that, she didn’t even look at him when she spoke.
She walked through the doorway after giving him a peck on the cheek. He listened as her Fiat pulled away and sat on the porch with Einstein for five minutes before heading in to teach his first class of the day. Besides Lara’s cold shoulder treatment he was also thinking about Moshe’s phone call in the middle of the night. Of course, Moshe was champing at the bit and Ben knew he wanted the mission to be flawless in its execution, for more than one reason.
Driving to the university on his motorcycle, Ben ran through the details of the pending mission in his mind. It was being planned for Thanksgiving break and would be a quick hit once the details got worked out. And, he knew Moshe was already deeply into that part. The information he gained through the Dark Horse gaming site was that Moshe had been tracking the sixty-five terrorists released by the corrupt president of Afghanistan more than a year ago. Those fanatics who were so casually released had taken months to capture. Ben’s platoon lost lives and limbs incarcerating them.
Ben, himself, had put forth great effort obtaining as much intel as possible from the rats they captured. Yes, the tough jihadis gave up plenty of information once they were in a dark room alone with him. He made them cry like babies. Eventually, the platoon went on to kill other terrorists in the network as a result of the interrogations. However, Moshe’s brother-in-law was one of the casualties, as well as Sam Clark, Ben’s close friend. Thus, both men had deep personal reasons to carry out this mission. But there was a much larger reason: it was the right thing to do .
It would be the biggest terrorist execution done by the Dark Horse Guardians thus far. But even though it sounded logical on paper and in theory, to actually pull it off without getting caught would be nothing short of miraculous. The entire team volunteered to do anything possible to make the mission successful.
A two-week work-up was being planned. Moshe’s unit, plus the SEAL team, and the Dark Horse Guardians would have to live as one, practicing in a mock-up. Moshe’s guys had the buildings replicated. Momentum was building, but Thanksgiving was still a few weeks away. And, he had yet to say a word to Lara. He knew he had to tell her soon, and dreaded her reaction.
He parked his motorcycle and headed toward his office. His cell phone rang and it was Jake Wilson, Ben’s team member in New Hampshire. Jake’s voice cracked, “Hey Chief. Can you talk?
Ben replied, “Yeah, what’s up?”
Jake sputtered, “She just left me. After eight years, she’s gone.” Ben could tell he had been crying.
“Let’s sit down and talk about this,” Ben replied, “We need to get together, right away.”
~ Lara ~
John Maxfield was dutifully waiting in her office at Stone and Associates when Lara arrived.
“I’m sorry to be late, John.” She smiled and the attorney was distracted as he poured a cup of coffee.
“No problem, Lara, I just got here. But, today we need to have a long talk.” His tone sounded ominous and Lara skipped the coffee and sat in the chair across from him.
“What do you mean, John?”
The attorney took a deep breath and started, “I know your first reaction to inheriting Eliot’s estate was to make large charitable donations, but I’m going to advise against doing so…and hope you’ll hear me out.” Lara sat still and listened as Maxfield spoke, sensibly and logically about the economics of her situation.
“First of all, as your appointed representative, I’m responsible to do my fiduciary duty, in other words, to look out for your best interests, financially. I’m advising that you make smaller donations to charitable groups and invest a large portion of the estate in a trust for your future. I know your husband has a security business and there is the possibility that he could die or voluntarily leave you some day. If that