Chapter 94
The ringing phone distracted Senator Anderson’s recollection of June 8, 1944. Upon the fourth ring, Jeff awoke from his troubled past and answered his phone.
“Hello,” Jeff Anderson whispered as he slowly descended from his nightmare.
“I am so glad to hear that you didn’t die my old friend,” I said.
Dreadful fear crept back into the Senator’s heart as he quickly regained his composure. “I know you murdered my friends Todd Beacon and Kevin Spencer.”
“Yes, I am a murderer and so are you senator or have you forget the past.”
The Senator slowly regained control of his temper and took a shot of whiskey. He slowly sat down upon his leather chair. “What do you want Martinez?”
“You lied to me; the priest in France didn’t have the treasure.”
The Senator took another shot of whiskey and leaned back in his chair. “Don’t worry about the treasure Martinez, I hide it in a safe place. Though you were able to elude assassination by my most trusted assassin, Mr James Dobbs. The FBI are on to you and soon you will be six feet under.”
“Your assassin Mr. Dobbs was apathetic fool my old friend. The only one that is going to die today is your lover, Mrs. Penelope Baggins.”
The senator’s heart was besieged with bitterness and despair as he pleaded, “Please don’t hurt her?”
“She is safe for now Mr. Anderson. Would you like to talk to your lover?”
The Senator could hear the muffled voice of a woman. “Penelope?”
“Yes, that’s right Senator; I have your lover,” I chuckled in a callous tone.
“How do I know that’s Mrs. Penelope Baggins?”
Another long silent moment passed before the Senator heard the soft whisper of his lover, “Jeffery doesn’t pay this scumbag anything.”
The Senator’s body trembled in fear as he finally recognized Penelope’s voice. Vindication and malice swirled in the Senator’s troubled mind as he uttered “Don’t you dare harm her Martinez; I will do whatever you want.”
“I don’t want her. I want you to tell me where the treasure is now?”
The Senator felt like a fly stuck in a spider web as he agonizing over Penelope's impending death.
“I promise Senator, if you tell me where the treasure is, I will spare your lover’s life.”
The Senator quickly paced the room as he considers his option.
“Meet me at the Georgetown waterfront park tomorrow night. Please Mr. Anderson no secret service or FBI agents or your lover is dead.”