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

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    Alice stood up awkwardly and both agents smiled at her polite way of saying she was heading to the toilet.
    “I got bad news for you,” Joe said sadly before Alice reached the toilet.
    “What, how?” Alice blurted out loud as she opened the door; luckily no one was in earshot.
    “Kahn has just been murdered. Shot!”
    “Oh my God, no!” Alice felt crushed.
    “I was in his head when it happened and I saw and felt everything, it was like being actually shot.”
    There was an overwhelming fear in Joe’s thoughts, he was close to being hysterical and Joe stammered as he recited his trailing of Kahn from when he had made the phone call to when two bullets had ripped through his fragile body.
    He ended his account with, “He was shot. Really shot.”
    Alice was horrified by what she had heard but her fear was even more intense when she realized that Joe, Joe the freaking Magic Man was frightened. It came to her in that moment that Joe wasn’t bulletproof; he sure as hell wasn’t invincible.
    “That’s right, Alice,” Joe said, hopping on her recent train of thought. “I’m no Terminator.”
    Alice shivered and said, “This is awful! Do you think they killed him because he talked to us?”
    “I’m inclined to think so. The killer called Kahn by his name then shot him twice. They were probably spooked by your visit. And obviously, Kahn was mighty dispensable!”
    “Joe, you’ve got to calm down. You’re freaking me out. And you’ve got to go now, because I do really need to pee now.”
    “Just close your eyes, I won’t be able to see a thing. Or look straight ahead... or at the ceiling. Look, we’ve got to talk this over; I’ve never witnessed anything like this before.”
    “Joe, I’m losing my mind right now! And no, I can’t pee with you in my head, so PLEASE... give me some privacy before I pass out!”
    Joe was a little taken aback by the harshness in her voice so without uttering a word, he left Alice’s head.
    Two minutes later, with Alice back at the table, Campbell had a call. He listened intently and then suddenly jumped up.
    “What?! Where were our men?” He motioned for Burrows and Alice to get up quickly and added, “We are on our way.”
    “What’s going on?” Burrows asked as they ran to the car.
    “Someone has just shot the Pakistani boy,” he replied tautly.
    The three of them hopped haphazardly into the car, Campbell put the siren and lights on and after spinning the car around, he headed in the general direction of the garage. Flying past it, he kept looking sideways according to his directions and a few alleys later, he saw their intended target. Sprawled carelessly in the middle of the alley was a body and it was very visible from the road. He turned in carefully as he realized they had arrived before the local police. There were two men standing over the body but Campbell recognized them as FBI.
    “Alice, you stay in the car,” Campbell said. It was an order.
    She nodded and watched Campbell and Burrows hurry towards the two men standing over a body in the middle of the alley; they had their FBI badges on display. Alice guessed they were the ones that were tailing the boy. In no time, the local police had arrived and had the place sealed off. Alice sat in the car for about thirty minutes watching the scene before they came back. Campbell didn’t say a word; he simply put the car in reverse and drove quietly through the police barrier.
    Alice was the first to speak. “Do you think they shot him because he spoke to us?”
    Burrows nodded sadly. “It looks that way. He was shot in the chest and in the head. A professional hit. The kid didn’t stand a chance.”
    “How terrible... and he was so young,” Alice said, guilt oozing from her words.
    “Yeah,” Burrows said, “our command picked up his conversation on the phone. He was told to come meet someone. I guess they didn’t trust him to keep his mouth shut, so he must have known something.”
    “So what