The Bovine Connection

by Kimberly Thomas

  In the hall, Gail rushed over and took Angelica’s arm softly, causing Angelica to stop and turn. Gail leaned in so no one could hear her. “Is going to the Capital to confront John Kaye really a good idea? Isn’t there another way? Can’t you find a good source to do the dirty work?” Gail lifted Angelica’s arm exposing a blood stained Band-Aid. “And what happened to your arm?” Gail gasped.

  Angelica looked around the room and noticed a few of the other employees watching them. “Probably not, but what the hell, my life’s already in danger… what do I have to lose at this point? My arm, oh, it’s nothing… just an accident.” Angelica quickly pulled her arm away.

  Gail squinted, clearly rattled, and whispered, “I don’t want to lose my dear friend,” before she turned and walked off, leaving Angelica alone and suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

  Angelica glanced around to see that everyone was still watching but trying to act as if they were busy at their desk. Easing her shoulders, she put the file against her chest as she walked down the hall to her office. Once inside she closed the door behind her, then went and sat down at her desk. Angelica opened the file and started to read. The first page was a classified CIA document.

  “Jacque Langston, structural engineer with both military and aerospace applications with the U.S. Government was involved in the construction of twelve underground military bases. In 2005 Jacque Langston was found dead of an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. His death initially ruled a suicide, was later reported by former Nation Security Officer, Alex Harper, to be a military-style execution. Alex Harper is now an independent journalist in San Francisco, California.

  Jacque Langston was earmarked as an extremist. He was under constant surveillance for leaking classified information to the public. Langston was known to openly speak of the 1954 treaty made with the extraterrestrials which stipulated the exchange of technology for testing their implanting techniques on a select group of humans and cattle. Jacque Langston shared with the general public information regarding the extraterrestrials’ decision not to abide by the agreement and the subsequent confrontations that occurred. Jacque Langston was injured during a gunfight that transpired between himself and extraterrestrials at Newton Air force Base’s underground facility during its construction. During that time, other military officials and contracted mine workers were killed.”

  Angelica dropped the document on her desk and put her hand to her mouth. She immediately thought of Matthew and his ransacked house. “Did he know more than he told me?” she thought aloud. Was someone looking for information he had which corroborated the document that was now lying on her desk? Angelica wondered if Matthew knew about the underground ET facility. Angelica wondered how much had he kept from her to protect her?

  Feeling anxious and still irritated at Carl, she stood up and put both hands behind her neck, and began to pace back and forth between her desk and the wall of windows. She wanted to continue reading through the file, but she suddenly remembered Michael was on his way to see her, and would be at her townhouse within the next two hours.

  Angelica felt short of breath as if she were about to have a panic attack and she realized if she didn’t calm down and focus on one task at a time she was not going to be of any help to herself or anyone around her. People had a right to know what she was discovering whether they chose to believe it or not and she had an obligation to get it right. Angelica wondered how many people knew about the Treaty. She turned and looked back at the file lying open on her desk. Standing there, she tapped her fingers anxiously under her bottom lip as she stared at the picture of Jacque Langston. Angelica had another thought. What about his family, did he have children… a wife? Who killed him? Are they the same people that have been threatening her, stealing her computer? Are they the same people that killed Matthew? Will they do the same to her? She wondered anxiously. She felt a tingling and the warm wetness of her tears as they glided down to her cheeks.

  Angelica looked at her purse. She impulsively felt compelled to call Dr. Goolrick and tell him about Matthew. She walked over to her desk and picked up her purse, quickly finding her cell phone. There was a missed text from Michael. “Send your address, just landed.” Stunned he was already in D.C., Angelica quickly sat it back down as if it had burned her hands. She paused and nervously tapped her fingers on the desk. Angelica noticed the time was twenty-two after. She realized she needed to compose herself and get back home. Michael would be at her place soon. She picked up her cell phone and sent him the address and location of her hidden key.

  Angelica decided he could let himself in if he had to… although her vanity still made her twinge at the thought that she might not have time to freshen up before he saw her. Her runny mascara notwithstanding, she decided to call Dr. Goolrick anyway.

  Angelica reached down and pulled his card out from her wallet. As she did so, she accidentally pulled out the ‘The Brown Palace’ cocktail napkin that contained the strange metallic object that she cut from her arm the night before.

  Angelica put her cell phone and his card down on her desk, unfolded the napkin and removed the device. She held it up to the light and studied it. The light bounced off its shiny, smooth surface. A tiny piece of metal… it was rectangular in shape and appeared about a half of an inch long.

  Angelica laid the device down on the napkin and called Dr. Goolrick. “Dr. Walter Goolrick speaking,” he answered business-like.

  “Hello Doctor, Angelica Bradley. Hope I found you well.”

  The doctor sounded surprised. “Well hello, Angelica! Yes, yes, you did.”

  Angelica took a breath. “I hate to have to tell you this… but… Matthew is dead. They originally thought it was a suicide, however the medical examiner has now ruled it a homicide.” Angelica went silent. And for a moment, complete silent seized both of them.

  “Oh no, my God, I can’t believe it… not Matthew! Do you know how?” The doctor waited with heavy breaths.

  Angelica took a deep breath matching his, “He was found hanging by a rope from his upstairs banister. There were apparently signs of a struggle, however.”

  “I must say, I am quite shocked to hear this news… Poor dear… dear Matthew.”

  “I’m wondering if you could help me, Doctor. A curious thing happened the other morning while in Denver, after our dinner. I woke up to find a raised area of skin on my forearm and well, I pushed at it and it seemed to move so… I cut it out,” Angelica said, barely flinching.

  “You cut it out?” Dr. Goolrick blurted.

  “Yes, I cut it out with a razor in the bathroom and it is sitting here on my desk. I’m looking at it now… it appears to be some sort of device made of metal or lead, I believe, but I am no expert.” Angelica felt as if she were stumbling over her words as she became aware of how crazy it must have sounded and she felt suddenly very vulnerable.

  “I would like to see that device. I could meet you wherever you would like. I have a friend with a lab at Georgetown and he had some very sophisticated instruments that could tell us what this thing is made of.”

  “That would be very helpful Doctor. Thank you. When should we meet?” Angelica sounded relieved.

  “Well, let’s see, I will need to free my schedule and call my friend… maybe the day after tomorrow?”

  “That will work out perfectly. Just send me over the details of when and where we should meet when you have worked it out. And thank you again, Doctor. You are already becoming one of the few people I seem to be able to trust right now.”

  “Donec iterum conveniant fratrem!” Dr. Goolrick said in perfect Latin.

  Angelica hesitated, “I’m sorry… I didn’t understand what you just said.”

  “It’s Latin… Till we meet again.”

  Angelica nodded to herself. “Yes, till we meet again, Doctor. Hopefully very soon.”

  Angelica hung up her cell phone and wrapped the device up in the napkin before she carefully put it back in her wallet. She then grabbed the top secr
et documents and shoved them back into the folder. She turned the light off and reluctantly walked out of her office.

  Chapter Forty-Five

  The building lit only by the glow of red exit signs was ominously quiet in the early evening hours. It was after six o’clock and almost everyone had gone home for the evening. Walking through, she noticed the cleaning crew moving a cart out of a storage closet. One of the maintenance men looked over at her and solemnly nodded with a cold and lonely countenance. Angelica shivered and conjured up a quick smile, then hurried down the dim hall to the elevator. She nervously pushed the button several times while impatiently waiting for the doors to open.

  Angelica was startled as a bell sounded and the elevator doors opened. She exhaled a deep breath of relief and stepped into the elevator, hitting the button forcefully, hoping the doors would shut more quickly.

  Once downstairs, she stepped out the front entrance and located her white, five series BMW about thirty feet away in the corner of the nearly empty parking lot.

  Apprehensive, and noticing the sudden sensation of moisture in her armpits, she rushed over to her car. Angelica glanced around to her right and noticed a black Tahoe SUV parked over a few aisles from her car. Unable to make out if there was someone inside the Tahoe, she pushed the unlock button on her remote, and it made a familiar chirp as she walked briskly and confidently over to her car.

  Angelica quickly opened her door and tossed her purse, laptop and the file onto the black leather passenger seat, then started the engine.

  As she began to back out of the parking space, she looked in her rearview mirror and that’s when she saw him. Angelica caught a glimpse of a man’s face inside the Tahoe and recognized him immediately as the same man from the Apple store in Denver. Her heart sank as the sensation of fear moved through her body.

  Angelica pulled out, squealing the tires, while she willed herself to not look back. All she was focused on at that moment was getting out of the parking lot as quickly as she possibly could. She turned the steering wheel fast to the right as her car began to slide towards one of the cement poles. She felt the collision of her left rear door and the pole as her BMW scraped past the narrow space. She slammed down hard on the gas as she approached the exit. Squinting, she sped towards the closed gate. There was no time to stop and use her key card to let the long barrier lift up to let her out. The BMW slammed into the barrier and it was no match for the speed and weight of the car as it broke into three splintered pieces. Sparks flew from the undercarriage as Angelica’s BMW landed hard onto the asphalt and safely out of the parking lot and onto Hayes Street.

  Angelica sped past The Washington Post right before she turned onto Jefferson Davis Highway. Angelica stepped on the gas harder, speeding down the interstate towards her townhouse, while every few seconds continuing to glance up at her rearview mirror looking for the Tahoe.

  Angelica rounded the corner and onto her street. In the distance she could see her porch lights emitting an ambient golden glow. As she slowly pulled up to the curve in front of her townhouse, she glanced in her rearview mirror. His Tahoe was nowhere in sight. Did she loose him? “What did it matter?” she thought. “If these people know my middle name, they probably know where I live.” That immediate thought made her blood curdle.

  Angelica turned off the headlights and sat motionless as she let the car continue to idle. She looked up the walkway and surveyed the surrounding hedges. What was only a week ago her safe haven had now become a maze of potential threats and horror. She hesitated for a moment and considered going to a hotel. But she couldn’t. This was her home and she would be damned if anyone would prevent her from sleeping in her own bed. She made a mental note to buy a gun. The baseball bat she had tucked away under her bed would do her no good right now. Angelica remembered she did have a small black canister of pepper spray that she kept in her glove compartment. She was supposed to attach it to her key ring but it was too bulky and looked ugly.

  Angelica opened the glove compartment and pulled the canister out. Holding it in her right hand and her keys in her left, she turned off her car and gingerly opened her door. She grabbed her purse, laptop and files from the passenger seat and wedged them under her arm.

  As she made her way to the front door, she turned her head from side to side anticipating at any second, someone jumping out of the shadows. Safely on her porch, she put the key in and turned the lock, pushing the door open with her left shoulder. She held the pepper spray in front of her as she walked into the foyer.

  Angelica stopped breathing as she immediately noticed a light on in the kitchen. She was positive she had turned all the lights off before she left and the sudden realization that someone may be in the house was more than she could take. She felt like a small, vulnerable child whose parents had suddenly left her alone with no warning. She mustered every last ounce of courage and resolve and screamed, “Who the hell is there? I have a gun!” Suddenly she heard a rattling in the kitchen as a shadow of a male figure moved into view from in front of the refrigerator.

  Michael stepped out of the kitchen with two glasses of red wine. “Well, hello there, beautiful… You can put your gun away… hope you like your wine robust.” He smiled seductively.

  Angelica leaned over and softly dropped her keys, file, laptop and mace to the floor. She twisted one arm around to push the door shut behind her and then turned the deadbolt. Angelica was pale and her whole body was trembling uncontrollably as she looked at Michael.

  “Everything okay, Angelica?” he uttered as he turned and placed the glasses down on the counter beside him, rushed over and grabbed her, pulling her head into his chest.

  Angelica started to cry. Then the cry turned into a sob. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you,” she whispered as she looked up at Michael with a red face, wet with tears.

  “I’m here, sweetie, you’re safe… What has happened, baby?” Michael asked as he put both palms to her cheeks directing her eyes to meet his.

  “I’m being followed. This man in a black hoodie… I saw him again at the mall in Denver, after Yellowstone Regional, and just now he was sitting in a black Tahoe SUV in the parking lot of the my building… My car’s a wreck. I had to lose him. I’m scared Michael,” she stuttered, as tears ran into her mouth. She opened her lips, trying to catch a breath between each word.

  Michael examined her face with sensitive eyes. She was a woman-child. The presence of a frightened, broken little girl was still dwelling inside of her wanting to feel safe, and on occasion, when Angelica dropped her protective armor, the child emerged.

  Michael softly nudged Angelica to step away as he opened the front door to the townhouse. He stepped out cautiously and looked around. There were a few cars parked along the curb, but no black Tahoe. He stepped back in the foyer and shut the door, then turned the deadbolt, pulling at the door to double check that it locked.

  Taking Angelica’s hand, he led her into the living room and sat her down on her white sofa. She griped her knees. Michael noticed that Angelica’s mind appeared to be somewhere else. With a wet face, she sat with a blank stare.

  Michael dropped his shoulders and slowly walked into the kitchen and retrieved the wine glasses from the granite countertop, then walked through the other side of the kitchen into the living room. “You need this, trust me… it will help.”

  Angelica looked up with red eyes and smiled. “Yes, I certainly do, thank you.”

  Michael handed her a wine glass and sat down beside her on the sofa.

  “Do you think I should stop… walk away from the story, Michael?” she asked as she looked intensely into his eyes, examining his expression.

  Michael lowered his head as he spoke… “I want you to stop… I don’t want anything to happen to you. However, something tells me you aren’t going to.” He smiled, but she sensed his fear behind the fake smile.

  “You know, it seems like I always lose those I care for… I don’t want to lose you. Let me help you, Angelica.”


  Angelica’s face softened. “You being here in D.C. helps me.”

  Michael couldn’t hold it in any longer. He put his glass down on the coffee table. “What are you going to do when you realize no one wants to know the truth?” Michael’s tone was harsh.

  Stunned, Angelica moved back on the sofa, away from Michael. Her mouth dropped open. “What do you mean? Why would people not want to know the truth?”

  The air in room felt stuffy. Michael stood up, walked over, and opened the patio door, before stepping out, he turned around and said, “I’m sorry.”

  Angelica sat on the sofa for a moment, shocked, still peering in the direction Michael was standing, confused by his outburst.

  Angelica finally stood up, and with her wine in her hand, she stepped out onto the patio. The evening sky was a mixture of dark shades of grey and blue. The ripples in the cloud clusters were lit up by the moon as they moved steadily in front of it.

  Angelica stopped just outside the door to admire Michael’s silhouette while he peered out into the distance at the short buildings. She walked up behind him, leaning around to sit her wine glass on the ledge and then she put both arms around Michael’s firm waist. “Let’s not talk about the story. I’ve thought about the evening at your ranch, often, since I left Elberton. It’s been my first thought before I fall asleep,” she revealed softly.

  Michael turned around, his eyes soulful and deep. “I do apologize for sounding harsh. I just don’t want you to get in over your head, beautiful. I don’t want anything to happen to you; missing you is the slowest possibly way I could die.”

  Angelica looked into his sensual hazel eyes as he spoke. His face lit up by the moon. “I’ll take on the world for you if I have to,” he whispered softly as he raised his hand to her cheek and rubbed it gently with his thumb.

  Angelica smiled. “That is sweet,” she whispered, “but it’s the little things that make a woman love you.” She winked and smiled sincerely.