Free The Road to Justice/Sins of the Son combo pack - A John Fowler Novel (John Fowler (Books 1 & 2)) by David Carner

”   Agent McDonald hung up the phone.  He got up from his desk and began to pace around his office.  He wanted to make Lisa happy, but he wasn ’ t for sure how far she wanted him to go.  He walked back to his desk and decided to try the indirect approach first.  He dialed the phone and waited for the voice on the other end. 
                  “ Hello, may I speak to Agent Cosby? ”   He listened and answered.  “ This is agent Luke McDonald with the Secret Service.              

              Vermont
    John Fowler
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 21
                  As John drove down the interstate toward the small town where Tom Bradley resided, he had to admit, Jessica knew how to take care of him.  When he got off of the plane, John hadn ’ t even thought about how to get to the Bradley residence.  Jessica had reserved a car for John and had the rental company preprogram the navigation system for him.  As great as that was, Jessica had made sure he had satellite radio.  Eighties music was blaring out of the speakers and John was singing along at the top of his lungs. 
    John was smiling and thinking about life.  Not two days ago , he contemplated picking up a bottle and taking a drink.  Today, he didn ’ t even think about a drink until the flight stewardess asked him if he would like something on the plane.  He always thought he had been close before to breaking down and drinking.  He never knew how wrong he was about that until he got on the plane.
                  John hated flying.  When the stewardess came by with her cart, it was all John could do not to grab the entire bottle off of her cart.  He settled for a soda, but he kept one eye on the cart as it went by.  John gave an involuntary shudder as he thought about the flight.  It wasn ’ t that the flight was bumpy or bad, but that it was so unnatural.  John shook his head and took in the countryside.  He had gotten very lucky.  The road had every chance of being covered in snow, but it wasn ’ t.  Snow covered the fields and trees, but the road was clear.   John chuckled to himself.
                  John had grown up in Western Kentucky.  This amount of snow would actually have been enough to close down county schools for several days.  It amazed him at how little snow bothered things here.  Of course there was a huge difference in the type of snow that fell in each region.  Here when it snowed, it snowed.  Back in Kentucky it might be freezing rain, sleet, or just flat out ice.  In the northeast, the drivers here were used to driving in snow .  W hen it snowed in Western Kentucky . . . you would think people had never seen the stuff.  John was glad he didn ’ t drive very much in New York, and he had honestly been worried about this drive in Vermont, but it had actually been very nice.               
                  Sam, of course, had loved the snow.  He thought she was slightly deranged because of it, but he had to admit New York City was be autiful at night right after a freshly fallen snow.  As John looked around the countryside, he thought about how beautiful the scenery was.  It looked like something right out of a Christmas card or one of those 1000 pieces puzzles Sam use d to love to work on. 
    The GPS interrupted his thoughts.  He turned onto a two lane road.  Deep down he was beginning to feel dread welling up in his stomach.  He always hated to talk to spouses of those that had lost loved ones, and he had no idea how he would personally react to this one.  This would be the first interview he conducted since Sam ’ s death. 
                  As he drove down the road noticing the similarities between his former home and Vermont, he thought about his parents.  He loved his parents, but he hadn ’ t been able to face them.   He thought about the look on his Mom ’ s face when he had told her that