It's Classified Part 2

Chapter 205-1

It’s Classified

Part 2

 

I didn’t sleep well as I tossed and turned in my sleep, every time I did sleep I woke up in a cold sweat dreaming about being in prison for crimes I didn’t commit or the crimes I did commit to saving lives not just my own but others. I finally gave up and dressed and walked out of the hotel for some fresh air. Mr. Knox was also outside doing the same thing. He smiled when he noticed me. “Can’t sleep either ha?” I nodded and took a seat next to him as we watched the sky and the stars.

I said. “Sorry about the house, it seems everywhere I go trouble follows me?”

He said. “It’s not your fault that your father is an a*****e or those boys wanted to get revenge for embarrassing them and getting them suspended from school. Besides the house is insured, it gives me a chance to find something more suitable for my family; we have outgrown that house. You can not control someone else action only your own.”

It still didn’t make me feel any better as I watched Stringum come out as well and joined us. He said. “What a mess, I go away for a few days and everything starts to unravel. But thanks to our ghostly friend telling me I needed to get my butt here instead of sunning myself and patting myself on the back for a big win; taking down a huge part of the satanic church in Salt Lake thanks to you and Eli.

“You should know your friend Jeff has given us all kinds of leads the last few days, now that we know exactly where to look.” He turned to Mr. Knox and asked. “Have you considered moving to Heber?”

Mr. Knox said. “I can’t say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind, but if you say that the satanic church is thinking about putting roots here. I rather make sure that doesn’t happen.”

Stringum said. “Good man, if I may have proposed an idea that could work for both of us. I am willing to make up the difference that you’re insurance won’t cover, as you know there are some new homes being built near Linda’s place. You pick out a floor plan and a lot where you would like, I’ll see to it that you will be in it before the weeks out. If you do me a little favor by keeping an eye on things regarding the location I have been told that satanic church is thinking of moving in and set up a bases camps not only in Santaquin, but the neighboring towns near here. We will head them off before they can even do it, by taking out their key men, so they couldn’t do much other than being a nuisance.

“Thanks to our boys Eli and Eric, and our team we have gathered some Intel who those key players maybe, and where they are. It might surprise you to learn that several of them are teachers and on the school board, as well as right inside your police station working against us. Those boys that are responsible for the fire have parents that are converts to the satanic church and have been for a very long time. I could have everything you needed to locate them, but I am little limited on manpower at the moment being spread out so thin; until we can train them.

“I was thinking if I could convince you in staying here and put your own team together that you could be instrumental in helping us take them down before they can get a foothold in this neck of the woods so to speak. I have already been in contact with your commander and chief about setting up a task force, but we don’t have a leader as of yet. If you would be interested in the job I am offering. I think you would be quite pleased with the salary and benefits it comes with it.” He wrote down a number on the back of his card. Mr. Knox coughed and Stringum smiled.

Mr. Knox said. “Are you joking, that’s more money I would make in ten years?”

Stringum said. “I never joke when talking business. All I am asking you to do is spearheading and coordinate with your fellow officers in building a task force. I am not asking you to infiltrate the church unless you want too. Knowing what that means, after talking to these boys and their friends. Mr. Kenly has left a very big hole here, and we are looking to find someone willing to fill it. Are you are the man? Or should I look elsewhere?”

He said. “I would have to talk it over with my family, but I think we can work something out.”

Stringum said. “I wouldn’t have a man that didn’t.”

It was long before everyone getting up, no one complained about having to wear the same clothes they had worn yesterday, but Stringum made sure we had something to wear that didn’t smell of smoke. We didn’t ask how he manages to do it knowing how money talks seeing the price tags on the clothes that said ZCMI on them, which stated he gone shopping after hours.  Instead, we had a nice hot breakfast the local Denny’s and watched the limo drive my friends to school in style. My mother offered my car to me, said she wasn’t planning on going to school today, not with everything happening here at home.

They had found my father hiding inside the church house behind a fake wall inside his little cubbyhole on the second floor, with my two sisters sleeping soundly. Waking up wondering how they had found them, again it was Jeff’s doing how they found them so quickly. Like all criminals, they always assume they wouldn’t get caught finding Susan and my father smelling of smoke in their hair; giving the excuse that my father was burning things in the wood-stove down in his basement at my mother’s house. Standing near the burning fire in the stove caused it. 

Unsure if it was a lie or not finding there had been a fire, but it was mostly papers and very little wood, but when they found their clothes inside church dryer they use for baptism after they are done with the clothes; that they had been given tip by some ghostly friend to look there.

The same clothes that neighbors said they were wearing. They tried to say they didn’t belong to them, said we must have planted them, but no one was buying it, so instead, my father and my sister blamed it all on me stating that was me and my friends had set the fire and then left town so we wouldn’t be caught red-handed.

That only worked until Susan and my father had noticed the boys as they pointed their fingers at Susan and my father. Yelling that doesn’t matter because we had left town and we were gone all night. His partner said telling us how it went down. He told my father that only a select few knew about that, and informed him that we didn’t leave town at as diversion tactic. We were at his house all night and the only ones that knew about it were him, and his family. In case someone at the station was a spy and a trader, asked if he would be so kind as to tell him who gave him that information that we had left town.

My father spit in his face and told him to go to straight too hell, and because of that he gets to spend the time in jail cell until our hearing; which was one of the reasons my mother had to go home because Susan had been suspended from school and someone needed to be there with her.

According to my mother, he was burning every picture she had taken of me and Aaron recently and any document that she had regarding my adoption or anything to do with us wanting to burn out our existence including wedding photos, and marriage certificate.

Thinking that it would take time for my mother or anyone to gather copies of the ones he had destroyed. With the understanding, if we couldn’t produce anything for the Judge on Wednesday he would have to rule in my father's favor or postpone it. The other was most likely because he couldn’t afford to let the Judge postpone it, to give us time re-gather the proof my mother or us would need.

He had counted on everything being destroyed in the fire only being a day away from the hearing, but the best part was we had broken the law by leaving town when we're told not too for any reason. Yet he watched that carefully laid plan slip through his fingers when Officer Delaney lied to save our skin. My father was never a smart man, we never keep just one copy of anything, yet it was mostly true. Yet what he didn’t realize was the files we needed weren’t at Knox’s house, they were with my caseworker and our lawyer.

The fire looked worse then it was according Mr. Knox, he told us the house had been destroyed, either by the fire or water damage, but because they were able to get to it in time; telling us that some things survived. That with a little elbow grease and good wash at the laundry, we weren’t as bad off as we thought. He tossed me my backpack that held all my finished homework and books. It was soaked, and singe and burned in places, but all and all it survived the fire. Yet when I finally got the backpack opened I cringed seeing that ink on the pages was almost unreadable, my term papers were basically ruined. I wanted to cry as I emptied my ruined school books and homework on my bed. It would take another week to redo. I didn’t have a week; I didn’t even have a day.

Stringum sifted through the pile and gave me a weak smile and put his arm around me and said. “Everything will be fine.”

I looked at him said. “No it won’t and you know it. I am going to be repeating all those classes and I will never graduate for another year because I didn’t complete the work.”

Stringum said. “Oh I think not, I think if we put our heads together we can come up with a plan. You did the work, and that’s what is most important. I’ll do you solid because did me a solid. I bet by this time tomorrow morning that I and my guys can make this look like it never happened. Its just paper and ink; the knowledge what you gained is up here in that brain of yours,” placing his finger on my forehead.

“Now let me handle it, I have arranged that after you finish with your last two-term finals, that we will leave this mess behind and go home, there is no point of you staying here after the hearing, and your test. Your father has kicked you out of the house… you don’t even have a room any more according to your mother. I think your adoptive parents and your mother would consider that this home visit is over, and there won’t be any more until see the Family Court Judge in two or three weeks.

“Stuff is just stuff, and it all can be replaced. People can’t, and I tend to make sure that nothing like this ever happens again. In fact… tell you the truth I have been waiting a long time to take a stick to your father, and tomorrow I am going to take the gloves off. He will never be able to ever do this to you, your friends or anyone again. He can yell and scream all he wants, but the truth… and I mean all the truth will come out. We should have done this years ago, but we didn’t think your parents had tinker's damn of hope of winning.

“We were overconfident, this time we know what to expect, this will be a day where we take the stand and take home a big win. Besides, I happen to know the judge, being as he is a buddy of mine. We made sure that your father’s lawyer is a rookie, and among the worst ones we could find. I think you will be surprised to see who it is. Now let me take care of this mess while you change into some nice clean clothes I had picked out especially for you. I have a whole day planned that will turn that frown of yours upside down. You leave it to me to handle your father, it will be just like the good old days when he asks where you are and I say none of your damn business.”

The moment I was changed into my new clothes Landan was waiting for me with Mom and Dad down in the lobby with Eli and our wives, all wearing nice clean new clothes. I didn’t dare ask how much they cost, knowing that ZCMI isn't cheap by any means. My mother had taken my car with her and her new dog home. She wanted to go with me to the doctor, but she had her own problems to worry about, like making sure Susan and Becky made their various appointments to there own doctor, and go over a few details with my sisters before they visited with their lawyer.

She wasn’t going to be on my father’s side, not this time. Instead, she would be on our side against him and my sisters. Becky would have too if it wasn’t for my father stating I had tried to rape her many times. Becky had told my father and Susan it was a lie, I never touched her or my friends. We were unsure how that was going to work, but because my father stated that we had raped her she had no choice but sit on his side of the courtroom; until she tells the Judge that she hadn’t been rapped and admits that she has had sex with several boys.

My mother was going to make sure she doesn’t mention Paul or anything with the Cranny’s unless Paul or Jennie was going to. If that happened, my mother would deny everything and she would lose Jennie as a friend, but Jennie had already stated she intend not too mention it, and was planning on sitting on our side of the courtroom with her boys and daughter while Paul sits either with her quietly by not opening his mouth or my father, or doesn’t bother to show up at all, because if he even brought up the charges he was going down for the raping his boys and Becky.

He had three choices drop the charges and sit quietly or go to jail; the third option was not showing up at all. Which would not only be in his best interests, it would dismiss the charges. Yet the problem was I and my friends were already being charged with rape, assault and battery charges by my father, Paul’s charging me and Eli for the same charges as my father would mean trouble, and that was the first thing we had to prove without a doubt that they were false and my father and Susan were only doing it to get rid of me and my brother. We needed a miracle and we needed it now.

It wasn’t long as we pulled up to nice doctor’s office in Payson; while my caseworker was already waiting for me. It didn’t bother me anymore having her go in with me, with my adoptive parents. She knew everything about me, well not everything and she wasn’t all that sure if she wanted to know anymore then that. He was quick and as he examined me he asked quickly stated that I had been raped repeatedly, but she only asked me if had to do with Gloria and if I have had sex with Eli.

I said. “Yes," and she said. “Good enough for me. I don’t need to know the rest considering it none of my business, what you do with your husband and wives. If it isn’t, it considered classified, we have no proof other then the doctor telling me that you have been raped. Yet Mr. Rothwell if I find out that you are responsible for this in any way, I will take Eric out of your care, and terminate the adoption, and have no choice but give him back to his mother until he is 18. I am not happy about the idea of him being a part of this satanic business, but I am a mother.

“Yet if I had a choice to save someone’s life by using my body as a sex object to take down a crime syndicate so others will not be enslaved to them. I would think I would do it, so I, for now, I am willing to look the other way. But you are walking on a very fine edge of child endangerment. Him being married makes so he is untouchable as a minor because gives him and his husband a waves adult status, which makes it so they have the right to make their own decisions as if they were 18 or older according to the laws of this state. Again I have no proof that this rape isn’t connected to satanic church so it will remain so, under the classified report until such time he is no longer a part of it.”

She said turning to leave so I could get dressed. “I’ll wait outside; I don’t need to be here when you examine Eli and their wives. They are not the States responsibility, they are adults. I will inform the Family Court after the hearing tomorrow that. Eric should be removed from the foster care system since he is now considered an adult of 18, is married and able to make his own choices as an adult. Until such time that he becomes a ward of the state again, which I highly doubt because he almost 2 years away from his 18th birthday which he will be considered aged out.  And you and his mother have signed a binding agreement that he will never be placed in another foster home, or group home, he will either live with you or his mother.

“I wish I could say more parents like yourselves have made the same agreements regarding their children, rather having to find homes that are worse then the ones they have left. I wish you luck and I will see to the final details, but if things go well, which I have no doubt they will. We most likely won’t see each other again.” She closed the door, as Eli came in with our wives. Mom and Dad being their temporary guardian remained in the room with us; I stayed because we were married to each other.