My Caroline

by Roger Rapel

  Jim sat up in bed as he ate his toast as CA showered to wake up. Then she put on a towel like a turban covering her wet hair. CA drank her by now cool coffee as she nibbled at her toast.

  Jim knew he was going to be on a short fuse so made a suggestion of doing something together, something memorable; not that the trip hadn’t been memorable so far, but he wanted something that CA could look back on. ‘Come on CA what shall we do today? I want something special for you.’ ‘I just love being with you, so anything we do is fine by me, but really, I would rather just go for a bus tour to be close to you, cheesy I know, but that’s all I want to do.’ ‘Well my darling if that’s what you want to do, that’s fine by me.’

  They both got dressed and wrapped up warm for an open top bus tour. They spent the day laughing and joking; although inside CA was feeling sad about the inevitable that would soon happen.

  They finished their sightseeing tour of Washington’s most famous attractions; as the evening began to draw-in the temperature began to plummet as the sun dropped below the horizon. CA snuggled into Jim’s arm as they made their way to one of their favourite restaurants where they ate their fill of steak and baked potato with sour cream. When finished they caught a cab back to Maddys; from there they walked the couple of blocks to CA’s Apartment trying to reduce the overfull feeling from the huge steaks.

  Once in the apartment CA took off her coat then wrapped herself around Jim and said ‘now my darling get ready for the time of your life.’ Jim smiled as could feel her hands undoing his belt as he was being pushed back towards to the bedroom. CA pushed him onto the bed then removed his clothes. Then she stood in front him as she seductively undressed watching as he was getting aroused then she knelt down as she took his length into her parted lips teasing him as her tongue explored his length. The feeling of excitement and desire was building, but CA didn’t care, she knew Jim would please her later. Jim tried to pull away, but she kept hold of his rigid length tasting the excretions then prepared herself. Jim pulled her hair tightly as he moaned loudly saying ‘yes, yes, yes’ as he exploded.

  CA released him as she looked up smiling as she kissed his chest then cuddled next to him. ‘That was superb darling.’ CA smiled as she said ‘my turn soon.’ Jim lay back as he thought how great this was, and then blessed himself as he thought of Jackie.

  CA after a long cuddle moved back down his chest as she kissed her way down and took Jim’s limp member working him till he was rigid then sat astride him as she fulfilled her needs screaming at each orgasm then eventually fell forward onto Jim’s chest as she breathed heavily from the pleasurable exertion. CA was feeling satisfied and happy; all she wanted was Jim to be close to her forever, this was her Nirvana. Her mind wandered off to a log cabin nestled by a lake where Jim was chopping wood as she was holding a baby in her arms with a satisfying contented smile on her face.

  The dream was all it was though, just a passing cloud of wishful thinking; CA knew it would never be; she came back down to earth with a tear forming in her eye. Then she snuggled into Jim’s warm chest as she dozed off satisfied for the moment.

  35

  Vicky and Brian sat opposite one of the men who had been arrested for raping one of the little girls. His solicitor sat beside him with his note book ready and pen poised.

  Vicky began the interview:

  ‘My name is DC Howser and my colleague is DS Booker, your name is?’

  ‘Mr Christian Masterson.’

  ‘You are representing Mr Masterson?’

  The solicitor nodded as he said ‘Mr Franklin of Franklin and Franklin.’

  ‘You Mr Masterson have been arrested and cautioned for the rape and conspiracy to rape a child. Do you understand?’

  Masterson looked at his solicitor, who nodded.

  ‘Yes I understand.’

  ‘Can you tell me why you were at the Gables last night?’

  ‘No comment.’

  ‘You see Mr Masterson your car was parked in the drive of the house, so I presume you drove there, didn’t you?’

  ‘No comment.’

  ‘Were you alone when you drove there or were you driving with someone else in your car?’

  ‘No comment’

  ‘There were also a lot of other people there as well, do you know them?’

  ‘No comment.’

  ‘Now then Mr Masterson, all of these other people will be interviewed as well and will be given the same opportunity as you to give their side of the story. I am only saying that so you understand?’

  ‘No comment.’

  Vicky smiled at him as she saw him squirm at the questions. Franklin just sat impassioned making notes.

  ‘Now Mr Masterson once the people had been arrested the house was fully searched; have a guess what we found, go on have a guess?’

  Franklin interrupted

  ‘It’s not for my client to guess.’

  ‘Just giving him the opportunity to think and comment, but never mind; we found photographs and a video cassette.’

  Vicky was trying to unnerve him.

  ‘Now I will show you the photographs first which only features you at the moment, but then I will show you the others as they have relevance to this investigation are you ready for this?’

  Vicky tilted her head to one side in a cocky, but confident manner.

  ‘Now then Mr Masterson, you see this little girl, how old would you say she is 6 or 7 years old. What a pretty dress she is wearing with her hair in pig tails. Who is she Mr Masterson?’

  ‘No comment.’

  ‘Such a pretty little thing, so innocent isn’t she?’

  ‘No comment.’

  ‘Oh look there’s a woman with no clothes on undressing the little girl I expect for a bath. What do you think?’

  ‘No comment.’

  ‘Oh look Mr Masterson, are you having a bath as well as you have no clothes on either, look have a look. No you weren’t having a bath were you Mr Masterson? You weren’t, were you Mr Masterson?’

  ‘No comment.’

  Vicky then laid out in sequence the photographs

  ‘Look Mr Masterson there you are, look, having sex with that cute little 6 or 7 year old. You are raping her how does that make you feel having sex with a little girl of 6 or 7 years old?’

  Masterson was now broken he sat with tears running down his face his whole life was now in tatters his political career gone, his marriage probably out of the window as well.

  ‘Now then Mr Masterson, about tonight, look here’s a picture from tonight, look you’re having sex with that little girl, she can’t consent to that because of her age that is rape Mr Masterson.’

  ‘I need to speak to my lawyer alone.’

  Brian and Vicky picked up the photos and video then left the interview room.

  After some 10 minutes the door opened as Franklin nodded indicating they had finished.

  ‘Vicky opened up, right Mr Masterson I remind you of the caution and why you are here, you understand?’

  ‘Yes I do.’

  ‘Okay just before the recess I made comment to you about having sex with a minor and informing you that it was rape, do you understand what I said to you?’

  ‘Yes I do.’

  ‘Do you have any response to that allegation?’

  Masterson looked at his lawyer who just nodded.

  ‘I have a statement to make; I have got myself caught up in a situation which I couldn’t get out of. I need to seek medical help for something I have no control over.’

  ‘So Mr Masterson, let’s just backtrack a bit. I showed you the pictures of the little girl in pig tails you remember?’

  Masterson nodded.

  ‘I take it that nod was a yes was it?’

  ‘Yes it was.’

  ‘Okay then let me just confirm that you raped that little girl?’

  Masterson sheepishly said

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Okay now I want you to watch this short video sequence.’

  V
icky nodded to Brian who inserted the video then pressed play.

  ‘Now then Mr Masterson just watch this short sequence.’

  Masterson watched as did the lawyer. The sequence showed another little girl tied up with no clothes on being raped by Masterson as he is kissing a woman at the same time.

  ‘When was that video sequence taken Mr Masterson?’

  ‘I don’t know.’

  ‘You were also raping that little girl as well so now we have three rapes, how many more are there?’

  ‘No more that’s it.’

  ‘Oh I don’t think so Mr Masterson, I think things will get a lot worse. Let me show you.’

  Brian pressed play again then Masterson is seen dancing around the room with the woman he had been kissing while others submitted the girl to other acts of a sexual nature including rape.

  ‘Well Mr Masterson, far from being sad about the situation you found yourself wrapped up in and needing medical help, the way you’re dancing around the room after raping that poor kid looks very much like you were enjoying it; it doesn’t look like you need medical help? You are also arrested for the rape of those other two girls. The caution is the same you understand?’

  ‘Yes I do, but look I’m done, this isn’t what you think, it’s bad I know, but I can offer you a deal, something that could save this country from an embarrassing situation.’

  ‘Are you saying you want a deal?’

  ‘Exactly that, a deal.’

  ‘In return for what?’

  ‘You drop all the charges against me for something massive, something that will blow the secret service wide open.’

  ‘Look Mr Masterson, I have heard all this before, I am in no position to offer deals; my job is to gain the evidence to place you before the court which I now have. I’m not doing anything or making any promises to jeopardise that position, if you have nothing more to say then we will end the interview. I will then formulate the charges?’

  ‘You will be sorry.’

  ‘Be that as it may, it is not my position to make any deals.’

  Masterson then said,

  ‘If you can’t make a deal then get someone here who can.’

  Vicky closed the interview then returned Masterson to his cell. Then she spoke with Langton on the phone about the conversation and the request for a deal. Langton nodded to himself as he knew this wouldn’t be the time or place to say anything to Vicky. But what Masterson didn’t know, Yvonne already had the upper hand. Langton thanked Vicky for the update then dialled Yvonne’s number.

  ‘Hello Yvonne, yes it’s me, things have moved on from earlier. As we thought, Masterson is seeking to do a deal, but we have declined, although he is alleging he can prevent the secret services from being blown wide open.’

  Yvonne thanked Langton and said ‘don’t say anything to Jim as his package is just about to arrive and when it’s snatched we will be in a position to arrest Masterson and the senior member of my staff; then the CIA will be able to take down the Senator in the US. Speak soon, oh by the way will Masterson be out on bail?’ ‘With his background and residence we can hardly object, but he will be put before the court in the morning. Look Yvonne let me clarify something; I thought the American connection relied on a second package being delivered to Jim?’ ‘We move in strange circles and sometimes things change just like a chameleon changes it’s colours to suit the background it finds itself in; so we to have to change and adapt.’ Langton knew he wouldn’t be told the whole truth so left it, he knew how Jim felt at not being told the whole 9 yards. That was it Yvonne put the phone down.

  Langton called Vicky, ‘okay Vicky none of the conversation about Masterson wanting a deal is to be mentioned to Jim, he mustn’t know, as it could affect his work in the States and I mean it Vicky!’ Vicky confirmed she understood the implications.

  The remainder of the interviews by the other members of the team went well with admissions being made, albeit the photographs and video sections did most of the work for them.

  This was going to be a massive court case with prominent names being placed in the dock. All those charged would be hiring top end barristers to defend them, but Vicky knew that none of them would want the pictures and video sequences shown to a jury. The press would have a field day, with innuendos being made regarding films and photographs.

  36

  Rhanjee called Jim ‘I have the package Jim meet me in the foyer of your hotel the day after tomorrow at midday.’ ‘How big is the package?’ ‘It’s a small briefcase.’ ‘What! Is it sealed?’ ‘Yes it is.’ ‘Can I see inside as I have to get through customs I am not taking a sealed item through customs unless I can check the contents first?’ ‘You can have it X-rayed if you’re worried; it’s clear Jim, just documents.’ ‘Okay I will find some way of having it X-rayed; I’ll call you when I can confirm I can have it checked out.’

  Jim called Barney expressing his concern ‘look Barney this could be Semtex or C4 I’m not happy.’ ‘Me neither Jim, but remember it is supposed have the names of suspected double agents so it needs to be kept secure.’

  Jim called Rhanjee, ‘okay midday at the hotel as arranged, but be alone, I’m still not happy about this.’ ‘You worry too much Jim, okay see you then.’

  Unbeknown to Jim, Barney had put Rhanjee under 24 hour surveillance and was monitoring his movements to gain evidence of his associations. Barney needed to prove who he was meeting to build a case watertight enough to have who he was associating with arrested; then he could work on them finding out one way or the other, who was involved with who.

  The surveillance team was watching and monitoring Rhanjee the day before his arranged meeting with Jim. He left the Afghan embassy and caught a cab to a busy café where he sat at a table looking out of the window. It was obvious to the team that he was looking to assess if he was being monitored, but the surveillance team was too professional to be lured into that kind of trap.

  Rhanjee after drinking coffee made his way into a park where he began walking. He was constantly looked around trying to see if anyone was watching or tailing him. One of the team was a fitness fanatic who was dressed in track suit with a bobble hat on. He followed Rhanjee by jogging along a parallel path; stopping to do exercises then jogging-on. Another team member was walking his dog, looking like numerous others walking their dogs in the park. The agent was throwing a ball and waiting for the dog to return it then throwing it again.

  Rhanjee sat on a park bench pretending to read a paper. He turned the pages of the broadsheet newspaper whilst he kept looking at the comings and goings. About ten minute later he was joined by a man wearing a suit with a long dark overcoat on to combat the cold.

  The agent with the dog walked behind the bench as he threw a ball for the dog then shouted fetch boy then he dropped a different tennis ball under the bench. Then he walked off not taking any notice of Rhanjee or who he was meeting.

  The tennis ball was an old worn out one, which had seen better days, but in reality, it was a radio transmitter with a hyper sensitive microphone. An observation van parked on the road within line of sight of the bench began picking up the conversation. Rhanjee’s conversation was coming through loud and clear.

  Then there was a handover of a package about the size of an ‘A4’ envelope from the suited guy to Rhanjee. This was what the team was waiting for; the suited guy shook hands then they parted. The agent with the dog and the jogger followed the suited guy out of the park where another team was waiting to follow him. The suited guy didn’t hang about as he walked briskly towards an office block where he entered and caught a lift to the 3rd floor. One of the surveillance team dressed as a telephone engineer entered and followed the guy to an office which read, James Baxter Private Investigator, specialising in electronic surveillance.

  The telephone number and email address were noted down then the surveillance was concluded.

  The other surveillance unit followed Rhanjee back to the Afghan embassy; once he was inside their work was fin
ished for that day.

  The observation van operatives who had tape recorded the conversation handed the cassette over to Barney.

  Barney sat and listened as the tape was played back:

  James Baxter:

  ‘This is the information I have obtained by various means, it will cause a big upheaval in the CIA.’

  Rhanjee:

  ‘What is the bottom line?’

  James Baxter:

  ‘One of the CIA top field agents has been recorded talking to an MI5 agent about their covert agents in the Middle East and how the Taliban could be used to their advantage by letting them know the agents identity.’

  Rhanjee:

  ‘Are the agent’s names in the package?’

  James Baxter:

  ‘It’s all there everything you require.’

  Rhanjee:

  ‘Your money will be transferred by this afternoon and thank you.

  James Baxter:

  ‘No problem thanks, but be careful this is dangerous, many people would love this information.’

  Barney shook hands with his surveillance agent thanking him for the recording then rubbed his hands together. Barney called Yvonne ‘hi Yvonne all set to go.’ That was it nothing more was said or needed to be said. Yvonne had set the final part of the trap.

  Barney also had what he needed. The information in the package would need to be copied before Jim went to the airport.

  The final part of the operation Barney and Yvonne would synchronise, making sure they acted at the same time so they gained the element of surprise.

  37

  Jim had decided not to call CA; so he met Rhanjee on his own in his hotel. Jim sat in the coffee lounge then he saw Rhanjee arrive they met and shook hands then a small briefcase was handed over. Jim said to Rhanjee, ‘what does this contain, you have got me worried?’ ‘You worry too much, there’s an audio tape, together with a transcribed document; don’t let this out of your sight; Yvonne told me to tell you must carry it independently from your main case and take it on the board the plane as hand luggage.’