The Road to Justice/Sins of the Son combo pack - A John Fowler Novel (John Fowler (Books 1 & 2))

The Road to Justice/Sins of the Son combo pack - A John Fowler Novel (John Fowler (Books 1 & 2)) by David Carner Read Free Book Online

Book: The Road to Justice/Sins of the Son combo pack - A John Fowler Novel (John Fowler (Books 1 & 2)) by David Carner Read Free Book Online
Authors: David Carner
up in the world. ”
    Bruce smiled.  “ I must have impressed several people.  I mean they did give me a section of the office that used to hold three people. ”   Bruce was looking very proud of himself.  John slapped Bruce on the back and started to walk off.  Trip walked out of his office and leaned against the doorframe.  John was counting down in his head and as he reached one, Bruce called out.  John smiled and turned.
    “ John!!  If there ’ s anything I can do to help, you be sure and let me know. ”
    John walked back toward Bruce.  “ You mean like sitting on a week old case for three days to make sure that my crew, excuse me, I ’ m not an employee here anymore, my FRIENDS, have almost no chance to solve. ”   Bruce ’ s smile fell.  “ I don ’ t think I need that type of help at any point in my life. ”
    Bruce drew himself up and stepped right up into John ’ s face.  Trip smiled, if John was 70% of what he used to be, this was going to be all sorts of fun. 
              “ You better watch your step , B oy, ” Bruce said.  There was a veiled threat in the sound of his voice.  John looked amused.  Bruce continued, “ There ’ s a new top dog around here.  Take a good look around. ”   Bruce nodded his head toward his office.
    John gave Bruce his second in the sun, and then decided to bring him back down to Earth.  “ Hey , Bruce, where ’ s your picture with your Dad? ”   Bruce looked confused.  “ You know like the THREE he shot with me for the cases I solved?   You know the ones that he won his campaign with? ”   Bruce looked ready to spit nails.  “ I mean you had three years by yourself to rack up some photo ops and I don ’ t see anything. ”   John started to walk away , but stopped and turned back to Bruce, his voice very soft.
    “ I don ’ t care if you hate my guts, but understand this, if I was the raging alcoholic agent that you painted me out to be, I would still be five times the investigator that you would ever hope to be.  Now if you don ’ t mind, I have a case to help my friends solve.  Why don ’ t you go ahead and call Daddy and see if he wants another photo op with me?   It ’ s sad, you ’ ve yet to realize, that if he didn ’ t take all these pictures with me, he might not get reelected.  If he didn ’ t get reelected, you might not have a job. ”   John held his hand up before Bruce could speak.  “ You see, I know the truth.  You father never asked for you to have a single job in his life.  Washington has always thought that having you as an agent keeps him happy. ”   John dropped his voice down to a whisper.  “ Wouldn ’ t they be shocked if they found out how much your father would enjoy it if you lost your cushy FBI gig? ”
    John turned and walked down the hall, nodding at Trip as he walked by.  Bruce had turned a shade of red that was off the color chart.  He marched into his office and slammed the door.  Bruce ’ s nameplate fell off the door.  Trip laughed.  It was good to have John back. 
    John rounded the corner and there stood Jessica, smiling.
    “ Making friends again, John? ” Jessica asked.
    “ I know I should be the bigger man, but I enjoyed that. ”
    Jessica laughed.  “ We all did , John.  We all did.  Now let me lead you to our offices. ”
    John smiled, “ I know the way to the foxhole, but I will follow you anywhere. ”   Jessica looked surprised by his deduction of the foxhole, but punched his arm for the last comment.  John laughed and started down the stairwell.  Jessica sighed.  She knew one way or another, things were about to change in the agency.

              Interlude
    David George
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 13
    David George walked into the seedy hotel.  He paused for a second trying to remember which alias he had used to rent his room.  He silently chided himself for not having a better plan.  David knew better than not to have a

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