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  “My daughter was taken to Russia, where they planned on selling the girls.” Caldwell took a moment, placing a hand to her mouth as she tried to hold composure, before continuing. “Mr. Taylor and the Russian national police were able to find Mary Jane and the other missing girls and rescue them, along with more than a dozen other girls of various nationalities. Since then, I have remained in contact with Mr. Taylor, who I consider a personal friend, and to whom I owe a debt that can never ever be repaid.”

  Caldwell reached out and gripped Taylor’s hand, giving it a brief squeeze. Knowing Caldwell as he now did, he knew that, while she absolutely meant every word she said, that this was also performative and for the benefit of the onlooking press.

  “With ongoing counseling, Mary Jane is home safe and has recovered well from her ordeal. While I will answer questions on the subject, I ask for you to show respect to my daughter on this subject in the future, and remember that the trauma of an event like this never goes away. We will have the names and information of US Law Enforcement and Russian officials who can answer additional questions for you about the abductions here, and the operations in Russia. Now, I’m sure you have questions.”

  Hands shot up across the room. Taylor was surprised it didn’t come with more shouting, but apparently, Caldwell had the press well trained by this point.

  She pointed at a woman, who stood up and said, “It was public knowledge that your daughter liked to party, and she’d had several run-ins with police over drunk driving and drug possession. Several months ago she began appearing at campaign stops with you and all reports of her more extreme behavior vanished. Is this the reason for her sudden change?”

  “First, I’ll remind you that she has never been charged with any crimes related to drugs. To answer your actual question, yes. She saw her ordeal as a wakeup call and has made great strides in bettering herself. While I would not wish what happened to my daughter on anyone, we are glad she has been able to use this traumatic event to strengthen herself. Next question.”

  “Has anything been done about the criminals who kidnapped your daughter? We hear about human trafficking a lot, but this sounds much larger and more organized than anything we’ve heard about before.”

  “Human trafficking is a scourge, and I’m sad to say is still actively happening, especially along our southern border. I know all of our Law Enforcement agencies continue to fight against these monsters, something I would hope you in the press would remember when writing about ‘heavy-handed’ tactics. In this one case, I can say that the organization involved has been completely shut down, with its leaders either dead or no longer with us. I commend both American and Russian law enforcement agents for their quick and valiant efforts to bring these criminals to justice. Next question.”

  “Mr. Taylor’s DD-214 says he was given a medical discharge from the service on psychological grounds. Should voters be concerned that you’re friends with someone the military says is psychological no longer fit to serve?”

  “While much of John’s record remains classified, I have prepared for you a brief background of his service that will be available to you at the end of this press conference. During his last deployment, he was part of a convoy that was ambushed. During his actions in defending this convoy, for which he received multiple commendations for bravery, he was knocked unconscious and captured after a rocket-propelled grenade exploded near him. He was held in captivity, and tortured by insurgents for three years. He was finally able to escape, on his own, and make his way back to US forces.”

  “After extensive medical treatment to correct damage from years of physical abuse, and dealing with the fact that he’d been officially listed as dead by the DOD, the Army followed its policy that soldiers who’ve come under extreme psychological stress be discharged. John never once did anything that would suggest he was unfit to serve and was discharged solely as a precautionary measure as part of official policy. I want to take a moment to remind you that we’ve been at war in all but name now, for more than fifteen years and we have thousands of veterans returning to civilian life every year suffering severe mental trauma. When I become President, one of my first goals will be to ensure veterans have the services and support they need to make that transition to civilian life successfully, and to treat the unseen damage they’ve endured in our name. Too many of our veterans end up on the street, no longer capable of functioning in society because they went in our place and for us. The current administration has let these men and woman down, and I will not let that betrayal continue once I’m in office.”

  “I’ll step off that particular soapbox now, but I’ll say that I trusted John with my daughter's life, and he delivered. I’m completely aware of how and why John was discharged from the service, and I’d trust him with mine and my daughters’ lives again in a heartbeat. This man is an American hero, and deserves your respect. Next question.”

  “I have a question for Mr. Taylor.”

  Caldwell nodded and stepped aside, motioning with one hand for Taylor to take the podium.

  “Mr. Taylor, you are currently living with an FBI agent and working with the FBI on cases. Your business as a security expert is now profiting from a relationship with Special Agent Loretta Whitaker. Is this something federal inspectors should be looking at?”

  “I’m not really sure what inspectors are supposed to be looking at, but they’re welcome to investigate me. My work with the FBI started before I met Agent Whitaker. In fact, it was during my work that we met. We didn’t start dating until after that case was finished. So, if anything, my personal life profited off of my business as a security expert. Hell, meeting her was better than the paycheck they gave me.”

  The last comment elicited a chuckle from a few reporters.

  “A follow up question,” a man in the back row said, standing up.

  After getting a nod from Russell, the man continued. “There are reports of an incident in Virginia involving a gas leak of some kind. I’m hearing rumors that it was a terrorist attack, and your name popped up in one account.”

  Taylor was stunned for a second. While he knew the public would learn about the attack, finding a reporter knew about it already, knew it was terrorist-related, attached his name to it, and made it to an unrelated press conference was stunning.

  “I …” he started and then paused, trying to figure out what he could say that wouldn’t screw their investigation entirely. “I’m not able to answer anything on that right now. You’ll need to talk to the FBI directly.”

  “Mr. Taylor isn’t able to answer questions about ongoing investigations,” Russell said, stepping up and leaning past him to the microphone. “All questions about this should be directed to the Justice Department. We will not be answering any questions on this topic, thank you.”

  “Thanks,” Taylor whispered as Russell stepped back, knowing Whitaker and Crawford were going to give him hell about shining a spotlight on their investigation, even if he didn’t do anything.

  “I have another question for Mr. Taylor.”

  “Go ahead,” Caldwell said next to him.

  “You returned from Russia six months ago, which lines up with when you were sent to rescue the Senators daughter. When you returned you had an underage Russian prostitute with you, who’s been seen entering and leaving the apartment you share with your federal agent girlfriend.”

  “What?” Taylor said angrily, his grip tightening on the podium.

  “Now hold on,” Caldwell said, stepping closer to Taylor.

  “Senator, do ‘American Heroes’ bring back hookers to live with them? Is this the kind of behavior you condone? I also found that he’s working on getting her a US citizenship, with help from the Justice Department. Are federal resources being diverted to make foreign prostitutes US citizens?”

  “I don’t think …” Caldwell started to say when Taylor’s voice cut over hers.

  “You need to listen very fucking closely. The girl you’re talking about isn’t a hooker o
r a prostitute. She’s a victim who, when she was a small child, was kidnapped and put through hell. She was raped by men who paid her captors for the privilege. She was given beatings by those monsters when she refused. You have the balls on you to sit there and call the victim of child abuse a prostitute? What the hell is wrong with you, lady?”

  “Did I take the victim of long-term abuse out of that hellhole and try and give her a normal life? Fuck yes, I did. What kind of sociopath do you have to be to think we should leave a child behind to keep getting abused? Do you want to know how I met her? I was trying to figure out how to get the girls out from under these sick pieces of trash who were holding them and planning on putting them through the same horrible life, I might add, when she stepped up. She put her life on the line to help me save others, and when the shit really hit the fan, she saved my life. So yes, I brought her back to the States. She’s living with me because I’m in the process of adopting her. I literally owe her my life, and the very least I can do is make sure the rest of hers is as good as I can make it. Do I think she should be an American citizen? Hell yes, I do. I’d take one of her over ten of you any day.”

  Taylor's voice turned icy, his tone holding menace with every word.

  “Let me make one thing very clear. If you bother her with any of your moronic questions, I will make your life a living hell. She’s already been through enough. She doesn’t need you vultures victimizing her all over again. Come after me all you want; but the first person who messes with her, will find themselves in a world of hurt.”

  “This press conference is over,” Russell said, pushing Taylor off stage behind Caldwell, who was already walking off towards the door they’d entered through.

  The room erupted behind them as they made a hasty escape and closed the door behind them. Taylor pulled himself under control, his anger still boiling under the surface, but tempered by an awareness of the disaster he'd just caused.

  “Senator, I’m so sorry …” Taylor started to say when he was stopped.

  Caldwell turned around, beaming. “John, that was fabulous.”

  “What?”

  “Ohh, they’ll have their feathers ruffled for a few days, and you probably shouldn’t have threatened them there at the end; I can already hear the op-eds now, calling for ‘civility’. The rest, however, was perfect.”

  “I’m confused,” Taylor said, his anger falling away as he tried to make sense of what she was saying.

  “I’ve been having a bit of a problem with women. Some of them think I’m too aggressive and bitchy, and don’t like how I’ve been able to make it in ‘a man’s world’. You’re outburst though, was perfect. What do you think Mariah?”

  “Only a few channels carried the press conference live, but there’s just enough time for the video of Mr. Taylor’s speech to be fed into the evening news broadcasts. I’ll get some new questions out for an internal poll, and have it start just after the news. I’m betting we see a five to ten point bump with suburban women.”

  “I’m still confused,” Taylor protested as Russell hurried out of the room, already dialing her phone.

  “That’s okay, John,” Caldwell said, putting her arm through his. “Politics is a confusing business. All you need to know is you were so perfectly you, we couldn’t have planned it better. I swear, you are the gift that keeps giving.”

  “I thought you were going to be pissed at me.”

  “Far from it. I will say your outburst is not going to keep reporters away from you now. I’m sure they can smell the quotes they can get from you, but I’m betting they keep their distance from Kara. The look on your face was … honestly a little frighting. It’s good to know if I should ever get in trouble, I might be able to have you with me, though.”

  “You know you would, Senator. Again, I’m sorry I blew up like that.”

  “Don’t be. I agree completely with everything you said, and it made me love you even more. I’m sorry to run out so fast, but I have got to get going. I know we’re already getting calls, and I have to strike while the iron’s hot. Loren will get you back to your home.”

  She gave Taylor a brief hug and then hurried out the door behind Russell. Dashel gave a tight smile to Taylor and then headed to door as well, holding it open for Taylor to follow.

  He spent the trip back lost in his thoughts, bouncing between annoyance at himself for letting the reporters goad him into a reaction, and thinking about the case and where the hell they were going to go now. On the press conference front, despite what the Senator had said, he knew it was salacious enough that he’d end up on the TV a bunch of times over the next day or so, until whatever shiny bobble got their attention on the next story.

  Taylor knew he wasn’t cut out for public scrutiny. While he wasn’t as screwed up as that first year after the desert; he still had trouble controlling his temper, and someone getting in his face with a camera would almost certainly push some buttons. Then there was the second of flashback after all the cameras started going off. A lot of the feelings had pulled back into service, and he was certain the nightmares would be back, tonight.

  Worse than that were his thoughts on the case. Not only were they nowhere, but news of the events in Amberville was starting to get out, which would cause a panic and embolden Qasim, whose ultimate target and time-line they still didn’t know. Taylor did not share Whitaker’s belief that something in the Amberville attack would lead to the next clue. He still thought they were all underestimating the man and knew he planned too well to leave clues behind.

  The driver had to call Taylor's name twice when they got back to the apartment building. There were still photographers in front of the building, but less of them this time. He tried to ignore the shouted questions and camera flashes as he escaped past the doorman and into the building.

  By the time he got into the apartment, he felt wrung out, falling into the chair in the living room. It seemed impossible that this was the same day as the firefight and resulting horror show in Amberville.

  He was just starting to close his eyes when arms snaked around his neck and began to squeeze … hard.

  “Hhurrk,” Taylor said as Kara’s face dropped down next to his and pressed her cheek into his.

  “No ..... air ...,” he managed to get out.

  “Sorry,” she said, letting go and sliding around him, dropping into his lap and hugging him again.

  “What’s up?” he asked, hugging her back, as he felt her arms trembling as she held him in a death grip.

  After a minute, she released her hold on him and leaned back, “I watch you on TV with the reporters.”

  “I’m so sorry they said those things about you.”

  “Fuck them. I’m a big girl and don’t give a shit about what they say. Only people whose thoughts I care about, are you and Loretta and Mary Jane and her mom. Plus, they won’t say that again when you’re around! You looked like you wanted to jump over table and punch her in mouth. I loved it.”

  “I’m still worried that if your name becomes public, it’ll cause problems for you when you finally get back out into public, at college or after.”

  “It’ll be okay. People forget or at least stop caring. I’m just happy you tell whole world you love me.”

  Taylor thought about it. He hadn’t actually said that, but that had been what was behind that reaction. He already knew how much he cared about Kara, but he realized she was right. His affection for her had, at some point over the last six months, become love. He thought of her as his daughter, not just on paper, but in fact.

  “I know I haven’t said it, but I do love you. So does Whitaker.”

  “I knew that, inside, but seeing you talk about me on TV, and hearing you say words now …”

  The words caught in her throat and she hugged him again. Taylor wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly for several minutes before she pulled back again.

  “Loretta called before you come home. She said you should go to the FBI building when you come back
. Sorry I didn’t say at first. I wanted to hug you and say I love you, before you run out to catch bad guys again.”

  “I’m glad you did,” Taylor said, pulling her off his lap and standing up. “If she has something, I’m not sure when we’ll be back.”

  “I’ll be okay. You just save people and come back home with Loretta safe.”

  “I promise,” he said, leaning down and kissing her forehead. “Love you, kiddo.”

  Grabbing his 'go' bag, Taylor headed out the door.

  Chapter 11

  Taylor found Whitaker in her office. It occurred to him, on the elevator ride up, the one actually good thing out of being an employee of the FBI, even temporarily, was the pass that let him into the building without having to go through the visitor process every time.

  “Hey,” he said, dropping his bag next to her desk. “Kara said you needed me back here. Something break?”