First Son by Brian Jackson

Author:Brian Jackson [Jackson, Brian]
Language: nld
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Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

"So, you absolutely refuse to give me the names of those you

were in contact with about last night's assignment." Malcolm said

with a stern frown.

"That's right, Agent Young."

"I don't understand the reason why."

"Wel now, that would be two fold," Tony Rodriguez began to

explain. "First, I don't like you."

"And second?"

"As I've told you before, the FBI has already contacted me to

inform me that they're on the case. There is absolutely no reason

for you to be conducting your own investigation."

"I see."

"Oh, and another thing. The FBI has asked me to request that

you stop going renegade, which is how they describe you

planning your own clandestine missions. Now, if that is al , Agent

Young, then I have things I'd rather be doing."

Malcolm saw no further course of action than to stand and

remove himself from the Office of the White House Chief of Staff.

Having already made his statement at the police station, there

was nothing left to do but lean back against Tony's door and

brood. Ian was waiting in the hal way to greet him.

"So, what did he say?"

"Basical y, he said that I'm off the case."

"You mean he wouldn't give you the names?"

"He's apparently already given them to the FBI," Malcolm said in disappointment.

"Wel , that just doesn't make sense at al ."

"Actual y, it makes perfect sense. The FBI is in a far position

to investigate these murder attempts than I am," Malcolm

conceded. "We should leave the investigation to the

professionals."

"Great. And what are we supposed to do in the meantime?"

"Wait."

"Wait?"

"Yes, wait."

Taking Ian's hand, Malcolm led him back to his bedroom to

wait. They didn't have to wait long before there was a cal on the

phone. Malcolm answered it, just in case it was Tony changing

his mind.

"Hel o, this is Agent Young. Mother? What are you doing on

this line? You're back from Honduras. And you and dad want to

meet me for lunch."

At hearing this news, Ian began to pace back and forth in

excitement.

"Tel them yes. Tel them yes," Ian instructed while Malcolm

tried to hear what his mother was saying next.

"You're in town? Wel , isn't that wonderful," Malcolm said with a deep frown. "Wel , actual y, I'm quite busy mother."

Without warning, and to his utter shock, Ian snatched the

phone out of Malcolm's hands.

"Malcolm and I would love to have lunch with you and Mr.

Young. Just name the place and time and we'l be there."

Snatching the phone back from Ian, Malcolm made a move as

if to backhand his rambunctious lover.

"Hel o, mom? Who was that, you ask. That was the person that

I'm currently protecting. Yes, he did sound eager to meet you,

didn't he?" Malcolm flipped off an over excited Ian who was

asking for the phone again. "Wel , I suppose I could do that.

Twelve o'clock? Wel , I suppose I could make that time. Where?

Wel let me see."

"Invite them here!" Ian hol ered.

"That? Oh, that was nothing. He just said that I should invite

you here. Why, to the White House. That's right. But mom, we

can't do that. I'm on the job and besides, this is the White House.

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