The day after the stabbing, Agent McWilliams receives information from many cops on the scene that an altercation and stabbing had occurred shortly before their witness is shot. Witness accounts of the men fighting resemble the two men they have been staking out for the last six weeks.
She goes to the apartment for routine follow up questioning, but once she enters the living space, a feeling of warmth and compassion overwhelms her senses. The positive energies emanating from all who inhabit the premises, envelope her totally and a tear wells in her eye. She then speaks to Zion separately.
“You know who I am don’t you?” she says and takes a seat in the kitchen. “And you understand the difficulties I have faced in trying to obtain incriminating evidence against Mueller and his sycophantic cult.” She adds trying to gage a response from Zion.
“Then our wants and desires are aligned Ms. McWilliams. We want Mueller stopped at all costs, our reasons may not line up as neat as yours, but for the moment we are in agreement.” He says. This intrigues KG who now continues probing the ‘why’ that is sucking all the air out of this meeting.
“Zion I have one professional courtesy to ask.” She says and Zion nods. “Zion what am I missing and why is the apprehension of Mueller so important to you?” she inquires.
“Off the record?” he asks. KG nods.
“Yes Off the record sir.” She responds.
“This is a clever killer and master manipulator. Mueller enjoys the freedoms of our society and utilizes the tools of the sociopath to charm accomplices. They live to please him. This is why developing a case against him has always proved difficult. There is nothing directly tying him to any of the crimes, only a limited and coincidental association with the person or persons caught. This is his true ‘MO’.”
“So what, are we to not subject him to the same scrutiny as any other accomplice or coconspirator? I think not. There has to be a way to connect this scoundrel to these murders. You find it, and I’m all in.” she says but Zion is not moved.
“Our task will become virtually impossible If he is allowed to continue growing his flock and establishing an influential political network.” He says and begins to pace.
“Is that what he is up to? Not too lofty a goal.” She says.
“Then you do not see his infinite and diabolical wisdom. He seeks to replace what man treasures most, his wealth and religion. There is something else, but that does not concern you at the moment.” Zion says then sits opposite of KG. “Can we combine our efforts and work together, within the law of course.” He offers up to KG, sensing that she came to make a similar proposal.
“I thought you would never ask. But my professionalism requires that this be kept off the record, you do understand?” she looks to his eyes for approval and not his words. “Then we do this by the book and I will now consider you and Raheem as ‘CIs’ from this day forward.” She says. Zion looks confused.
“CI.” He asks.
“Confidential Informant is a person that provides crucial information under the direction of an officer of the court.” She smiles back at Zion.
“I see interesting.” He says and heads back into the living room where Raheem has just entered. “Ahhh you are up and about, this is good. We need you walking today to speed up the healing. I suggest you get dressed and join Ms. McWilliams for a walk. The air will do you good and she can fill you in on our arrangement. Off you go.” He says Raheem looks at KG with the same animalistic attraction he had in the bodega, but subdues it because of his girls who are staring at the both of them. KG escorts Raheem outside for a slow walk around the block. When he returns the girls are still looking him up and down.
“What?” he says and eases back to his place on the couch for coffee.
KG checks on the wounded Raheem three times a day every day for a week, before heading back to Quantico to formally brief her superiors. When she returns to the apartment a week later, all are happy to see her, especially Raheem.
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