Chapter Twenty Four

8th January, 1999

The White House

President Freddie Rawlings

My office was in a huge mess. The tables and chairs overturned, my portrait smashed. This was as a result of my outburst earlier on. I was angry, furious and disappointed that yet again I couldn't rescue my daughter.

Matt, who tried to calm me down sat in a corner, staring into space. Samantha who had somehow gotten wind of this information was at the point of crying herself to death. I had failed again, failed to nail that bastard.

Earlier, Peter Cavinsky gave a report on how everything took place. Leonard Martins was dead and the rest who were lucky to survive had various degrees of injury. The only consolation I had was the report that Joel was severely injured and had little chance of surviving and also his warehouse was in ruins.

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