Missy Makes Mayhem (Missy the Werecat Book 5)

by P. G. Allison

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  Alessandra was in her father’s study along with Ben, Billy and Donny. Her father had waited until early evening, giving her a chance to relax and recover from her horrible ordeal, and then had asked her to join them. He gave her an update on how Vinnie had killed himself but Stan and everyone else who had any involvement in her kidnapping had been picked up. Of course, she knew everyone who’d been at the house where they’d been holding her had been killed during her rescue.

  Sal had explained why he’d kept it a big secret about her being kidnapped. And, now that she was safely home again, she really was okay with that. She’d be able to return to school without everyone asking her all about what she might have gone through, possibly even believing things had happened which were a lot more terrible than what she’d actually experienced. Of course, it had been close! She’d never forget having Buck on top of her, knowing she was going to first be raped and then later be killed.

  But, she was glad she didn’t need to be viewed as a victim. She understood how things were. She could relate. She knew her father didn’t want any of the other families or even anyone in his own organization to realize he’d been forced to make war the way he had. So, keeping the secret was really for the best.

  They talked about the war and how her father was now working to settle things, negotiate peace among everyone and end any further attacks. The war had been costly for everyone with no winners. There had been many losses and, like Tommy Muccio, some lives lost. But, once things settled back down, at least her father would still be in control, without any perceived weaknesses. Such was the business he was in.

  She apologized for sneaking out the way she had. She knew her stupidity had led to all that had happened, but her father was completely forgiving and told her not to blame herself. Vinnie and his guys had obviously been planning on grabbing her for quite a while and, as bad as it had all gone down, she had been lucky. Things could have been much worse. He promised he would do lots more to protect her from anything like that ever happening again and asked her to forgive him.

  While she never really thought to ask how he had managed finding her, she did finally bring up the one thing that was still bothering her. She glanced at Billy and Donny and then stared at her father. “How come you’re not asking me more about what happened to that guy Buck? Why do I get the feeling none of you are all that surprised about how he died? I know he was dead. I checked before Billy and Donny broke in.”

  Sal looked at the other men and then at his daughter. “We agree you won’t ever tell anyone about that, Sandy. Right? Not your mother or anyone. Not ever.” He waited for her to agree.

  She could tell there was more. “I promise, Daddy. But …” She really wanted to know whatever it was they knew. She could tell there was something; Donny’s expression was a real giveaway. He obviously knew.

  Sal had considered not telling her but he knew his daughter. She’d be back, again and again, asking questions and trying to figure things out. It was better if she knew. That way, she would keep things secret, just as he was doing. “The person who told us where you were being held, the person who found you … that person is a witch. She has supernatural powers and we believe she was there, protecting you last night.”

  “What?” Sandy was stunned. “But, there’s no such thing as witches … I mean, not for real … you can’t be serious! I know I’m not all grown up yet but …”

  “Oh, I’m serious. I wouldn’t make up something like this. Not after what you went through.” Sal looked to Ben for help.

  Ben said, “Remember how there were all those lightning bolts that hit out here a year ago? You were at school when that happened but you saw all the damage and heard what people said on the news.”

  “Yeah, but … um …” Sandy didn’t know what else to say. She certainly had been shocked, at the time.

  “That was merely a demonstration. That’s what she told us. She also made all the glass along that wall shatter, exploding out. She was standing right over there and made it all happen. Missy McCrea. The witch. Pretty unbelievable, I know, but I can assure you … she’s very real.”

  Sal said, “I’m sure you can appreciate why we don’t want anyone else to know. By that I mean we can’t have anyone thinking we believe in the supernatural. While this Missy is indeed a real witch, we could never prove that if anyone were to challenge us. I mean, how do you prove someone can control lightning? Even now, you are having trouble with this, right?”

  Sandy looked at each of them and could tell they were all being completely earnest. They all believed in this Missy person. “You’re not saying this witch is a friend of yours … she did all that damage! So, why? Why would she help you find me? Why would she protect me? You’re saying she somehow did that to Buck?”

  Sal gave her his cell phone and had her read through all the text messages. That certainly made it clear someone had found out where she was being held and had asked for Sal to send his crew. And, there it was: the promise that no harm would come to her. She looked at her father and said, “How could this witch guarantee my safety like this?” Then, after only a moment’s thought, she added, “How could she do what she did? She picked Buck up and tossed him across the room. She killed him! I still can’t believe that!”

  Ben said, “Would it help if I took you to meet her, Sandy?” He and Sal had discussed this. It had been Ben’s suggestion. He was convinced Missy would agree and he believed it would really help Sandy. After all, it’s not like they were going to arrange for her to see a shrink. Maybe seeing Missy would help her deal with all the trauma. And, it would help convince her not to talk about it to anyone else.

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  Marcia crawled into bed and snuggled up next to her husband Les. They’d had another long day, monitoring all things supernatural at “P” Branch as well as staying tuned into what the New York mob families were all doing. The latest word from various sources was that D’Amato was calling for a truce.

  “Do you really think this crazy mob war will end?”

  Les pulled her into his arms and began some interesting explorations with his hands which, based on past experience, would soon lead to her forgetting all about mob wars and anything else not actually happening right there under the covers. “Hopefully, it will. Until today, there wasn’t much talk of that but now? I’m cautiously optimistic ...”

  “Even though he lost another one of his capos?” she asked. “First it was Muccio and now, Cappiello.”

  “Hey, maybe because he lost those guys. Every so often, these mob bosses seem to need to do some sort of cleansing. Then, they can go back to doing what they always do.” He began rubbing some of her more sensitive areas.

  Marcia said, “Well, that will be nice. Once things quiet down, I’m sure Missy will be pleased … all her friends over at that Roseanne Fund will be safe and … ooh … umm …” She suddenly lost interest in whatever she had been trying to talk about. She could feel his hard erection pressing against her hip and as his hand covered one of her breasts, she focused all her attention on responding to what he was doing.

  Their lovemaking ended all conversation and provided a very nice ending as well for that long day they’d just had.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Oct 31, 2019

  Sami Massallah was in Islamabad, after meeting with some of his operatives there. These were undercover informants inside the Pakistani Taliban group, an organization which traced back to what had formerly been known as Tehrik-i-Taliban Pakistan or TTP.

  That TTP group had been responsible for an attempted bombing in the U.S. several years earlier. Fortunately, detonation of the car bomb had failed during that incident which had then received a lot of media attention. Likewise, the same group had failed in its assassination attempt on a young school girl, an incident which also had received worldwide publicity. Unfortunately, the group had succeeded in numerous of its other terrorist activities.

  Since then, the group had evolved and was now
closely aligned with the Afghan Taliban and al Qaeda extremists and was rumored to have strong links with WIJO. Sami’s informants had confirmed all this and after arranging for his report to be sent back to the CIA by the usual satellite links, through yet another of his Pakistani operatives, he headed over to the airport to board his flight back to Kabul.

  He’d been asked to provide his threat assessment and, after this latest info, he was very concerned about the U.S. Embassy in Pakistan being one of the stops for General Blake’s niece. Captain Grimes had filled him in concerning the planned visits to three embassies. Candace Axtell and her boyfriend Oliver Bessom, one of the witches who had rescued her, would be arriving in Islamabad in exactly four weeks on Thanksgiving Day.

  Colonel Chory, along with several members from Team Twenty-Two, would be accompanying them. The idea was to have them visit the embassy offices and be introduced to as many of the staffers as possible, so Oliver could determine if any of them might be supernaturals.

  This purpose, of course, was only known to those aware supernaturals existed and, “officially”, the purpose was merely so the young couple could enjoy themselves as tourists, with Candace obviously taking advantage of her uncle so they’d receive VIP treatment. After two days, they’d all head over to Kabul where the U.S. Embassy in Afghanistan was located. Then, after another two days, they’d go on to Ankara for the U.S. Embassy in Turkey. These had been chosen over embassies in Iraq, Israel, Syria, or Egypt which had all been considered.

  Sami had been asked to use his sources to assess the threat since it had only been three months since WIJO had been holding Candace hostage and, due to her miraculous escape which had been a huge embarrassment for them, she was obviously a prime target. There wouldn’t be any publicity for this tour, for that reason, but word was sure to get out and the Army would be providing security of the highest order.

  Sami warned that even this high level of security might still not be enough in Pakistan since the Jihadist extremists there would surely be willing to sacrifice themselves and suicide attacks were quite likely. His informants within WIJO and at other groups like this one in Pakistan were all describing a climate of increased hatred with a determination for vengeance. Once they learned about Candace being anywhere within reach, it would be igniting them to drastic actions, for sure.

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  Missy got word from Robert Ulrey that “P” Branch had checked with numerous sources and was satisfied the mob war was truly ended. Sal had deflected accusations he was responsible for starting it and had gotten all the families to agree on ending it. There had been some trades with territories re-distributed and various other compromises made but, finally, everyone had been satisfied and the focus was on getting all their businesses back to being profitable once again.

  The circumstances surrounding the complete massacre of the crew run by Sal’s capo, Vinnie Cappiello, would probably remain a mystery, as would Vinnie’s suicide. He’d left no note and many assumed he’d not wanted to deal with the loss of so many soldiers, whom he’d been responsible for. Failure was never an option for anyone in the mob organization.

  The police and FBI had been chasing around in circles trying to deal with all the bodies and find witnesses willing to testify but those efforts were getting no results and the many investigations would soon end up closed, with no credible evidence leading anywhere. While there had been a few arrests which might lead to convictions, those had all been for lesser crimes. The war had just been so confusing, even the many informants inside the mob had been little help in sorting things out.

  Missy told Robert he could have his FBI buddies up in Boston stop watching over Alice and Mark Mathews. It didn’t seem likely they would be targeted now. The great work Alice was doing with the Roseanne Fund could continue.

  No date had been set yet for when Robert and Connie would have their wedding. They were both more excited about the excellent progress being made with the FBI’s new Psychic Division, which was requiring a lot of effort and traveling but which was helping their relationship more than ever. They’d already had success locating a young girl in Miami. Being able to work on cases where a much higher percentage might turn out okay was what really made the difference for Robert. That, and having Connie participate and assist him in so much of what he was doing now. Yes, their life was good and they’d get re-married again someday. Eventually. Ha, ha.

  Since Connie had kept her married name all this time, the marriage would mainly be a renewal of their vows. They were actually enjoying themselves as though on a second honeymoon and were not interested in stopping that to go plan a wedding.

  Missy no sooner finished talking on the phone to Robert when Mike called. He had been contacted by Ben Marchitto who had called him on a burner phone rather than attempt contact with Missy directly. Would it be possible for Ben to bring Sandy for a visit at West Point on Sunday?

  “Wow, that’s an interesting request! I assume she’s been told I had something to do with her rescue, right?”

  Mike laughed. “Oh, yes! They explained you’re a witch and even told her how you brought down all that lightning a year ago. They didn’t tell her why you did that, however, and Ben asks that you not get into those details. They told her you forced them to establish this Roseanne Fund and are sort of letting her assume that was reason enough for what you did.”

  “Oh, great! I’m the evil witch who blackmailed them?”

  “Basically, yes!” Mike laughed again. “Ben says if you’ll agree, Sal will put an additional five million into the Roseanne Fund. They don’t want Sandy to ever know about the girls you stopped Sal from selling to Brunei but, after the way you saved Sandy? Killing that guy with your magic? They now have to explain that and how you’re somehow involved with them.” Mike laughed. “Ben actually makes it sound like it’s really your fault they have to tell Sandy about you so it’s only right that you help out with their explanation. Sandy has promised to keep everything secret, which might be difficult for her, but Ben thinks if she can actually meet you, that’ll help.”

  Missy laughed at that. “Okay. I sort of see where they have a point. And, I really don’t mind helping Sandy. She’s been through a lot and they probably aren’t letting her talk to anyone. That’s what really is going to be difficult … she needs someone.”

  “Why not ask Alice to help her? She really helped Candy deal with what she went through, right?”

  “Yes and that actually works on several levels, especially if the Roseanne Fund will be getting such a big increase. Great idea, Mike! Let’s see if Alice and Mark might join us down here Sunday afternoon for this.”

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  Charles Winword called the Secretary of Defense and briefed him on what Sami Massallah had reported. It was late, approaching midnight, but they often would call each other that late on secure lines to review sensitive issues.

  The Defense Secretary said, “So, basically, you’re saying no amount of security will be adequate. Once they learn about General Blake’s niece being in Pakistan, the terrorists there will use suicide bombers to succeed at what WIJO failed to accomplish last August.”

  “Yes, the Pakistani Taliban are the greatest threat of all right now, since their leaders are looking to prove their organization can be part of WIJO. It’s practically become a competition over there with each terrorist group trying to establish itself as the one to be feared the most. They’ll have no problem finding volunteers for this.”

  “As if we didn’t already have enough to deal with, now that WIJO is spreading like a deadly virus. I know that’s exactly why General Blake wants one of our supernaturals touring through there, checking if any of these crazy groups have supernaturals on their side. He’s worried about them somehow infiltrating into one of our key embassies.”

  Winword laughed, saying, “That’s because he’s always planning for all the worst case scenarios he can think of and, now that he knows what supnats can do, he’s made it top priority to screen through those p
laces where we might be most vulnerable.”

  “True, but he’s really not willing to risk his niece. This whole thing is due to her wanting to fight back. And, that’s not just because of what happened to her but also because her father was killed by the Taliban. She’s determined to do her part, only in other ways, since she’ll never be a soldier. She wants to help with this so our soldiers who need to do the fighting are better able to cope.”

  “What about her boyfriend, the witch?” asked Winword. “He’s not any soldier.”

  The Defense Secretary had talked at length with General Blake about both Candace and Oliver. “No, but he’s the one who can identify supernaturals and, since that’s what Candace wants him to do, he’s all in. When this embassy tour thing first came up, it was only because they were looking at that as maybe a future career they both might want. You know, becoming embassy staff members. Then, after someone mentioned searching for supnats, Candace really liked that idea. She’s been insisting that her uncle let them do this ever since.”

  “So, you’re saying General Blake isn’t really pushing all that hard for this? Interesting. Of course, if he’s still willing to let them go as planned, he’ll need to do more about their security. I’m providing him with the same Intel as what I’ve just given you and I’ll continue to update all of this with whatever else the CIA can learn.”

  “Good. Make sure you’re also sending everything to Drew Martinson over at “P” Branch. I’m pretty sure that’s who General Blake will contact about increasing security.”

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