Chapter 5
Dennis was in a terrible mood as he and agent Holloway boarded a red eye flight from Washington D.C. to Portland Oregon. The eight hour layover in Chicago only agitated Dennis Paterson’s horrible disposition.
Craig reluctantly joined Dennis in what stared out as one drink that quickly turned into several drinks. The agents stayed at a cheap motel near the O'hare airport. Its guest were low life drug dealer, pimps and hookers yet it was the hippest place in south Chicago. The Motel's bar was decorated with cheap red velvet, peeling painted walls and wobbly wooden chairs. Obnoxious loud music, blared from a drunk three piece band as waitress with fake blonde wigs and large fake breast served watered down drinks. Anguish swirled in Dennis’s head as he finished his seventh glass of cheap whiskey.
“Have you ever been married Craig?" the drunken agent asked his new partner.
“No, I wold rather be slaughtered by Martinez then to be married.”
“Good for you. Getting married was the worst thing I ever did.”
Regrettable Craig stayed at the bar all night and learned every detail in Dennis’s ugly divorce. drinking only aspirated Dennis’s hatred of his ex wife. Craig soon realized that if he had to endure another drunken speech about his new parter’s ex-wife, he was either going to kill Dennis or himself.
Fortunately for Craig their flight to Oregon was not delayed. As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, Craig helped his drunk partner board their airplane. Though Craig was brand new to the spy business, he pondered Dexter’s wisdom in sending them to investigate the murder of Kevin Spencer when a senator is about to be killed in less then three day. The smell of liqueur and cigar smoked still lingered on Dennis’s breath as Craig placed his new partner in the taxi. Desperately, Craig tired to sober up his parter with cups of black coffee before they arrive at the Seaside police station.
When Craig joined the FBI, he thought that he would be traveling to exotic location like New York City or LA instead of a small boring town named Seaside Oregon. It’s biggest attraction was its proximity to the Lewis and Clack expedition that landed there over a hundred years ago.
When Dennis passed out in the taxi on their way to Seaside, Craig took the time to examine his new partner’s FBI file. He unfolded a piece of paper from his jacket and read the file in the dimly lit cab. “Divorced three years ago, one child named Isabella. Twenty years as an agent for the Bureau. Brought up on charges of corruption, bribery and murder all dropped because of lack of evidence. Dennis's first partner, Gregg Flint was murdered by terrorist. His second partner, Daniel Robert was murdered by Russian mob boss. Dennis’s last partnered with an agent named Roger Campbell. Campbell was an FBI agent for three years till he was brutally murdered. Dennis was accused of Roger’s murder, but charges were dropped when all the evidence was mysteriously lost.” A chill went down Craig's back as he pondered the possibility that he would suffer the same fate as Dennis’s former partners.
As the taxi drove up to the police station, Dennis was drunk and the stench of old cigars still emanated from his disheveled cloths. Craig helped his inebriated partner into the police station were they meet sergeant Prescott. Dennis cast his bloodshot angry eyes upon Prescott. he was only twenty something kid with dark brown eyes, long sideburns and a thick mustache.
“We need to talk to captain Brennan,” Craig said as he flashed his FBI badge.
“That is impossible, the captain is not hear,” Prescott insisted.
Dennis’s eye flared with rage as he screamed, “We just flew from D.C. to see the captain, go get him now sergeant.”
Prescott’s stared defiantly at the FBI agent as he contemplated what would happen to him if he disobeyed the captain’s orders.
Malice filled Dennis’s heart as he screamed, “Now sergeant.”
Reluctantly Prescott drove the agent to Deloris Spencer’s house.