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Chapter 123

Jenny burst into the agent’s hospital room and screamed, “The senator is gone.”

Despair lurked in Jenny’s soul as she explained to agent Paterson that an inept secret service agent allowed the senator to leave the hospital and go Arlington cemetery.”

“We got to find senator Anderson before Martinez kills him,” Dennis insisted.

Dennis and Jenny dashed out of senator’s hospital room towards the Arlington cemetery.

It was one thirty in the afternoon by the time Jenny and Dennis arrived at the Arlington cemetery. The FBI agents walked briskly among the bereaved veteran soldiers as they hastily search for Senator Anderson. The D-day fortieth anniversary celebration was just started to disseminate as the agents made their way toward the tomb of the unknown soldiers.

“The senator is not here,” Jenny said franticly as fear and anguish grew in her heart.

Desperately the agents cast their eyes amongst the multitude of the old soldiers that were attending the ceremony as they attempted to find Senator Anderson.

“I don't see Jeff Anderson, Maybe the senator made it home already,” Jenny suggested.  Jenny’s optimism quickly vanished as she arrived at the tomb of the unknown soldier.

Disbelief swirled in Dennis’s mind as he scrutinize the crowd at the Arlington cemetery. The agent’s probed the amongst the remaining celebrators, veterans and generals that still lingered around the tomb of the unknown soldiers. Dennis suddenly became dishearten when he finally realized that the senator could already be dead. Dennis cast his eyes on a world war two army general and uttered, “Excuse me sir, have you seen senator Jefferson Anderson?”

The general pointed west.

“Thank you sir,” Dennis said as he grabbed Jenny’s hand and raced towards the gravesite of the soldiers from world war two.

“Lets spilt up Jenny,” Dennis insisted. “You go that way, I will circle around this way.”