An unexpected and violent encounter with Robert Best, the Prince of Darkness:
Peter Highfield, personal assistant and security guard for Ann and Michael Lockwood, guided the Mercedes Benz through traffic for the short ride back to Ann’s downtown estate. Pulling the sleek sedan into the underground parking complex below the massive condo, Peter made his way up to his office quarters, which was part of the 7500 square foot residence. He had work to do that he wanted to complete before going back to the airport to pick up Ann and Michael. She had instructed him to use his contacts to do a complete work-up on the American music superstar, Connor Asker. She wanted to know everything about him, including his age, where he was born, where he was raised, and a full intel package. Peter felt like he was planning the assassination protocol for a foreign dignitary. What was all the interest in these young music stars anyway? Last week, she had had him research Chloë McClosky from Ireland.
Finding any information on McClosky proved more difficult than he had anticipated, but through his contacts in the Garda, he was able to dig up some interesting facts. He learned that Chloë’s birth parents had been viciously murdered and that the baby had been placed in the care of the Roman Catholic Church. A Father Thomas O’Sullivan had overseen her care through Sister Beatrice McGarrigle, who was assigned by Father O’Sullivan to raise Chloë. The girl was now fifteen years old, a very accomplished singer and very well known in her native country. Outside of Ireland, she was relatively unknown.
He entered the massive condo through his own private entrance, which led directly into his living area and office. Entering his office, he threw his jacket and keys on the coat rack as he made his way to his desk and the work he needed to get done. To obtain the information he needed on Asker, he would reach out to a contact in the U.S. Secret Service whom he had met almost seven years ago, when he was stationed in the British MI5. Assigned to the Prime Minister’s security detail at the G8 Summit in the United States, Peter was briefed by the Secret Service agent regarding all aspects of the security measures in place for the Summit site in the State of Georgia. A friendship had developed between the two of them that had lasted ever since. It had been awhile since they last spoke, but he hoped he hadn’t yet retired. He picked up the phone and was about to dial, when a voice behind him almost made him jump out of his skin.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Highfield, you look like you were about to start working on something important.”
Years of training in highly stressful conditions hardly prepares you for a completely unsuspecting surprise shock. Training does, however, give you the tools to recover in mere seconds with a clear mind to react to that shock. Peter already had his Glock 9mm pistol shoulder high and aimed at the stranger dressed in a business suit sitting casually on the couch at the far end of his office. “You have ten seconds to tell me who the fuck you are and what you are doing in my office.”
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