“Alright Janet, what’s going on?” Martin said, reentering his study.
“I got a call from Agent Johnson about twenty minutes ago. He tried to contact you but your phone was off. We have a bit of a situation on our hands.”
“Another one? Please don’t tell me Bower escaped again.” Dread filled Martin’s body.
“No. But his father is coming up to Seattle for the trial and, well, let’s just say the apple didn’t fall very far from the tree, if it fell at all.” Janet said.
“What does this have to do with us?”
“Agent Johnson’s exact words were, ‘Hold down the fort, because there’s one hell of a storm coming.’ Bower’s father, Jeremiah Bower Sr., is planning on having it out with Evan for getting his son arrested and hurt.”
“Is everyone from that Bower family insane?”
“Seems that way. The FBI have taken over the case. But at this point the case is being handled by the legal teams in Seattle. Agent Johnson called to warn us, since it doesn’t look like we’ll be getting any outside help on this one.”
“Not that those guys did much to help, so much as complicate matters.” Martin thought.
“Is Bower Sr. here yet?” Martin then asked.
“He said first chance he got, he was getting on a flight and coming out here. That was earlier today.” Janet said.
“Well I want to know the second this son of a bitch crosses the border. We just ended one nightmare, let’s not have another. And do NOT tell the Lawsons until we’re sure there’s a problem. No doubt Evan will go after Bower Sr. as well.” Martin said.
“Should I call Cooper too?”
“Please. But this can all wait until morning. Thanks Janet.” Martin said before saying goodnight. He walked back into the kitchen, where Melissa was waiting nervously.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Bower’s father is coming up for the trial. And he has a few choice words for the Lawsons. Agent Johnson thought it would be prudent to let us know. Since Bower Sr. is apparently just as nuts as his son.”
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To be exact, Jeremiah Bower Sr. was about ten time more insane than his son. He was currently packing a bag, and stashing preparing for the showdown of a lifetime. His closest friend, Jeremy’s godfather, Bruce Peterson, pulled into the driveway, ready to go.
“Hey, you ready to go Jere?”
“Just about. That all you bringing?” Bower Sr. asked, noticing his companions small bag.
“My survival pack has all the essentials.” Bruce said.
Bower shrugged, and continued to angrily stuff this belongings into his pack.
“Easy Jere, calm down. Beating your clothing isn’t going to bring Jeremy home.” Bruce said, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“That little pain in my ass! Why couldn’t he leave well enough alone. Bad enough he went after that good for nothing bitch. Now he’s gone and landed himself in prison.” Bower Sr. grumbled.
“No point in getting upset about that now. Let’s just go to Washington, deal with those damn cops, and give Lawson a piece of our minds.” Bruce said.
“Ya, I’m going to give Evan Lawson more than just a PIECE of my mind. That guy’s been a pain in my side for too long. Damn Navy brat.” Jeremiah growled.
He’d known Evan for years. Not personally, but they’d crossed paths before. Jeremiah was a drill sergeant when Evan came to the US Naval Academy. And later, both sent their kids to the same military academy.
“Funny how things work out like that,” Jeremiah thought. He’d never harbored any ill feelings towards the younger were until Evan’s daughter started seeing his son. That’s when things got ugly.
“Where are they living?” Bruce asked, momentarily distracting Jeremiah from his obsessive and twisted thoughts.
“No clue. But it shouldn’t take us too long to find out.” Jeremiah said confidently.
“Ready to go? We’re hitching a ride with some Army buddies of mine. The plane is leaving in about two hours.”
“Let’s go. I don’t want to waste anytime.” Jeremiah said.
The two men left in Bower’s “borrowed” Humvee. Completely unaware that someone else was watching.