The "Senile Brigade," as Henry jokingly told his friends, had left with those two guys in the trunk of a convertible Oldsmobile to teach them a lesson. Henry and his wife, Joanna, convinced Hansen a David to stay with them in their apartment to spend the night and continue on their way to the airport the next day. Hansen was worried that those who were persecuting them would also find them there, since they knew they had gone to the business of the elders and would soon find out where they lived to look for them there. Henry explained that there would be no problems there, since the apartment where they were was his daughter’s husband, and they had gone about five years ago to Argentina. Their home was located in Queens and, although they are living there permanently, that afternoon they had decided to go to their daughter's apartment precisely to avoid being located by those who were looking for them.
But he was wrong, because they were able to locate them, but they we
When he heard the police were arrived, Thomas, who had stayed in the backseat of the car, knew that his men wouldn’t return, so he moved to the front seat, started the engine and drive away, passing next to the black Impala with police lights that had just arrived. He was starting to feel really frustrated that he couldn’t get to Joseph, and that was upsetting him too. Hansen had so far been very lucky to be able to evade him unharmed, and he would find a way to change that. He went back home, it was already night and he needed to communicate with his Lord, so he could tell him again where they would be the next day. He arrived at twenty minutes, a little faster than usual, he thought. Although it was located in Queens, he felt the place was the most convenient to live in than any other location. As a personal rule, his group would always be away from home, so he would avoid interruptions when talking with his Lord. It was located in a quiet and modest suburb, where all
Hansen laid Joseph down on Karen’s bed, being careful not to wake him up. She sat next to him and looked at him again, then took off his shoes and tucked him in. She gave him a kiss on his forehead and another on the cheek. She looked at Hansen, got up and left the room. In the living room she sat on one of the furniture. David was standing by one of the windows and scrutinizing the surroundings. Hansen came and sat down on another piece of furniture as well. He hadn’t wanted to take off his suit jacket yet. He and Karen looked at each other for a long time. Karen broke the silence.“I shouldn’t, but I appreciate you bringing Joshua back to me. I see that you have taken care of him and fed him well.”“His name is Joseph now,” Hansen said. “And I’m not giving him back to you. I’m offering you the opportunity to be in his life again, with me.”“I’m his mother. If I want to do it right no
They had heard reports that Bin Laden was hidden somewhere in the neighborhood they were now patrolling. Robert was at the wheel of the Humvee, David was a co-pilot and in the back were the rookies Miller and Hendricks. In front of them were in another Humvee Sergeant Hastings, Romero and Cooper. They stopped on a closed street with lots of debris resulting from the previous bombing in the area. They got out of the vehicles and began to walk the deserted street. With the rank of Sergeant too, David always stood forward to lead others and command actions. They passed the debris and heard a sound coming from the house on their right. They all pointed towards the house, David raised his right arm with a clenched fist to signal them to stop, and then signaled them to separate in two directions, indicating the three on his left to go toward the back of the house, as he, Robert, Miller and Hendricks walked through the front door. The house was almost in ruins, there was a lot of debris in
Mark heard the sound and thought it was the alarm clock. He looked for it with his right hand and found it, pressed the button but the sound didn’t stop. He finished waking up and realized it wasn’t the alarm clock, but his cell phone. He looked for it on the nightstand and after finding it he answered.“I’ll be there in half an hour,” he said after a few seconds. Then he got up and went to take a shower.He arrived in forty minutes. Doris was in front of the house, next to Mulligan and a large group of policemen. Across the street, a large group of journalists were trying to access the crime scene, some of them offering the news live for their television stations and others trying to get an interview with whoever gives them more accurate information.“You don’t sleep?” Mark asked with an annoyed face to Doris and Mulligan.Doris smiled at him. Mulligan looked like he hadn’t done it, or didn’t do
Thomas arrived at the house where his sect met. He was really upset and annoyed to fail again in his attempt to capture Dr. Hansen and the boy. He came in quickly and went to one of the rooms, which was used as a kind of office, with a desk and chair in the center, and at the bottom of it, behind the desk, a large wooden cabinet as a closet that it almost reached the ceiling. He went there and opened one of the doors, took out one of the several whiskey bottles he had there and opened it, he poured some into a glass and drank it avidly. One of the few personal tastes he had was keeping a small collection of alcoholic beverages, especially whiskey, to satisfy an addiction he kept hidden to the members of his sect. There he kept at least ten or twelve bottles, and in his house another similar amount. He had acquired the habit by a terrible event in which he lost his entire family, collapsing his world in such a way that he lost all desire to live, trying more than once to unsuccessful
Joseph was thinking it very seriously, although there was barely a mischievous smile on his face. Karen had showered and dressed him and was combing his hair when Hansen came and told them his plans to outwit the police and the men who were following them.“What do you say, son?” Hansen asked him. “Do you think you can do it?”“I think I’ve seen girl’s clothes around here,” Karen said. “It will only be for a while, until we get out of the state.”Joseph chuckled.“I don’t think I look pretty dressed as a girl.”“Well, we’ll see that,” Karen kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll be right back.”She left the room and went to the next one in search of clothes. Hansen sat down next to Joseph, he felt the smell of children’s soap and shampoo. Joseph stared at him for a moment and then snuggled against him. Hansen hugged him.&ld
They sighed with relief when they passed the checkpoint. Hansen hugged Joseph happily, and then Joseph threw his arms around Karen’s neck from behind her seat and kissed her on the cheek. David made the remark that they needed gasoline. A few miles later they found a gas station and stopped there. David began dispensing the Chevelle, while the others went to the store to see what they bought. They were hungry. Inside, the manager was behind the counter reading a newspaper. He barely glanced at them. Hansen and Karen took some chicken sandwiches and some sodas, as well as water bottles.“I don’t like to give him soda so early,” Hansen said, “but today we can make an exception.”Joseph went to a counter where there were several compact discs for sale. He reviewed some and recognized one of his father’s favorite groups. He took the disc and headed toward him, who was already paying what they had bought.“Can you buy t
Darlene arrived at the address Phil had given her. It was an old house in the suburbs of Queens. When she found that it was the house she was looking for, she knocked on the door. No one answered. She knocked again and also got no answer. When she was about to leave, discouraged, a man with long hair and thick mustache arrived to the house and looked at her suspiciously.“Who are you, and what do you want in my house?” Tommy asked her.Darlene feigned a friendly smile and held out her hand.“Hi! I’m Darlene Lowell from CNN. I’m looking for the owner, Tommy Sanders. Are you?”Tommy left her hand outstretched, walked past her, and went to open the door.“I have nothing to tell the press. Please go away.”“Are you Tommy Sanders? Look, I’m just investigating the murders occurred in the last few hours. The public has the right to know ...”“I don’t give a damn wh