Free Kill The President's Women (Joe The Magic Man Series Book 2) by Allan J Lewis

her fingers as she made her way towards the bar. She heard Campbell asking the man sitting on the bar stool if he knew the boy in the photo and thanking him when he said he had never seen him before.
    There were four boys sitting down watching the two boys playing pool; three of the watchers were Pakistani, as was one of the players. Campbell showed the sketch to the boys sitting down while Alice leaned over the pool table, trying not to show that she had recognized the boy opposite her as Kahn. She accidently let the badge drop on the table and as it spun towards one of the pool balls, Kahn caught it, preventing the collision.
    “The boy we’re looking for is Asian,” Alice said to the other boy, “possibly from Pakistan; he’s in his early twenties and is about 6 feet tall.” Alice could see that Kahn was about 5 feet 8 inches, and as expected, he relaxed a little.
    Campbell came over and casually placed the sketch on the table without looking at Kahn. “If you see this guy around, let us know.”
    He tossed his card on the table and picked up the sketch, saying, “Sorry to have spoiled your game.”
    Alice was holding her hand out for Kahn to pass her badge back, when Joe popped into her mind. Joe asked her what was going on, and before Alice could tell him telepathically. Joe said excitedly, “That’s him, that’s the boy I saw in Mr. Woo’s dream.”
    Alice was frozen for a moment and she felt a cold shiver pass through her body. Steeling herself, she asked Kahn, “Could you pass my lucky charm back to me please?”
    He quickly picked it up and handed it to her. “Thank you, you boys stay out of trouble okay?”
    Some of the boys murmured some replies and as Alice turned and walked away, her legs were shaking. She tried communicating with Joe but he wasn’t replying, so she knew from experience that he had jumped into Kahn’s mind. She was dying to tell Burrows and Campbell that Joe had recognized the boy from Mr. Woo’s dream, but she couldn’t. As far as anyone knew, Joe could only communicate with Alice through her dreams.
    “I think that went okay,” Campbell said as they got back in the car, “I’m not 100% positive he’s our guy but if he is, then let’s hope we’ve spooked him into making a phone call.”
    Campbell looked down the block and suggested. “Let’s go over to that coffee shop just in case he’s watching us. We’ll let him think we’re doing a door to door.”
    “I could do with a cup of coffee to calm my nerves.” Alice said, as she flopped down in the back of the car.
    “You did great in there, Mrs. Timberlake.” Campbell said, smiling.
    “Oh please, stop calling me Mrs. Timberlake. Just call me Alice.”
    Campbell considered it briefly and said, “Fair enough, I’ll call you Alice when it’s just us, but in the office or in the presence of any other agent, I’ll stick to protocol and call you Mrs. Timberlake.”
    Burrows rolled her eyes; Agent Campbell was probably the stiffest of them all.
    Back at the bar, Joe silently remained in Kahn’s mind as he tried to convince his friends that the sketch couldn’t be him. The sketched person could be any Pakistani, he argued, besides, he was too short to be the one they were looking for.
    Joe whispered manipulatively in Kahn’s thoughts, “You better phone your other friends to let them know the FBI is looking for you.”
    Kahn said goodbye to his pool friends, telling them he had something to attend to. His exit through the front door gave him a glimpse of the Feds as they leisurely walked into the coffee shop. He walked the other way and after putting a reasonable distance between himself and the coffee shop, he took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.
    It took quite a while for the owner of the phone to pick up and when he did, Kahn said hurriedly, “Look Ricky, I think the Feds are looking for me.”
    Joe could hear a ma n with an American accent reply to him, telling him to stay calm and asking for