't she at the villa?"

"Don't play dumb with me. Mr. and Mrs. McKorvey are under arrest and so are you for abducting Sandi Kano."

"Agent Turner, this is the second time in the last three months that you've threatened to arrest me. But unlike the first time, I'm not going to help you find Sandi or Lance!"

The rubber pieces from Lance's face are peeled and wiped off.

"Colt?"

"Yes Agent Turner... surprise!"

With a half-smile, Agent Turner says, "Colt, your brother and Mr. Rassmusson? They're very good. Stand up... go sit with Mr. McKorvey and wait until Agent Casey brings his wife in."

Colt slips passed the dazed agent all the while scratching his new found nose and cheek which have been meticulously hidden for the last two weeks.

FOX News Orlando Live Broadcast

9:30 AM CST

"..You can go take a shower, Mrs. McKorvey. I'll wait out here until you're through."

"Thanks, Agent Casey."

Ben watches Pam leave the room then turns toward Dr. Marshall.

"Oh, Doc? Agent Turner wants you to know that he deeply regrets that we're not in need of your services."

"Well, yes. I just have to say this is very out of the ordinary."

"And Doc, I want you to know I think you're scum! You're all packed. There's the door. Use it."

(Slam) The screen goes blank on the millions of viewer's television sets.

(Pause) Jennifer Lewis reappears on the screen.

"Okay. I don't know exactly what I just saw but it looks like Sandi Kano is still out there somewhere. I interviewed that woman at the DeLand Airport weeks ago along with her husband. They were there to support Lance and to help out in any way they could. Let's go to a commercial so we can collect our thoughts on what has just transpired here. We'll be right back."

"Cut! Oh wow!"

"Jen, we got picked up and just went out live on CBS, CNN, PBS, and BBC News! Millions of people saw that!"

"And millions of people will see that tonight on Primetime!"

Aspen Police Headquarters

9:45 AM CST

"Hello, Director? I was just about to call you about Miss Kan... Director, calm down... I can't understand you while you're screaming. ..Uh huh...Oh really? Live TV! Wow!...The President's office? You're being summoned to the White House. Give the President my best... No. I'm not being a smart...No, I don't know where I'd go from here... Wait. I do know, but what about Agent Casey? He said that on live TV... Well Director, how about if I talk to him? Can he still keep his job?... Yes sir... It's out of your hands...You're sure?... Okay--I need to call you back." (Click)

10:30 AM CST

Agent Turner is filling out paper work at the desk when Agent Casey walks in accompanied by Pam McKorvey.

"Hello, Mrs. McKorvey?"

"Hello, Agent Turner."

"You may go see your husband and Colt now. The door will lock behind you."

"Thanks, but before I go I want you to know about the courage shown by Agent Casey."

"Thanks, ma'am, but I'm aware of it."

"Oh...Alright then."

Ben turns around as the door shuts behind Pam.

"Did that doctor call the Chief?"

"No Agent Casey, you're all over FOX News and the other networks."

"What do you mean?"

"Scott Rassmusson's villa is ready to host a Big Brother Episode and you're invited back. It seems Mr. Rassmusson secretly recorded everything that happened up in Sandi's, or Pam's, room and streamed it out to all the networks on a ten-minute delay."

"That must explain the three texts I received while driving over here."

"What do you mean?"

"Chief, this whole case has gotten to me. I don't know if I'm cut out to be an agent. Separating myself from the case I'm involved in is tough. Anyway, with my time in Iraq and Afghanistan, I put out my resumé to a half dozen security firms. All three texts said I got the job and that no interview is required."

"That's because they already saw all they needed to see about your character--the same character that makes you a good agent!"

"Thanks, Chief."

"Ben, please call me Jethro."

"Thanks, Jethro."

"Oh, and by the way Ben, once we take these three accomplices back to DeLand, you're fired!"

"Chief?"

### 47

Sean Hannity Show

10:00 PM

"Welcome everyone. I have Senator Friendly with me tonight. Congressman Ely was invited but declined at the last minute because he had a prior obligation, and I have been unable to get anyone from Planned Parenthood to return my calls."

"Senator, welcome back to the Hannity Show. Today it appeared that the race to save the Strickland baby was over. In what appears to be some kind of elaborate diversion, Lance Strickland, with the help of communication mogul Scott Rassmusson, seems to have set a trap for the FBI."

"Sean, the trap was also set for the President of the United States."

"What do you mean?"

"I believe the President must have been informed about where they were before he went on the record."

"Why?"

"According to my sources, investigators from the FBI were in Colorado days before his comments in London last week. He knew that if Miss Kano was in Colorado he could go on record that he would not interfere in state's rights. Because this state is as liberal as it gets when it comes to abortion, it was an easy decision for a President who does not want to take a leadership role in anything that will jeopardize the support from his base."

"So let's see him weasel out of this one."

"It's going to be really hard Sean. He was seen on most of the major networks telling the nation his position. Plus, what we saw today is an obvious manipulation of the law by an abortionist."

"Senator, the American people are outraged. We've received reports that the Capital Building in Denver has attracted thousands of people quietly walking the grounds. Some group has set up 154 lit candles outside the Capital and are keeping a vigil to make sure the flames are not extinguished until the birth of the child, adding an additional candle for each new day. The Governor is investigating Dr. Marshall and may be pulling his license. No one is answering at the doctor's residence. Senator, I bet the doctor gets off with just a slap on the hand because the woman he was actually counseling was not pregnant and a good lawyer will plead entrapment."

"You're probably right Sean, but the damage has already been done. You can't come up with a better set of circumstances leading up to the next election. There are many upset people who have awakened to the fact that innocent babies are dying. Babies are being killed by the type of individuals we saw today in Colorado who are flaunting the law over the rights of the unborn."

"So what can be done?"

"Call your Senators and express your outrage. Let him or her know that you want the leadership in the Senate to bring a bill to the floor similar to the House's for an up and down vote and if they don't, you will remember that when you go to the polls. You see Sean, with support from both sides of the aisle we can pass a bill with a super majority that, once before the President, he will have no choice but to sign into law."

"What bill is that?"

"I'm sorry Sean. The bill would restrict abortion after the twentieth week of pregnancy. And let me be clear, this is just a start."

"Sean, we also have an Administration that disregards the law and commits acts that are a flagrant violation of an individual's rights."

"How is that, Senator?"

"I am in the middle of an investigation, so I can't speak too much about it, but the President wants to appear to stay neutral to the American people on the subject of abortion, but behind the scenes he is directly involved in trying to bring about his ideological position."

"Thank you, Senator. And there you have it...I usually say this at the end of the broadcast, but Lance Strickland, stay safe and stay hidden."

### 48

Friday morning

9:00 AM

"Wake up Agent Turner. Agent Turner--wake up."

"What's wrong? Why aren't you in the cockpit helping the captain fly the plane?"

"Agent Turner, the captain needs to talk to you."

"Alright. Are we in Florida yet?"

"Yes we are, about fifteen minutes from landing."

"Can I help you, Captain?"

"I just got word from the DeLand Airport on the advisory frequency that there are over 5,000 people out in front of the airport awaiting your arrival. The Airport Director is afraid people will tear down the fence in front of the ramp once they see us taxiing to park."

"How did they find out we were coming?"

"The news people were at the Aspen Airport when we departed last night. Once they recorded the tail number, all they needed to do was input it into the FAA's Flight Aware Program. It would have reported we were en route to the DeLand Taylor Airport and our estimated time of arrival was 9:15 AM EST. What do you want us to do?"

"Divert to Daytona."

"Roger, go sit back down. We'll be there in less than ten minutes."

"Daytona Approach, this is November 4."

"November 4 Daytona Approach."

"We would like to change our destination to Daytona."

"Roger, what is the reason for your change in destination?"

"To prevent a riot."

"Say again November 4?..."

@ @ @ @

The rental van Agent Turner was able to obtain from Yellowstone Aviation allows the three agents and three accomplices to arrive at the Volusia County Courthouse undetected. Once word gets around that they are in the courthouse, the crowd marches the two miles down Woodland Boulevard through the Stetson University Campus and surrounds the building, spilling over into the downtown streets. Traffic comes to a standstill within a two block radius of the courthouse. The chant of, "Let them go, let them go," can be heard within a mile in all directions. The news networks have teams filming it all. The signs tell the story: "Life Begins at Conception," "Leave Lance Alone," "Pass The 20-Week Limit," "Abortion IS Wrong," "Agent Casey Rocks."

@ @ @ @

"Hello, this is Katherine Maria reporting for CBS News from the steps of the historic Volusia County Courthouse in DeLand, Florida. There is a crowd gathered to support the three individuals who are part of the elaborate stunt to throw the authorities off the trail of Lance Strickland. He is the one who abducted his pregnant girlfriend to prevent her from having an abortion. He's been on the run for the last eleven weeks and is desperately trying to keep his son or daughter away from the hands of the authorities. Let me see if I can talk to someone holding one of the hundreds of signs."

"Sir, Sir--Katherine Maria from CBS News. Can you speak to the viewers and tell them why you're here?"

"I'm here to show my support for Pam and Norman McKorvey and Colt Strickland. They got involved and led the FBI and the White House on a wild goose chase. They were the bait, and the trap caught the dark, hidden side of America and American politics, which I hope can be changed."

"What would you like to see happen?"

"For Lance Strickland to be left alone so his son or daughter can have a chance at life."

"Thank you."

@ @ @ @

"Mr. and Mrs. McKorvey and Mr. Strickland, I hope your trip back to Florida and to DeLand was comfortable."

"Yes, Agent Turner, you've treated us very favorably."

"Yes, I thought processing you out here would save you the expense and hassle of getting back to your home town. You will be released back to your homes wearing these ankle bracelets so that we can be certain you're no longer helping Lance in his endeavors. After Agent Douglas finishes with the paperwork, he'll put on the tracking devices, and then you're free to go. Any questions?"

"You're going to release us without interrogating us?"

"Colt, I know you're not going to help out in my investigation and I know Mr. and Mrs. McKorvey are not going to give me any information. Am I right?"

"Right."

"So why waste my time? Go home. Get some sleep."

"But what about the crowds outside?"

"What about them? It was your actions that brought them here but, since I officially request that you don't talk to them, here's what I'll do. I'll have a car dispatched to New York Avenue and Woodland Boulevard. You can go out the side entrance, across the alley, and into the back of the art studio. Once you come out the front of the studio onto Woodland, walk a half block south to New York. You will see one of our government vehicles waiting for you. You should be able to make it home from there. Again, I would caution you not to talk to the press, but I don't think that will do me any good either."

"Thank you, Agent Turner."

"Just stay out of any more trouble."

"You know Agent Turner, my husband and I can't promise you that."

"Agent Douglas, finish the paperwork on the monitoring agreement, then process them out."

"Agent Casey, come with me."

The two agents walk into the hallway.

"It looks like you better take the same route I gave them. I'll have a second car waiting for you. You can take it wherever you need to go. Just call to let us know where we can pick it up."

"Agent Turner, I noticed what you did. You didn't charge them, didn't read them their rights, and didn't have them sign anything except the monitoring agreement. Any future charges will be thrown out on a technicality. You're not that sloppy, Jethro. What gives?"

A half smiling Agent Turner looks Ben in the eye and says, "Your badge and weapon, Agent Casey."

Ben half smiles, hands the badge and revolver over, and whispers, "Enjoy your retirement, Jethro" as he steps out the side door.

@ @ @ @

5:00 PM

The crowds have subsided and Agent Turner is behind his desk.

"Agent Turner, Mr. and Mrs. McKorvey, and Colt Strickland are safely home."

"Good...Agent Douglas, step into my office for a moment."

"Yes, Agent Turner."

"I just got off the phone with the Director. With Agent Casey leaving to pursue a career in the private sector, he suggested that you step in to replace him. I had no problems with that suggestion. So if you're up to it, you're now the number two man in charge on this case."

"I don't know what to say, Sir."

"Say yes."

"Yes!"

"Okay, go home and get some rest. We need to start back here on Monday with a fresh new look on this."

"Monday...that's three days away. Why so long, Sir?

"Agent Douglas, sometimes you need to step back and take your time. We might uncover something we overlooked."

### 49

Bowler Baptist Church

Sunday Morning

"I see that Pam and Norman McKorvey are wearing a highly irregular piece of jewelry this morning."

"Yes, Pastor Tom. Norm and I have a matching set."

"Do you want to say a few words to the congregation?"

"Yes. First of all, thank you for all your prayers. During the whole time I was in that hospital bed, I could feel God's protection over me, especially as I was being attended to by that frightening man. I feel God guided my words and allowed us to expose the lies told by those who are profiting from these terrible situations. For all of you who know my testimony, I feel that although the pain of my past can't totally be forgotten, it has certainly lessened, knowing that we may have saved a life and may have prevented a woman from enduring the long bouts of depression and guilt that I have experienced."

"Sister Pam, remember your past is forgotten in the eyes of God because of what your Savior has done for you."

An "Amen" is heard throughout the congregation.

"I know, Pastor Tom, but I just want to let everyone know that through your prayers, your love for the Strickland family, and your love for me, you have made an impact. It wasn't just me. It was all of you."

"Thank you, Pam."

@ @ @ @

Monday

"Good morning, Agent Douglas."

"Good morning, sir. I brought you some coffee and a few doughnuts from Bill's."

"Thank you. Okay...let's list all the facts. We know that Scott Rassmusson is involved. He's using his expertise in the communication and technology fields to throw us off track. We can't rely on any information we receive from cell phone signals."

"Why is that?"

"Because Agent Douglas, the voice of Mr. Rassmusson, which we confirmed by voice comparison, was traced to the phone that Mr. McKorvey had in his possession."

"So when he called, we presumed it was coming from inside the villa in Aspen, but it wasn't.

"All the calls that Jennifer Lewis received were done in the same way. Congressman Ely and his family accused us of harassment every time we ran down one of those bogus cell signals."

"So all the cell phone signals are untraceable or bogus leads?"

"Yes, so let's concentrate on Mr. Rassmusson himself. Do we know where he is?"

"No, his secretary believed he was in Aspen the whole time."

"Take three agents. I want you to find out everything about Mr. Rassmusson's whereabouts for the last two months. I want to know about all his real-estate holdings as well."

"Agent Turner, I've been checking over the weekend and Mr. Rassmusson has been in Los Angeles twice for meetings with his advertisers. He's been to Washington, DC four times for meetings with the CIA about things the agency won't disclose. The CIA said they need RASSMUCOM more than RASSMUCOM needs the government, so back off."

"Anything else?"

"Here's something that may be connected. He's been to the Savannah area twice to donate medical equipment to the Savannah Medical Center's Obstetrics Center. He's been personally involved in transporting the replaced equipment from the center to Med-Share in Atlanta. The hospital's public relations office took a photo of Mr. Rassmusson leaving the facility in a Ryder Rental Truck."

"Check all the Ryder Rental Facilities in Savannah and see if we can get a record of his trip to Atlanta."

"Alright. I also checked on his real estate holdings. Besides the homes in Atlanta and Aspen, he owns homes in St. Simons, Santa Barbara, Long Island, London, Hong Kong and Vienna."

"Send agents to all those residences. Start with the ones in the states, because it would be awfully hard sneaking an unconscious woman through customs. Good work, Agent Douglas. Report back to me as soon as you get anything."

### 50

Press Conference: White House

"I have time for a few more questions. Yes, Roxanne?"

"Ted, is the President considering a more conservative replacement for Supreme Court Justice Hawthorne in light of the public outcry concerning the events in Aspen a few days ago?"

"The President is weighing all his options for a replacement. He's made a short list and his staff is going through the vetting process right now. As far as I know, there's nothing that has happened that has changed the President's mind. Please keep in mind that a Supreme Court Justice will hear several cases and the subject of women's reproductive rights is just a small part of them. Next question?"

"Is the President's position on whether Miss Kano can have an abortion or not still up to the state from where she's rescued?"

"The President's position is and always was that it's up to Miss Kano to decide what she wants to do about her choice regardless of the state. Thank you...no more questions."

@ @ @ @

(Ring)"Yes, Lance?"

"Scott, I did some digging in the phone tracking archives, and I made a link between Dr. Marshall and Ms. Brennan."

"That's no surprise."

"I know, but right before Ms. Brennan called the doctor, she received a call from the Director of the FBI."

"So the soap opera that the world witnessed last week involved the FBI?"

"Scott, you had the Chief Counsel of the President calling the FBI, who calls Ms. Brennan, who calls a late-term abortionist."

"Wow... and the President said he wanted to stay out of it and let the states handle the matter."

"Come on Scott, this is politics. The rescue of my child is jeopardizing his popularity. Should you be surprised?"

"Yeah...and if this got out, he would just blame it on a couple of rogue agents from the FBI anyway."

@ @ @ @

"Agent Turner, I think we're onto something."

"What do you have?"

"Mr. Rassmusson left the Savannah Medical Center in a Ryder truck just after this picture was taken of him for the Savannah Star. I did some checking. The newspaper said the time stamp on the photo read 10:35 AM. On a hunch that he may be using one of his residences, I checked the video surveillance footage on the St. Simons Causeway starting at 11:30 on that same morning. The video equipment was installed for the G8 summit that was held on the island over ten years ago. It's very good quality and has high resolution. At exactly 12:16 PM, that same Ryder truck was observed crossing the causeway onto the island and leaving the island at 2:05 PM."

"Chief, Mr. Rassmusson's home is located on the north end of the island on the marsh. I sent one of the agents from the Brunswick office over to run a little surveillance. He reported that the house doesn't appear to be occupied due to a recent termite extermination. He checked with the only two local termite companies on the island and neither of them knew anything about the house being exterminated."

"Did he go up to the house?"

"No, the road that leads to the house has a 'Warning: Termite Fumigation in Progress' sign and a chain across it."

"Tell the agent not to do anything. We'll meet him on the island tomorrow morning at seven. I got a hunch that, with a little luck, you may be onto something indeed. How long is the drive?"

"I'd give us three hours. But why not take the jet?"

"I don't want to tip off anyone that we may be on to them and driving is the less conspicuous way."

"Okay."

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow morning at four. Go get some rest."

"Thanks, Chief."

St. Simons Island

"Scott, what's so important that you need to wake me at 6:30 in the morning."

"I think they found us, kid."

"Why?"

"Agent Turner exited Interstate 95 at the Brunswick Golden Isles exit. He's on Highway 17 and has stopped at the Brunswick FBI office."

"Okay...let's get this over with."

"Just remember what we planned. I'll be watching and remember...relax--I got your back. Just keep up your routine. Don't let them know that we know that they've found you."

"Got it."

Brunswick FBI Office

7:00 AM

"Agent Turner, this is Agent Tom Burger. Tom and I went to the Academy together."

"How are you doing, Joe?"

"I'm doing fine, Tom."

"Agent Burger, any changes since yesterday?"

"No sir. I didn't want to make anyone on the island suspicious, so I haven't been back since yesterday afternoon."

"Okay. Once we arrive at the house, I want to set up a position on the east side. These floor plans from the Glynn County Property Appraiser's Office depict a small window 6-1/2 feet above ground level...right there... I want to get high enough that I can observe the home through the window. According to the 9 AM photos of Miss Kano taken each morning by Mr. Strickland, and sent to Jennifer Lewis's website, there are rays of sunshine casting light on the far walls and on Miss Kano's bed."

Richmond, Virginia

8:00 AM

"Well Director, I thought you weren't speaking to me since that fiasco in Aspen."

"Well, Maude your doctor really messed things up. Public opinion is no longer on your side."

"I messed up? It was your stupid lead investigator, who doesn't know how to lead an investigation, who 'messed things up'".

"Maude, you saw those photos and surveillance video just like I did. We all assumed we had them."

"Gideon, there can't be any more assumptions. Why is Agent Turner still leading the investigation?"

"Because Maude, the time that it will take to replace him is time we can't afford."

"The man doesn't respect me or realize the power that I have to make his life miserable."

"Maude, I can't control him. He's so clean he squeaks. As soon as this case is over, he plans to submit his retirement papers. I'm anticipating that he'll just come in and throw them down on my desk and walk out. If he quits now, it will set this investigation back a few weeks because frankly, I don't have any lead investigators in my office who are eager to take over and appear to play the role of the villain here. Okay?"

"Alright...so why did you call me?"

"I have an agent who is keeping me up to date on the investigation. He called last night and is reasonably sure that they located them in St. Simons, Georgia. Maude, are you there?"

"Yes. This isn't good, Gideon. Georgia, and especially the governor of Georgia, is not a friend of Women's Rights. I'll check my files for possibly a doctor in that state who may be able to help. I can't see--especially since Miss Kano is over 23 weeks along--that we're going to get any cooperation."

"Maude, I'll get back with you just as soon as everything checks out. Just be thinking for a solution to this mess. Goodbye." (Click)

Miss Brennan turns Merrang around and speaks in her soft mommy voice, "Precious, it looks like I may be taking things into my own hands again."

She appears to be waiting on an answer from her sleeping feline.

(Ring) "Calling back so soon, Director?"

"Maude, I also called in a favor over at the CIA. I asked about the projects that RASSMUCOM has been involved in. The Director couldn't go into details, but said if you don't want Mr. Rassmusson to know your every move, you need to turn your phone off. I suggest you purchase a number of burner phones and discard them after each use. I've let the agents working the case know about this detail so maybe we can surprise him next time."

"Thanks. I'll take some precautions to make sure my movements are undetectable."

"Bye." (Click)

### 51

8:30 AM

The winding tree-canopied Frederica Road could be a relaxing setting, if not for the anxiousness of the agents of wanting to get to their target. The funeral service at Christ Church is just letting out, with a long procession of mourners following the casket of the dearly departed. The momentary stop allows Agent Turner to ask Agent Burger a little bit about the history of the island.

"Yes Agent Turner, the Battle of Bloody Marsh was between the Spaniards, who came up from St. Augustine, and the British over 270 years ago. The British, along with the help of the Indians, ambushed the Spaniards as they were moving through the marsh on their way to Fort Frederica. The surprise attack stunned the Spaniards so severely that they retreated back to St. Augustine and never threatened the British again."

"That goes to show how crucial the element of surprise is to the success of an operation. They should have sent scouts out ahead to make sure it was safe before pressing forward."

"Finally. How much further, Tom?"

"Not much further. It's only around the next curve."

The agents park their black SUV before the entrance of the private road that has a chain across it. They walk onto an abandoned path that has become overgrown over the years. With Agent Burger leading the way, the three men walk for nearly 300 yards before coming to a large live oak that has been there since the War Between the States. The massive limbs, stretching out for 40 feet in all directions, give the oak a sense of grandeur that it deserves.

"Agent Douglas, take this camera. Be careful with the telescoping lens. Climb up this tree to that limb and tell me what you see...here I'll give you a boost. Steady...steady."

Agent Douglas begins to walk up one of the massive limbs that protrudes out of the tremendous trunk of the great oak.

"I'm good, Chief. Whoa! Watch out below. What was that?"

"I think it was a bird's nest."

"Were there any eggs?"

"No, it was empty. This late in the season, the babies have already left the safety of their nests."

"Whew! I'm glad we didn't come earlier when the mother was still using it. The babies probably wouldn't have survived, being disturbed outside the nest."

"Uh...Agent Douglas."

"Sorry, Chief."

"Now look over to that window with the open curtain. What do you see?"

"Wait a second."

The agent focuses his equipment.

"I...I see him. I see her!!"

"Quiet! Keep your voice down. Start taking pictures... good."

"She's lying upright."

"Good. Lance should be near the bed, taking vitals."

"I see him. He's bent over the bed checking her blood pressure. He has a camera."

"Good. Just keep taking pictures.

"He's brushing her hair. He's standing at the foot of the bed. He just took her picture."

"Good. Come down. Here...lower the camera. Let it go... I got it...careful. Step down to the trunk. Good...I got your legs. Let go...good."

"Next time Agent Turner, can we bring a ladder?"

"Oh, I brought one along. It was in the back of the SUV."

"Thanks, Tom."

"Sorry, Joe."

"We got 'em, Chief."

"Yes, Agent Douglas, it appears that we do. But let's not rush to conclusions."

"Agent Turner, it's them. I've seen them with my own eyes."

"Agent Douglas, we were so sure we had them in Colorado. They made us look like fools and I'm not going to let that happen again."

"What are you going to do?"

"First, Agent Burger is going to take us over to the Huddle House that I saw once we arrived on the island. I could use a good breakfast. Once Mr. Strickland posts the pictures of Miss Kano on Miss Lewis's website, we can compare them to what you took. If I believe we have a close match I'll call Washington and then call in the cavalry."

"Okay."

"Agent Burger, what do you recommend for breakfast? I'm buying."

"Thanks, Agent Turner."

"Hey, I like to reward my scouts for a job well done. Remember gentlemen, no ambushes."

### 52

Stewart's Bar and Grill

Virginia Beach 10:00 AM

The woman wearing the hat and sunglasses walks over to the figure seated at the booth at the corner of the low lit bar. The bar is lowly lit for two reasons: It keeps the patrons from being recognized as well as the vermin.

"Aunt Maude, it's nice to see you."

"Hello, Tommy."

"You know the famous Stewart's Bar and Grill of Virginia Beach is the same as when you used to take me here twenty years ago."

Ms. Brennan looks around the place.

"It's still a dump."

"To what do I owe the pleasure of getting a phone call from my favorite aunt asking me to meet at our favorite hole in the wall?"

"Tommy, just shut up and sit down."

Mr. Teratogen obeys his aunt.

"You've been keeping yourself out of trouble?"

"Yes."

"You haven't violated your probation?"

"No. They said I can't associate with any convicted criminals and Aunt Maude, if they only knew all the things you've gotten away with, that would probably include you. You know my dad always had good stories about his little sister."

"Shut up."

"Yes, Aunt Maude."

"I got a job for you."

"What is it?"

"Are you still a crack shot with a rifle?"

"I'm not legally supposed to have a firearm, but I get my hands on one now and then."

"Good."

"You know Aunt Maude, the Army trained me well. I was the best marksman in the unit. Yeah, I could have been something if I could just control my temper."

"And your liquor! Just remember you would still be in Leavenworth if it wasn't for me talking to that senator on the Arms Committee."

"Aunt Maude, you seem to have a way with people. Do you want me to rough up a few protesters for you again?"

"Never mind that. Once you do this favor for me you'll be well taken care of financially. You may even get yourself a line of steady work if you do it right."

"I'm listening."

@ @ @ @

FBI Office Brunswick, Georgia

10:30 AM

"Agent Douglas, I just got us a couple of rooms at the King and Prince Hotel on the south side of the island."

"Agent Burger, we will be in touch when we are ready to move on this."

"Right."

"Remember this operation is extremely sensitive. Do not share what you did this morning with anyone. You got that?"

"Yes, but when do you think we will be ready to roll?"

"I'll be downloading these pictures into my computer after we check in. Miss Lewis will not update her Sandi Watch Log until this evening. Once I am satisfied, the Director will be notified. From there it's up to the Director and the Administration as to when we roll."

"Joe, why don't you meet me at The Sunrise Bar at the pier around eight for a few drinks?"

"Is that okay with you, Chief?"

"Sure why not. Once we check in, you can have the rest of the day off."

"See you at eight Tom."

@ @ @ @

The Beach outside The King and Prince Hotel

1:00 PM

"Hello Director."

"Agent Douglas? I see you're using a burner phone. What have you found out?"

"Agent Turner won't be satisfied until he verifies the photos we took this morning with the photo of Miss Kano that will be posted on Miss Lewis' website."

"Did you say you knew where Miss Kano was this morning and you haven't called me until now?"

"Sorry Director. I wasn't able to call or text you without Agent Turner by my side. Unless you count the time I was twenty feet up a tree to photograph Mr. Strickland taking Miss Kano's vitals. We just checked into the hotel and finished our debriefing. I think he plans on calling you this evening."

"Give me the address."

"They're at Mr. Rassmusson's marshfront home on the north end of the island."

"The address, Agent Douglas!"

"Oh yeah. It's 846 Goshen Drive."

"Thanks. You've proven yourself useful. Remember, not a word to Agent Turner that we have spoken."

"Okay, but why do you need the information from me? Why don't you wait until Agent Turner briefs you?"

"Agent Turner seems to be checking out. I want an agent who's committed to doing his job. I'm in a position to reward such dedication. Do I have your commitment, Agent Douglas?"

"Yes Director. I'll be your eyes and ears. You can count on me."

"Remember...not a word." (Click)

Agent Douglas winds back and throws the phone as far as he can into the Atlantic.

@ @ @ @

"Hello Director."

"Hello, Maude. I have confirmation. You'll find them at 846 Goshen Drive, St. Simons Island."

"846 Goshen Drive, St. Simons Island, how are you so sure?"

"My agent climbed up a tree on the east side of the house and observed Mr. Strickland attending to Miss Kano."

"I'll check to see if I have any doctors on my soldiers list. What are you going to do?"

"I'm still waiting for Agent Turner to inform me of his findings then I'll advise the President's office of our predicament. They will weigh their options and get back to me. It'll probably be a few days before we move on this."

"Good, Gideon. That should give me enough time to find a doctor that may be just ready to retire and may be willing to perform a late term procedure."

"Get back to me as soon as you have a doctor to help in this delicate situation. Goodbye." (Click)

Director, little do you know, I already have. Tommy may not be schooled in medicine, but he can do his own form of surgery.

### 53

8:00 PM

"Hello?"

"Tommy, Where are you?"

"I'm just past Savannah on I-95. The snow tires you bought for me was money well spent."

"Good...you should have enough time to get some sleep before you arrive on the island. Pull over at the next rest stop and take a rest. I need you sharp and alert. Remember, I want you to take out Mr. Strickland, Miss Kano, and if you can, Mr. Rassmusson."

"Right."

"You can't mess this up."

"I won't Aunt Maude. I'm the best marksman the Army ever had!

"Remember this phone number I'm calling you from. I'll use this phone for another day, then discard it. I'm texting you the address now. There is a tree on the eastside of the house that will give you the vantage point that you will need. Remember to turn your phone off after you get the address. I'll see you at our old hole-in-the-wall tomorrow night at eleven. Got it?"

"I got this. Aunt Maude."

@ @ @ @

In a Snowstorm in North Carolina

8:05 PM

"Can I talk to Agent Turner please? It's terribly important."

"Sorry, he's out in the field and cannot be reached. Can I help you?"

"I'm Mandi Kano. You know, the mother of Sandi Kano? You know, the one who's been abducted? I left New York late this morning for Georgia. I have been driving all day and now I'm stuck at a truck stop in North Carolina due to the terrible snow storm."

"I can't understand you."

"I'm Sandi's mom. I'm stuck in the snow in North Carolina. All the power's out and I can't call... Hello, Hello? The cell phone tower must be down. I can't get anybody to help. It looks like the whole town is out of power and phone service...Hello, are you there? Oh, my Sandi...oh Sandi!!"

8:15 PM

"Hello."

"Agent Turner, I had a strange call from someone who claimed to be Sandi Kano's mom. She's stuck in the snow in North Carolina. She wanted to talk to you and said it was urgent. We got cut off after that. I tried to call her back, but the cell service went out."

"Alright. If she calls back, take down a message and don't call me unless it's an emergency."

"Okay Agent Turner, I will."

@ @ @ @

Calling from the phone at the King and Prince Hotel

10:00 PM

"Hello Director."

"Hello Agent Turner...I hope you have some information for me?"

"I'm sending you pictures that we took this morning and a picture of Sandi uploaded on Miss Lewis' website."

"It looks like you have a match right down to pictures in the background."

"That's not all. Look at the sunlight on Miss Kano's face and the shadow her head creates on the wall behind her."

"I see that in both photos, Agent Turner."

"Well Director, the shadow is an identical match. This proves that what we are seeing on the website is coming from the place we visited today."

"Very good. Did you turn your phone off so they couldn't track you?"

"Director, I turned my phone off once we left DeLand."

"Good, where are they?"

"On St. Simons Island, Georgia. What do you want us to do?"

"I'll get back with you as soon as I get word from the President's counsel."

"Okay. Take your time. I'll be here enjoying the beach. Although it is winter, the beach is less crowded and I've been told the fishing is great."

"Don't enjoy yourself too much, Agent Turner."(Click)

(And I hope you are enjoying yourself so much, Director, that you don't notice that my phone has been on since crossing the Florida Georgia Line!)

@ @ @ @

7:00 AM

The stop at the Huddle House for some hot coffee would have been great. It would have calmed Tommy's nerves but he can't afford to be seen. The nap at the rest stop invigorated him despite waking up every 30 minutes from the big rigs that constantly passed by. He was not worried about being noticed, because many motorists had the same idea of catching up on their sleep.

The light mist over the marsh in the early light gives him the confidence that he may be able to conceal himself from any observing eyes. The GPS coordinates display the house just one hundred yards down the road. Tommy finds the path that was used less than 24 hours ago by the agents. Instead of walking to find a good place to set up, he drives his vehicle down the narrow path. The occasional bump on the floorboard and the scratching of the branches against the side interrupts the sound of his heavy breathing that the adrenaline is causing. He comes to a stop at the base of the large live oak that Agent Douglas strained to climb.

With the car parked so close to the trunk it is easy for Tommy to step up to the spreading limbs that ascend into the morning mist. He needs to be careful not to slip on the moist moss-covered branches. The army boots he had from his days in the service keep him sure-footed. He slowly walks up to the spot where Agent Douglas carelessly had knocked off the nest that nearly struck Agent Turner in the head. The camouflage clothes and paint Tommy wears makes it hard to see him from the house 300 yards away. As he drapes the Spanish moss around him, he turns nearly invisible. His Bushmaster XM15 hangs from his shoulder with the deadly rounds already loaded. He gets comfortable, finding a good platform to hold steady, and focuses the high-powered scope onto the window where he senses a little movement.

Sandi comes into view and while he waits for nine o'clock to arrive, he practices aiming at a spot on her forehead, then rapidly moving to the right one foot where he hopes his next victim will be.

9:00 AM

"Lance, I think they're onto our little cell phone advantage."

"Why do you think that?"

"Agent Turner is still on the island. He's at the Huddle House and appears to be eating alone which is highly unlikely, given that he was less than 300 yards from you yesterday. I also noticed a few of the targets that we have been tracking have disappeared then reappeared to make a phone call then vanish again."

"So they're turning off their phones and turning them on again only to make a call. Okay, just let me know if Agent Turner gets close again."

"I'll let you know, as long as he doesn't turn his cell off."

"Is Miss Lewis standing by?"

"Yes, she's at the studio and is ready to broadcast if necessary and Operation Bowler Baptist has put everyone on standby."

"Good. We're as ready as we'll ever be."

"How's the little one today?"

"I haven't checked yet. I'm checking Sandi's vitals right now. The sun on her face looks natural on her complexion."

(POP!! POP!!) "Why is it so white?"

The adrenaline rushing through Tommy's body makes it hard for him to take his time coming down the tree. The rifle swings from his shoulder, knocking him off balance. Tommy slips on the freshly uncovered combination of feathers, droppings and regurgitated worms that congealed beneath the nest that was previously resting on the spot where his army boots are now situated. All the unsteadiness causes him to leap from the limb he was precariously standing upon. The extra six feet above the car causes him to land hard on his right foot. It twists upon impact with the hood. Tommy hobbles over, sliding into the open window of the car. Fighting back the urge to race down the road to the safety of the interstate, he drives the car slowly out of the brush. Turning right onto Frederica Road, he takes care to obey the local speed limits. Tommy even lets a black SUV leaving the shopping center in front of the Huddle House get in front of him at the four-way stop even though he has the right of way.

Once on the causeway, Tommy loses the fight for restraint and turns on his phone. Dialing the new number his aunt gave him, Tommy checks his rear-view mirror to see if he is being followed off the island.

"I did it! I did it! They're dead!"

"Calm down. What did you see?"

"I pulled the trigger before Strickland could react. I popped him too--right in the head!"

"You saw Sandi get shot?"

"No, I was moving my rifle to aim at the other target, but I couldn't have missed. I had her head in my sights. From that distance it was a sure shot. And that Strickland guy, he was so startled--I could see it in his eyes. I aimed that crosshair on his forehead. He squared off for me beautifully. I pulled the trigger and then the window went white. It must have shattered."

"Are you sure you got him?"

"Aunt Maude, come on. I could never miss. Hey, if I didn't hit both of them, I won't charge you."

"Okay. We'll see by the time you get back. I'll see you tonight at eleven. Don't speed or do anything stupid. Get rid of the rifle and your phone before I see you tonight."

"See you tonight, Aunt Maude." (Click)

"Why is what so white?"

"The window—it just turned white. I heard a noise like someone threw a rock at the window. I saw for a split second a silver dot, then another. The window turned white immediately after that."

"Well kid, I got some good news and some bad news."

"Go on."

"The window worked like it was supposed to."

"What do you mean?"

"I designed the house to sustain a direct hit from a level four hurricane. Although you couldn't tell looking in or out, all my windows are eight-inch thick bullet-proof glass. After the first inch of glass, it's made of six inches of two high-viscous polymers. They're separated by a thin sheet of glass. The whole unit is highly pressurized. Once the glass barrier is breached, the polymers react immediately to form a white foam-like substance that can't be penetrated."

"How did you get this stuff?"

"It's under development by some of my military Israeli friends. As a favor, we traded some phone technology for the windows and other security measures."

"So what's the bad news?"

"Someone tried to shoot you and Sandi!"

@ @ @ @

Passing through Savannah, the adrenaline starts to subside and Tommy begins to run through the events of the last few hours. He starts smiling, thinking about how much his aunt was going to compensate him for following her orders.

The smile quickly ends when he realizes, in his haste to leave the crime scene, he had forgotten to pick up the bullet casings. He thinks about the pain in his foot and how it will not compare to the pain Aunt Maude is going to inflict on him when she finds out about his oversight. Maybe stopping at Pedro's will ease the pain.

### 54

Bowler Baptist Church Lobby

11:30 AM

"Pastor Tom, I'm so sorry that I can't go with everybody when you get the word. I know this ankle bracelet would ruin the element of surprise, but I still want to help."

"Pam, you've done everything you could possibly do. You organized and energized not only this church but our community to get involved. You know, we can say we care and love someone or an issue, but if there's no action, then those words are worthless. Pam, your actions show how much you care about all of God's children."

"Excuse me, Pastor Tom, there's someone here who wants to talk to Pam. She's waiting in your office. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not Ron, but what was wrong with your office?"

"I have my office filled with 1,000 balloons for the youth-fest tonight. I had Jessica and CJ blowing up balloons all morning. You couldn't get into my office if you tried."

"See Pam, there's just as much work behind the scenes as on the front lines. Go talk to your visitor. I'm going home for lunch and we'll see you back here in about an hour."

Pam walks over to the pastor's office.

"Hi. I'm Pam McKorvey. How can I help you?"

"Pam, I'm Harriett Ginsburg. I've seen you on TV and in the papers and I just wanted you to know how much of an inspiration you've been to me. See, I read your story and just like you, I made the same choice twenty years ago that's haunted me ever since. It's ironic that the word "choice" has such a neutral tone to it, but my decision hasn't been neutral to my conscience or to who I am as a person. The depression that I have gone through has been a burden for me and my family. I cried as I watched you talk to that butcher from Aspen. It brought back some feelings that I have suppressed, but like you, I don't want to ignore those feelings any longer."

"Harriet, I'm so proud of you for taking the first step in getting your life back. You see, God has a plan for your life and no matter if you're 20 or 65, you can be an example. Harriet, the enemy is counting on our inner shame and silence, but with God's love and through the sacrifice of Jesus taking our place for our failings, there is no shame. You just need to accept God's Gift to be free of the guilt you're experiencing.

"Can you tell me more about Jesus and how he can take away this anguish that I feel?"

"Have you had lunch?"

"No."

"Well let's go get a bite to eat and I'll be happy to tell you all about it."

"Okay."

"Great, and if you'd like to meet a group of us ladies after Sunday church service here in the Family Life Center who've had similar experiences, we'd be thrilled to have you."

"I'd love that too!"

"We meet at 1:00. Bring a covered dish."

"A covered dish?"

"Oh, Harriet, even though this meeting is nondenominational, if there is one thing that we Baptists try to have our way on, it's the covered dish!"

11:45 AM

(Ring) "Agent Turner here."

"How is your lunch, Agent Turner? Halyard's is one of my favorite restaurants."

"It is delicious. Thanks for asking, Mr. Rassmusson. I applaud you for knowing that I'm on the island."

"Thank you. We've known since yesterday morning. Why haven't you turned your phone off like the other agents?"

"Because I want you to know I'm coming for you."

"When?"

"I'm waiting for word from the Director."

"Agent Turner, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you're giving us a chance to escape."

"Maybe."

"Well, it won't happen. Miss Kano can't travel without being awakened and that can't happen."

"I guess you'll have to surrender then. We don't want anyone getting hurt now, do we?"

"You tell me, Agent Turner. Doesn't trying to snipe Sandi Kano and Lance Strickland less than three hours ago contradict your last statement?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Then if I were you, I'd be very careful with whom you share information with because it seems they can't be trusted."

"Mr. Rassmusson, I'll be taking Mr. Strickland and perhaps you into custody very soon but in the meantime, be very careful because I cannot ensure your safety until then."

"Goodbye, Agent Turner." (Click)

(Ring) "Agent Turner, Ms. Mandi Kano is on the line and she's hysterical. She says it's urgent."

"Thank you. Put her through."

"Agent Turner here. How can I help you, Ms. Kano?... Calm down, Ms. Kano, calm down! Now start from the beginning..."

Governor's Office Atlanta, Georgia

4:00 PM

"Hello, Mr. Doe this is Frank Bolten, top aide to Governor White. About the situation of Lance Strickland and the fight to save his baby. The Governor said if Mr. Strickland and Miss Kano were hypothetically located in the state of Georgia, he would do everything possible to ensure that the life of the baby is protected... Uh huh.... What that entails, Mr. Doe, the Governor doesn't know just yet. He'll be exploring his possibilities when and if the time comes. Is there some information that the President or his top-aide knows about that has either to believe that they are in Georgia?... Uh huh... So he's just taking a survey from all the governors throughout the country. Is there anything else I can help you with? No... Give the President the Governor's regards. Goodbye." (Click)

8:00 PM

The 150 mile marker on North Carolina I-95 is now in Agent Turner's rearview mirror when he receives the call.

"Hello Director."

"Agent Turner, when can you be ready to go? I'm authorizing you to use all the resources at our disposal."

"I'll need the agents that I had in Aspen. They know the drill and are prepared. We'll also need the local branch here. I'll check with Agent Burger. We'll all meet at the hangar at the airport the day after tomorrow and plan to take the home at ten that morning."

"Good. I'll let the Administration know so they can be prepared to let the media know at that time."

"Director, besides the Administration, who else knows that we found them on St. Simons?"

"No one that I know of. Why?"

"Oh, it's not important. I'll talk to you tomorrow for an update. Good night Director." (Click)

"You seem a little subdued, Agent Douglas."

"No, I'm fine, Sir. But why are we driving to Virginia?"

"We're meeting a lady who has some valuable information on Sandi."

"But why bother? We know where they are. What difference does it make?"

"I want to tie up some loose ends before we go in and rescue her."

"Do those 'loose ends' have a connection to the shell casings we found near the trunk of that large oak tree this afternoon?"

"They might...I want to know if those casings came from a kid out for a walk who decided to shoot at a squirrel or from something more orchestrated and dangerous."

"And where is this mystery lady?"

"I'll fill you in on the details once we arrive."

### 55

Stewart's Bar and Grill,

Virginia Beach

11:00 PM

"I already went over it three times with you, Aunt Maude. There is no way I could have missed."

"But no one has reported that Miss Kano and Mr. Strickland have been shot."

"Well there's a simple explanation for that."

"And that is...?"

"Maybe they were in the house alone, or if Mr. Rassmusson was there, he may have fled the scene."

Maude observes her nephew who doesn't seem to be able to hold still.

"Tommy, how many drinks did you have before I arrived? You seem to be a little drunk."

"None, Aunt Maude, but I did stop at The South of the Border to have myself a little celebration, if you know what I mean. I've had a bottle of tequila to keep me company the rest of the way here."

"Tommy you're a fool! How could you jeopardize this operation by--"

Agents Turner and Douglas walk toward their table which immediately gets Tommy's attention.

"Aunt Maude, it looks like we got a couple of guests. Should I buy them a drink?"

"Shut up Tommy! Don't say a thing--let me do all the talking."

"Agent Turner, it's nice to see you again. This can't be a coincidence. Did you follow me here?"

"Ms. Brennan, I told you the next time I talked to you I'd be placing you under arrest and that's exactly what I'm going to do. You and your nephew are both under arrest for attempted murder."

"Agent Turner, come on now, attempted murder? Really..."

"How did you know Aunt Maude is my aunt?"

"Shut up, Tommy!"

"Yes. Attempted murder, Ms. Brennan."

"Hey, what do you mean, attempted? I hit what I aim at. Are you calling me a liar?"

"Tommy-- shut up--Shut up! Shut up!"

"Yes, attempted murder. Your attempt on Sandi's and Lance's lives was not successful. Agent Douglas, cuff Mr. Teratogen here."

"What do you have in that envelope, Ms. Brennan?"

"It's none of your business."

Agent Turner takes the open envelope that Ms. Brennan has on the table and peeks inside.

"That's a lot of money you have here."

"I'm helping my nephew get back on his feet."

"Come on now, Ms. Brennan, you can do better than that."

"Agent Turner, you don't have any proof. Show me your proof."

"Sure, I'd like you to get acquainted with someone."

Agent Turner points over Maude Brennan's right shoulder. As she turns her head to see who the Agent is pointing at, she feels a sharp slap on the left cheek and falls back into her chair.

"Oh, I forgot...you've already met Ms. Kano."

"How dare you try to kill my daughter! You old buzzard! I hope you rot in jail!"

"Mandi, I don't have a clue what you're talking about."

"Well Maude, I'll let you in on my little secret. That purse you have there..."

"What about it?"

"It's the one you asked me to retrieve from your condo in New York."

"So...?"

"So there's a little transmitter sewn into the lining of the bottom of that purse. I have recordings of all your conversations over the last few weeks and let me tell you, you're a wicked and disturbed individual."

It is hard to tell if the dazed look on Ms. Brennan's face is a result from the slap or from the realization that she and Merrang are going to be spending a lot of time apart.

"And once I search Mr. Teratogen's car, I bet I find the rifle that the two shell casings we found this morning were fired from."

"It was all her idea!"

"Shut UP, Tommy! They don't have any proof that you actually did anything."

"I didn't toss the rifle like you told me to. I thought I could hold onto it and sell it for a few hundred bucks."

"Tommy, you are such a fool!"

"Agent Turner--it was all her idea. She said if I did this for her, I'd be all set for a while."

"I know. I heard the tapes."

"Tommy, don't say anything!"

"Agent Douglas, take Mr. Teratogen out to the police car. Make sure you read him his rights."

"Tommy once you get to the station, if you decide to make a statement, I know the judge will take that into account in your sentencing."

"Tommy, don't talk. I have lawyers who can help you."

"You're on your own this time, Aunt Maude. If we're going to be locked up for a very long time, I need to think about myself. You do know what convicts think about fellow inmates who try to hurt kids, right?"

Agent Douglas walks out the bar with the limping Tommy in cuffs.

"Agent Turner, I demand you let me go or your job as an agent is finished."

"Ms. Brennan, when the courts get through with you, I don't think anybody in your sphere of influence will want anything to do with you. I don't believe they'll want to be associated with your desire to win at all costs."

"Officer, take her away. Oh, and make sure Tommy and she don't spend any time together."

"Yes sir."

"What now, Agent Turner?"

"Ms. Kano, with Tommy's confession and his willingness to testify, Ms. Brennan will be a very old woman by the time she gets out of prison."

"I need to go see my daughter!"

"Ms. Kano, what you need is to let me do my job. I will be conducting a rescue operation in two days, once I have all my resources in place. I've instructed the agents here not to let Ms. Brennan talk to anyone for the next 48 hours. Go back to Boston, and once she is safe and secure, I'll have a government jet sent to pick you up. You will be escorted to the hospital where she'll be recuperating."

"Agent Turner, once she's been evaluated, I, and I alone, want to talk with her. I want you to keep the jet standing by because Sandi and I will be returning to Massachusetts and hopefully finish what we started nearly three months ago."

"That'll be up to your daughter to decide. Thank you for the recordings. I see that you have your car out in the parking lot. This officer here will escort you out. I'll see you in Georgia, Ms. Kano."

"Goodbye, Agent Turner."

"Chief, Ms. Brennan and her nephew just left in separate cars."

"Good. I've instructed the local agent here on what to do. Let's get back down to Georgia. We have a ton of work to do."

### 56

The King and Prince Hotel Lobby

St. Simons Island

11:00 AM

"Agent Turner you have a phone call waiting for you at the desk."

"Thank you."

The agent puts down the newspaper, walks over to the desk, and picks up the phone.

"Hello Director."

"Hello, Agent Turner. How are we coming along?"

"Fine. I'll have all the agents arriving by three this afternoon. We'll spend about five hours training for the operation. We should be ready to go on schedule."

"Good."

"No guests this time, Director?"

"No. This time you're on your own. The assistance I was counting on didn't materialize. Your instructions are to rescue Miss Kano. Take her to Brunswick Memorial Hospital where, after a quick evaluation and a reuniting with her mother, you're to put them on the jet bound for Boston Logan where Sandi's mother has made arrangements for her care. Your ability to do this quickly and secretly is of the utmost importance."

"I'll be as quick and as quiet as I can, Director."

"Good, Agent Turner, let's have no more surprises." (Click)

@ @ @ @

McLeod Kennedy Hospital

Orlando, Florida

"Good evening viewers, this is Jennifer Lewis. You may be wondering why I'm wearing these scrubs. We are coming to you live from the Neonatal Children's Center at McLeod Kennedy Hospital. The story of Lance Strickland and his race to save his child all began here and across the street at Anthony Kennedy where he unexpectedly came upon his fiancée Sandi Kano, who was about to have a procedure to abort her child."

"That doctor and practice are no longer there. The hospital took immediate steps to stop the practice when it was brought to their attention. The administrator wants everyone to know that the hospital has always been about the celebration of life."

"I am standing here with neonatal nurse Elizabeth Burnes in the middle of the neonatal unit on the third floor of the McLeod Kennedy Hospital."

"Hello Elizabeth. Thank you for letting us take a peek at all that you do here."

"You're welcome Jennifer. Let me start by saying that here at McLeod Kennedy, we are set to handle up to 130 babies requiring all stages of neonatal care. We are broken down into six pods, with pod one having the most acute care. Once the child arrives, he or she is assessed and put into the pod that best meets his or her needs. The child then moves from pod to pod based on development, eventually moving to pod six, then home."

"Thank you, Elizabeth. Can we see some of your patients? We'll try not to make a disturbance."

"Certainly. Let's walk over to pod one, where children are typically 23 to 28 weeks along in development. The lights are down low because of the babies' sensitivity to light."

Jennifer walks over to the little incubator unit that has a tiny baby wrapped in a pink blanket and wearing a stocking cap.

"That baby is so precious."

"Yes...baby Emily came in last night."

"How old is she?"

"Let me see the chart...she was born yesterday, but she's... 23 weeks from conception."

"She is so cute."

Jennifer turns to the camera.

"Okay viewers, this infant is at the same stage of development as Lance Strickland's child if Sandi Kano were to give birth today."

"Elizabeth, what is the youngest child you've ever had here?"

"22-1/2 weeks is the youngest child we've ever had. If we had any babies younger than that, the chance of survival decreases dramatically, due to the lack of development of the respiratory system. But thanks to the marvel of modern medicine the age of viability has been slowly dropping."

"Thank you, Elizabeth."

"How many people do you have on staff here?"

"Between doctors, nurses, anesthesiologists, nutritionists, and counselors, we have over 400 people on staff."

"Wow! Thank you so much for the tour. The people of Orlando are very blessed to have such a facility at their doorstep."

"Thank you, Jennifer. But before you go, I have a gift for you."

"You do?"

Nurse Burnes removes from her pocket a little white piece of cloth that appears to be the size and shape of a smart phone.

"What is this?"

"This is the smallest diaper that Pampers makes. Emily is wearing a diaper like this one. This is yours to keep so you can have a gentle reminder of the celebration of life here at McLeod Kennedy."

"Thank you, Elizabeth."

"This is Jennifer Lewis coming to you from a place that celebrates life every day. Back to you, Phil."

"Thank you, Jennifer...And now to the weather...Pamela?"

Jennifer thanks Nurse Burnes for the tour. As she walks onto the elevator she grabs her phone to check who would have kept calling without leaving a message and is greatly intrigued.

(Redial) "Hello, Agent Turner?"

### 57

St. Simons Island

8:30 AM

"Wake up kid. It's show time."

"How much time do we have?"

"About an hour."

"I'm so glad you have a good friend who works at the airport."

"Yeah, he was glad I called him. He said there are over twenty agents training around one of the vacant hangars. He overheard while walking around the ramp late last night one of the agents say "10:00 AM." I didn't tell you when we talked last night, because there was nothing you would do but worry. Are you all set, Lance?"

"As soon as you give the word, I'm ready to go."

"Good. Everyone was notified hours ago. The buses are scheduled to arrive at Fort Frederica at 9:30, and I have a few surprises for you!"

"What kind of surprises?"

"You'll just have to wait and see."

"Okay, but that's less than an hour from now!"

"Yeah, so that's why you're getting this wakeup call. You should be hearing something outside in, say, 90 minutes."

"Remember, as soon as I see the place surrounded we're live! Make sure you don't have any lettuce stuck between your teeth. Good Luck!"

"Good luck? Scott, I've told you before it's not luck. It's God's protection."

"Well, I'll be praying for you kid. See you soon."

Hangar, St. Simons Island Airport

"Listen up everyone, before we leave the hangar, I just want everyone to know it has been an honor to work with you. All of you have done a fine job preparing for this operation. The Director sends his thanks and wishes you all a successful operation. This will probably be the last time that I'll be working with you gentlemen and ladies, because after today I'll be handing in my retirement papers... So everyone...be careful. I don't want anyone getting hurt on my last op. Let me go out on a good note...Let's roll."

9:30 AM

The agents leave the airport 30 seconds apart in order to avoid suspicion, with Agent Douglas, taking up the rear. Once everyone has a reasonable amount of time to get to their positions, Agent Turner makes an announcement on the radio.

"Everyone should be in their positions...Is there anybody not ready?"

"Agent Turner, this is Agent Douglas. I'm at Fort Frederica."

"Why are you there and not here setting up with the rest of us?"

"I was on my way, Chief, but when I left the airport, I stopped at the light. While I was stopped, two Bowler Baptist Church buses turned in front of me. They were followed by five charter buses. Isn't that the church that the wife and husband who were in Aspen are from?"

"Yes, sure is."

"Well, the church is here in the fort's parking lot about a half-mile down the road from you. They're not even walking to the fort. They're looking north down the road."

"Agent Douglas, we're going in. Delay that crowd! It looks like they've been tipped off!"

"Right, Chief!"

Agent Douglas gets out of his car. He walks over to the front of the crowd, which has CJ and a group of teenagers leading the way. He immediately realizes that his hunch was correct when he sees all the "Pro-Lance" and "Choose Life" signs the members of the crowd are carrying. He turns around and holds up his badge for all to see.

"Attention! I am Agent Douglas from the FBI. This is a police ma..."

Before he can finish his sentence, Ron Robertson, the youth pastor for Bowler Baptist, sneaks up behind Agent Douglas, puts him in a bear hug and shouts,

"Everybody RUN FOR IT!!"

"Stop, stop, let me go! You are under arrest!"

Mr. Robertson used to play center for the DeLand High School Bulldogs. During his football days, once he put his big hands on a defenseman, it was usually over for that poor individual. Agent Douglas now has the same fate. He holds the agent in the air, gently applying pressure to keep the hold in place.

" Jesus loves the little children, All the children of the world, Red and yellow, black or white, They're all precious in His sight, Jesus loves the little children of the world..."

"Stop singing! Put me DOWN!"

Mr. Robertson sings the whole song five more times and then gently puts Agent Douglas back onto the ground and releases him.

"You're in big trouble, Mister! I'll deal with you later."

"That's fine, dude. Do what you have to do... I'll be around."

Agent Douglas runs down the road forgetting his car in all the excitement.

"Chief, they got past me—They're running towards YOU!"

Agent Turner sees a large group of people a few hundred yards away running in his direction.

"Everybody on my count—we're moving in. One, two-- Agent Turner looks up as he hears a snapping sound from overhead.

Hey...where did they come from?"

Twenty skydivers in close succession land in front of the house. Twenty skydivers land in the back. The skydivers release their parachutes, taking off their helmets and begin to swing them in a broad semicircle. A man with a bullhorn starts yelling,

"Attention all you cops, I'm Free Fall from Skydrop DeLand. No disrespect intended here, but you're not taking that baby without a fight!"

Agent Turner shouts into his radio, "No one shoot--stand DOWN!"

A minute goes by and soon the parachutists are joined by members of Bowler Baptist. Within five minutes, the house is surrounded by 300 people singing, Jesus Loves the Little Children.

"Lance? I have Jennifer Lewis on the line. She's got you set up for a live feed. Click the button and you're live. Break a leg!"

"Scott...!"

"I know, Lance... I feel His hand, too."

(Click) "Hello world, I'm Lance Strickland, coming to you live from 846 Goshen Drive in St. Simons Island, Georgia. Most of you know I've been on the run for over ten weeks. I've been trying to evade the authorities so my baby could have a chance to come into this world. Here is Sandi. As you can all see, she's been well taken care of."

"There are FBI agents right now outside this house. They're attempting to get inside to arrest me. The agents will then awaken Sandi. As soon as she is able to travel, she will be whisked away to Boston. Sandi's mother has made arrangements to terminate her pregnancy there if Sandi so wishes. (Pause) I'd like to show you something."

Lance picks up the sheet revealing Sandi's exposed stomach. "I have here a sonogram machine."

Lance squirts some gel on her stomach and gently places the imaging pad over the top of it.

"I'd like to introduce the world to my daughter. Look, she seems to be sucking her thumb! Since conception she is 23 weeks old. Oh--did you see her kick? America, this is what I've been fighting for!"

"Can you join me? If you're near St. Simons, Georgia, come out and show your support by walking around this house in prayer and celebration of my daughter's life. I know the owner. You have his permission."

"Call your congressman, senator, or the President.

Gently voice your position on what you have seen here."

Lance points to his daughter's image on the monitor and says tearfully, "I don't want politics to kill my daughter!"

Lance looks away toward the white window.

"I can hear them outside singing and cheering. Come and join them. Thank you, America."

The screen momentarily goes blank followed by Jennifer Lewis saying, "And there you have it America... You've been watching live, a FOX News Exclusive...What's that?... Okay, I just learned that Lance went out live on CBS, ABC, and CNN."

"So, what we've been able to determine is that Lance Strickland, Sandi Kano, and their daughter have been found on St. Simons Island. It's off Interstate 95, 60 miles south of Savannah and 60 miles north of Jacksonville. As you can see here, you can get off at exit 32 and go five miles east. Once you're on the island, turn left on Frederica Road and go north three miles. It's a half-mile past Fort Frederica."

"We're in contact with people on the grounds. They're reporting over 400 people completely encircling the home. The local FOX News affiliate from Jacksonville is on their way, and I'm leaving Orlando right now in a chopper to head over to the scene. The FBI and police are standing by, but no one has made an attempt to cross through the large crowd gathered there."

"I have one of Lance's supporters on the phone with me right now...Sir, can you tell me your name?"

"Sure. I'm Free Fall. Is this Miss Lewis?"

"Yes it is, Free Fall. Can you tell me what's going on?"

"Well, me and the DeLand gang jumped in about 25 minutes ago. At first, FBI agents started to rush us, but when those 100 or so people who were on the buses came up from behind 'em, they backed off. Ever since, the numbers've been growing. I estimate there are more than 500 people here."

"Freefall, has anyone made an attempt to enter the home?" "No ma'am, Miss Lewis...Everyone is staying at least ten feet from the actual house itself. I think we're all wanting the FBI and police to stay away and let Lance finish what he started."

"Thank you, Free Fall."

"My pleasure, Ma'am."

@ @ @ @

Agent Douglas finds Agent Turner in the crowd near the boundary of the property and walks over to him.

"Agent Turner, there you are. Sorry I got sort of tied up back at the fort."

"That's okay, Agent Douglas. There was nothing you could've done if you were here. Those skydivers dropped from the heavens and kept us from moving in. Once the crowd was upon us it was all over."

"Hey Chief, maybe I could run back to my car and get some tear gas canisters to disperse this crowd."

"No, Agent Douglas. There are over 700 people down there. You might move some of them but then there will be hundreds more to take their place. Besides, each one of them is holding a cell phone and recording this historic moment. We can't take a chance of embarrassing the Agency."

"What do we do now?"

"I don't know about you Agent Douglas, but I'm calling for a 3 o'clock tee time then going back to the hotel to relax... as far as I'm concerned, it's over."

### 58

12:00 PM

"This is Jennifer Lewis reporting for FOX News. Here is a live shot from our chopper over the home where Lance Strickland, Sandi Kano and their daughter were discovered earlier this morning. There are at least 2,000 people below. You can see boats pulling up to the dock and people disembarking. The traffic leading to this location is bumper-to-bumper. People appear to be parking their cars and walking to the scene. I just received word that Georgia Governor White is about to hold a press conference. There is no word from the President's press office about any kind of statement... Oh, I just got word we are going live to the Capital Building in Atlanta to listen to Governor White. Let's listen in."

"Hello, I am Governor White from the great state of Georgia. I first want to take the time to thank the President who, just a few weeks ago in a press conference, stated that he believed the decision should be up to the state on the matter of Sandi Kano's health and the rights of her baby. After consulting with Dr. Wells in Florida and three leading obstetric physicians here in Atlanta, I am convinced that there will be no harm to Miss Kano's health if she remains in her present condition until the baby is born. The right of Mr. Strickland's daughter to live will be protected by the state of Georgia. The Georgia Guard from Brunswick is now on the island and will be assigned to protect the perimeter of the home. The supporters of Mr. Strickland will be allowed to continue their peaceful support around the perimeter. Once the baby is born, federal authorities who are involved will then be able to arrest Lance Strickland if they choose to do so. I am on my way to the island after the press conference to ensure that my job as servant and protector for all the people of the great state of Georgia is fulfilled. Thank you...I have time for a few questions...Yes?"

"Governor, did you talk to the President about your decision to intervene?"

"I talked to the President right after Mr. Strickland showed the world the image of his daughter. There is no doubt, after viewing those images, that the President has to be cautious about how he responds to this situation. But to not see that the child is viable and is capable of experiencing pain at this time would be a tragic mistake for his Administration. I have congressional leaders who are Democrats from this state and others who have voiced their support for my position and would like to go on the record to say so. Next question, please..."

"What about the delivery of the baby girl?"

"Good question. Although I just said that the baby is viable, the longer we wait for Miss Kano to deliver her daughter, the healthier the little one will be. After consulting with Dr. Wells and the Atlanta doctors, we decided that in another fifteen weeks the baby can be safely delivered without any major complications. Dr. Wells, who is a trusted friend of Mr. Strickland, has an obstetrician friend who practices in Atlanta. When the time comes, Dr. Wells and the Atlanta doctor will deliver the baby with Mr. Strickland standing by."

"I also want the public to remember that I have read all of Dr. Wells' research down at NASA and I am convinced that once Miss Kano wakes up after the baby is delivered, she will think that she is recovering from the procedure that she chose to have almost six months before. She will not realize the events that have taken place around her until someone elects to tell her. Since she was not awake through most of this ordeal, leading mental health experts believe that any immediate negative psychological effects will be minimal and by not having the abortion, may have prevented psychological injury in the long term. Now, if you will please excuse me... my helicopter has arrived and I need to go."

Lance dials the phone. He's been waiting for this moment for what has seemed to him to be an eternity.

"Hi Mom!"

"Lance, how I prayed to hear your voice again. Are you okay?"

"Couldn't be better. Sorry to put you through all this, but I couldn't jeopardize my location by calling you because the Feds have been monitoring all your calls. They're listening in now, but I don't care any more."

"I understand, dear. Your father, Mr. Tanner, CJ and I are outside along with thousands of people. There are over 500 people from DeLand here! They came up on buses. There is also a busload of doctors and nurses from Anthony and McLeod Kennedy who came to show their support. Your brother, along with Pam and Norman McKorvey, are on their way from DeLand and should be here any minute. Because of the ankle bracelets they had to wear, they didn't want to tip the FBI off to the plan that Mr. Rassmusson was able to relay through Gene to Mr. Tanner at the barber shop yesterday. Mr. Tanner has been working feverishly through all of last night, with the members of our church and his friends at the airport, on giving you the best reception."

"Mom, I can hear all of you out there. It sounds really reassuring."

"Can we get you anything, Son?"

"No, I'm good to go for another fifteen weeks... Now that the world knows I am here, I can relax."

"Get some rest, Son. We love you. Oh...by the way, congratulations."

"Hello, Agent Turner."

"Yes Director?"

"I should have taken Ms. Brennan's advice and replaced you with someone more competent months ago."

"So Director, you're telling me you are regretting not taking advice from someone who is being charged with conspiracy to commit murder?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Never mind...you'll find out soon enough."

"What happened, Agent Turner?"

"What happened? Director, it was the same thing that has been happening ever since Lance Strickland committed the abduction. He's been able to stay just one step ahead of the law. Before I could move in, hundreds of people came out of the woodwork to form a barrier between the house and us."

"The Georgia Guard has taken command over the area. Governor White has personally informed me that he and the men behind him are willing and ready to defend the life of the baby girl in the house, and that we may return in fifteen weeks to take Mr. Strickland into custody."

"So you just let the Governor and the Georgia Guard take control of your operation?"

"Yes I did, Director."

"Can you give me a reason why? I believe the President and I deserve an explanation."

"Sure. If you checked your e-mail, you can see that right before the Georgia Guard arrived, I submitted my retirement papers to you and the Personnel Office. I am no longer an agent and felt it would be inappropriate for a private citizen to interfere in the state of Georgia's affairs. Goodbye, Gideon." (Click)

Mr. Turner finally turns his phone off, looks at the massive crowd around the home, turns around, and slowly walks down the long drive to the main road.

"Agent Turner, Jennifer Lewis with FOX News. Do you have any comments about this turn of events?"

Jethro, looking away from the camera, bends down and picks up the DANGER EXTERMINATION IN PROGRESS sign that had been knocked down in all the excitement. He stares at the words, then begins to crumple the piece of tin until he can safely discard it into his pocket, and says, "Not Today."

Jennifer looks at him with a quizzical look that encouraged Mr. Turner to add.

"Miss Lewis, I'm no longer an agent, and as of this morning I am retired."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'm going back to Florida to enjoy my retirement on the beach."

"Are you disappointed that you didn't get to arrest Lance Strickland today?"

"Miss Lewis, I had a job to do. I did it to the best of my abilities. As a retired private citizen, I'm personally very happy about how things have turned out. Now if you will excuse me."

"That was Agent Jethro Turner, former lead investigating agent. Back to you Phil."

"I think you did it, kid. You're all over the news. Even the major networks are reporting. Make sure you let me know when you want to let anyone inside."

"Why?"

"Have you ever tried to go outside?"

"No, I didn't want to chance it."

"Lance I told you, I built that home to withstand a major hurricane."

"That's right...the window."

"Not just the windows, but the doors and walls are virtually impenetrable. You can't get in or out without the code. You can be rest assured that no one is coming in without your permission."

"Now you tell me!"

### 59

Fifteen Weeks Later

St. Simons Island

11:00 AM

"This is Jennifer Lewis for FOX News coming to you in front of Scott Rassmusson's home on St. Simons Island. It has been fifteen weeks since the people began "Show Support in St. Simons." The automated guest book has counted 1,112,953 people from all over the world who have walked around this home in the last 105 days."

"Some of the names include members of Congress, former Presidents George W. and H.W. Bush, Prince Charles, and Pope Francis. The buses have run nonstop from the staging area on the St. Simons Causeway to accommodate all who had made this pilgrimage to show their support for Lance Strickland and his daughter. Since the home is on private property, protesters were not allowed access to the area, but were allowed to protest on a small area set aside along the Causeway between the staging area and the island. I've seen only a few protesters willing to subject themselves to the prayers and love shown to them by the multitudes on the passing buses. I've also tried to interview some of the protestors, but none of the ones I talked to wanted to provide a name."

"We are eagerly waiting for the arrival of Lance Strickland's daughter. You know, the anticipation that has built up over the last few weeks for the arrival of the baby in the media and across America, is similar to what happens in Great Britain during the time of a royal birth, and in some respects, has surpassed even that. We still don't know the name of the child and are hoping Lance will give us one before he is taken into custody."

"There are news cameras all over the lawn. So many people are packed onto this part of the island that to just come on the island, you needed to show proof of residence or hold a ticket similar to this one that allows you access."

"The crowd continues to march quietly around the home and won't stop until there is word that the baby has arrived. Let's see if I can talk to one of the marchers."

"Excuse me. I'm Jennifer Lewis with FOX News. Can you tell me your names and why you're here today?''

"Sure. My name is Michelle Finn, and this is my niece Jasmine. We're from Deltona, Florida. I used to go to the church where Lance's parents attend and I've remained friends over the years with a lot of the congregation. I felt I needed to be here for Jasmine's sake, so I asked for and received a ticket from Bowler Baptist to attend."

"Oh she is so adorable. Thank you, Michelle."

"Oh, here comes Dr. Kagan, the Atlanta physician who is in charge of the delivery. She and Dr. Wells, along with three nurses, arrived on the island yesterday and were allowed to enter the home at five this morning. Let's listen in..."

"Good morning. I'm Dr. Kagan, the physician in charge. I'm happy to announce that at 10:27 this morning, Sandi Kano gave birth to a healthy baby girl."

The clapping and cheers from the crowd continue for more than three minutes.

"She weighed eight pounds, four ounces and is twenty inches long."

The crowd continues to cheer.

"What's her name?"

"I'll let Lance answer that when he comes out in a few minutes to say a few words."

"What about Miss Kano, Doc?"

"The mother is fine. After consulting with Dr. Wells, Miss Kano will be awakened late this afternoon. She will be able to leave with her mother when she feels up to it."

"Where is her mother?"

"I don't know, but she will arrive here sometime today. Now, please excuse me. I need to attend to the patient."

"That was Dr. Kagan. So for all you betting people out there, the time Lance's daughter was born was 10:27 AM, she weighed eight pounds, four ounces, and was twenty inches long. Vegas was paying 5,000 to 1 on this trifecta!"

"My sources tell me they are expecting Sandi's mother, Mandi Kano, to arrive around four this afternoon. She has stated that she did not want to be here when her grand-daughter was born and asks all the media to respect both her and her daughter's privacy. We are being told by FBI Agent Douglas that as soon as Lance's parents have taken the baby away, the GBI will release the scene to them. The FBI will ask for the crowd to disperse from around the home and to stand back toward the road. It appears they have restricted access to the river near the home and plan on using the water to exit the area. Where they are going is anybody's guess."

"Lance, Lance, we want Lance and his baby!"

"You can hear the crowd shouting for Lance to appear. I don't know when that is going to happen but in the meantime, we have Georgia Democrat Senator Ann Soto Mayer with us. She is up for reelection in November."

"Senator Soto Mayer, Jennifer Lewis from FOX News. Can you share with our viewers how you felt when the doctor made the announcement?"

"Of course--of course...Why, you know I was in full support of what the Governor decided on this case weeks ago when we all found out they were here. I'm so happy that the baby is doing fine and that the people who supported the Strickland's were able to make their positions known peaceably around this house for the last fifteen weeks."

"You know Miss Lewis, as Senator of this state, I along with other Democrats in the Senate have been willing to compromise and feel a twenty-week limit is a reasonable request to make on all women throughout the country. I think with our modern technology, there is new information out there and it's my responsibility as a senator of this state to support it. I also believe the President's pick for the new Supreme Court justice was a wise one based on Justice Reilly's court briefs while she sat on the bench in the lower courts. I believe her more moderate views on a wide list of subjects reflect where the President wants to lead this country. That is why I, as well as a majority of senators, both Republican and Democrat, got behind his selection early and were able to muster the support for her to be successful."

"Thank you, Senator Soto Mayer."

"You're welcome."

"Now I see Senator Friendly."

"Senator Friendly, Jennifer Lewis for FOX News. Can I get your response on what you have seen here today so far?"

"Of course, Jennifer. First of all, let me say that I am so glad that the baby and the mother are doing fine. I was so happy for Mr. Strickland that he was able to keep his daughter alive throughout this whole ordeal. He must be exhausted, worrying and praying for this day to arrive."

"Have you talked to the President about a pardon?"

"I've tried Jennifer, but as you know, when the craziness in Colorado occurred, the President was in Europe and he decided to stay an extra two weeks. After three days back, he left for a three-week economic tour of Southeast Asia. He came back to select his Supreme Court Justice, which, considering the party in office, was a very good moderate pick. He was not available for any discussion on the matter. Next, he went to South Africa for two weeks. Between golfing with celebrities and campaigning for his Party, he just doesn't have time to discuss it."

"Any comment on Justice Reilly being sworn in last week?"

"I was surprised by the President's pick, but given the circumstances, he had to sacrifice his hard left-liners to keep his more moderate base happy. After what happened in Aspen, we had a huge awakening to this issue about protecting the unborn and I think--"

"—Senator, sorry to interrupt you, but I see some movement by the entrance."

"Thank you Miss Lewis. We'll talk later."

"It looks like Lance Strickland is coming out. He's--yes he's holding his daughter wrapped in a pink blanket. Let's listen in."

"First of all I want to thank God for his wing of protection over my baby girl and for the strength He had provided me throughout this ordeal."

After a long pause Lance looks down into the crowd and says, "Now with great joy, I'd like to introduce the whole world to my daughter!!"

Lance holds her up for all the cameras. She is wearing a little pink stocking cap and is wrapped in a blanket. Her eyes are open while her fingers explore her chin. The pictures being taken by the media capture the essence of pricelessness that will be on magazine covers for years to come.

"I also want to thank all who are here who got involved or prayed for my daughter and me. Please continue to pray for Sandi as she'll be making some hard decisions. Please be compassionate and show her the love that she will need during this adjustment in her life."

"I'll be entrusting my daughter's care to my parents while I'm in custody. I also want the world to know that no matter what the authorities have in store for me, today I'm the happiest man in the world and (Lance looks down at his daughter) it was well worth it!"

The crowd's cheers are deafening.

"Lance—Lance?"

"Yes, Jennifer?"

"Have you decided on a name yet?"

"Oh...I'm sorry."

Lance steps back up to the microphone. The roar of the crowd settles down.

"Everybody, I want you to say hello to my daughter... Daire."

The crowd shouts in unison, "Hello Daire!!"

### Epilogue: months later

Congressman Ely – Decided to retire from Congress. The Congressman wanted to spend more time with his grandkids while they were still young. He still resides in Southern California.

Senator Friendly- Sponsored Senate Bill 1973 to restrict abortions after twenty weeks of pregnancy. He has received support from both sides of the aisle with many in congress who are up for reelection making their opinion on this bill a major part of their campaigns.

Ryan Tanner- After having all charges dropped against him, he sold his business and enjoys his trips to South America with his church. He still resides in DeLand with his family.

Dorris, George, and Colt Strickland- Are trying to raise a newborn over all the attention and gifts showered upon them from the public. The demand for interviews and public appearances at campaign rallies became so overwhelming that they needed to step back and just enjoy the time with Baby Daire at home.

Dr. Henry Wells- He has been working with a major anesthesia group to introduce standard anesthesia methods using his patented formula and techniques throughout the medical field including high risk pregnancies and rapid response during world catastrophes. The doctor's research for NASA has been suspended, awaiting further appropriations from Congress. He still finds time to fish with George Strickland on weekends.

Jennifer Lewis- Has accepted a position on the national FOX News Network for her own weekly investigative news broadcast. It runs after Governor Huckabee on Saturday nights. She has been seen around Orlando with ex-Agent Ben Casey, who is working for a security firm for a major film studio in the area.

Scott Rassmusson- Along with all of Mr. Strickland's accomplices, had charges against him dropped by the US Attorney General's Office (with little comment). He is reported to be on the Island of Capri, and appears to be running his communication empire from that location.

Sandi and Mandi Kano- Because Sandi was not awake for most of the ordeal, the psychological impact was minimal. Mom and daughter are living together in an upscale neighborhood in Boston. It is reported that supporters of Planned Parenthood and similar organizations have paid the pair millions of dollars not to press charges against Lance and not to speak to the media. They apparently fly to Europe on a private jet at least twice a month, where they are not easily recognized.

Agent Turner- Is enjoying retirement, fishing on his new boat. The Daire can be found leaving New Smyrna Beach every morning for the fishing grounds off Ponce Inlet. He has recently been asked to testify before Congress on alleged illegal unmanned aerial vehicle monitoring by the Administration. He decided to get involved after the Administration accused him of being a rogue agent. His personal daily diaries, where he kept meticulous notes during the 33 years with the FBI, have become invaluable to the investigation.

Pam McKorvey- Has joined a ministry called "A Healing In My Heart," which has grown so fast that the local group began meeting in the sanctuary at Bowler Baptist Church on Sundays after church services. Pam is writing a book that is expected to be in bookstores in the Spring.

The Director- Has been rewarded by the President for his loyalty and dedication to his work by offering him the position of Defense Secretary when it becomes vacant in January.

Maude Brennan- After her nephew plea-bargained, and some incriminating recordings mysteriously appeared on FOX's new show by Investigative Reporter Jennifer Lewis, Maude pled guilty to conspiracy to commit murder, and is now serving 15 years in the federal penitentiary. The judge, in a move to take pity on her, sentenced Merrang as her cellmate.

Justice Reilly- Just celebrated the birth of her first granddaughter. Her daughter decided to name the child Daire. The judge has made no comment.

Lance Strickland- You decide. Leave a comment at www.viableat140.com and get involved!

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### ABOUT THE AUTHOR

George Gmitro resides in DeLand, Florida. You can stay in touch with the author in the following manner:

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### FUTURE RELEASES FROM VIABLE PRESS

Fall of 2016

Travel back in time to Charleston, South Carolina before the War Between the States and meet Wyatt Strickland. The Great, Great, Great, Grandfather of Lance Strickland will excite you as he experiences trials of his own that will challenge him to the limits of what he believes is right and worth fighting for.

Fall of 2017

Travel back in time to the 1940's and meet Sterling Strickland. The Great Grandfather of Lance Strickland will thrill your senses as he takes you through France and Germany in the final six months of The Second World War. Come join him as he is pushed to his limits of what he believes is right and worth fighting for.

Fall of 2018 (or earlier)

See what happens to Lance, his family, and friends as time passes and the country awakens and responds to his bold act of courage.

### READER NOTE AND STUDY GUIDE

Two of my goals for writing VIABLE@140 are, to raise awareness about the present and future adverse effects of abortion and to claim the power in God's grace. My hope is for young adults to discuss among their peers and family, life affirming options before a crisis situation arises. Below are just a few questions for church groups and other organizations to discuss.

1. Why do you think Sandi behaved the way that she did when she realized she was pregnant?

2. Should Lance be sentence to prison? Should anyone who helped him go to jail?

3. If you knew where Lance was hiding would you have turned him in? Does a 100,000 dollar reward change your mind?

4. Did it appear that Agent Casey was struggling to do his job? What would you do?

5. At anytime did your opinion of Agent Turner change?

6. Do you think Sandi is going to be better off emotionally since she delivered a healthy baby girl?

7. Should the state's role in protecting life take priority over the convenience of the mother?

8. List examples of God's protecting hand.

9. Do you think God's love for Pam changed after each decision that she made? Explain.

10. Can you relate to the power of God's grace in Pam's and Lance's life? Are you willing to share your grace experience?

I hope theses questions will spark some honest heartfelt conversations. I encourage you to make up your own list of questions and discuss them with your peers. I would be glad to post some of them on the viableat140.com website.

### GET INVOLVED

If you would like to get involved, please join me in supporting these nonprofit organizations.

Grace House Pregnancy Resource Center is located in DeLand and Edgewater Florida. Grace House exists to empower abortion-vulnerable individuals to make life affirming choices by offering education, resources, and the love & hope of God.

www.gracehouse4life.org

The Higher Achievement Program (HAP) at Saint Peter's Prep provides an opportunity for young men to develop leadership skills that are desperately needed in today's world. This inner city program attracts hundreds of rising eighth graders from the Jersey City, New Jersey area to spend their summer learning to be men of integrity and to be men for others. Lance exhibited these characteristics and it is my desire to instill these traits in the young men of our future. Please mention HAP Scholarship when making your donation.

www.stpetersprep.org

Healing Hearts Ministries International ministers to the needs of women and men who have been affected by abortion. This ministry began in the Puget Sound area of Washington but now has expanded throughout the United States.

www.healinghearts.org
