Truth Insurrected: The Saint Mary Project by Daniel P. Douglas

Author:Daniel P. Douglas [Douglas, Daniel P.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Geminid Press, LLC.
Published: 2014-10-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 29

The Greater Wichita Dental Association

Nick Ridley finished an uneventful and routine Sunday shift at 11:00 p.m. But given his experience in the desert with Harrison and Holcomb, he was unusually tired, more mentally than physically. Halfway up the steps to his apartment, he stopped and pulled the keys from his coat pocket. A sudden creeping of anxiety writhed its way through his mind and body, causing him to twist around and scan the area behind him.

He saw nothing unusual, but he felt like someone watched him.

Ridley returned his attention to entering the apartment and locking the door behind him. As tired as he felt, he found himself growing increasingly agitated. Stuck, with no clear direction to go, he pulled a business card out of his wallet. “First things first, I guess.” He grabbed the phone and dialed.

The voice mail message from Harrison’s cell phone greeted Ridley.

A faint noise outside, similar to footsteps, tugged Ridley’s attention toward the door. A beep from inside his phone prompted him to speak. “Vegas PD not advised.” He hung up the phone and then stepped toward the door.

A voice inside his head whispered to him. “Relax, it’s nothing.”

In response to the mental scan, Ridley’s eyelids fluttered, and then he stopped in his tracks. “Relax it’s nothing,” he said, convincing himself nothing was wrong.

The internal voice came again. “Relax, and sit.”

Ridley walked into the living room. With each step, he felt tiredness seep ever deeper into his extremities. He plopped into an easy chair feeling as if he had no strength left to hold himself up.

“Just relax. There’s nothing you can do.”

Mindlessly, he picked up the television remote and flipped through the channels. He leaned back and put his feet up on the coffee table.

“That’s it.”

With his mind cleared, he set the remote aside.

“Eric.”

Ridley sighed, and his eyelids fluttered. “Eric, what did you want to tell me? I could have helped. Was it the communications failure? The incident Harrison talked about?”

“Wait, who is he?”

“Private investigator.”

Other questions pulsated through Ridley’s mind. He gave up the answers.

“Tucson. Anonymous informant. Military incident involving advanced hardware. Airman allegedly committed suicide. Don’t know about it. Followed them. Harrison and Holcomb. No, FBI. Out to the desert. Yeah. Flying saucer? Area 51. Escaped. Bag of bones. Don’t know. Back to Tucson. Vegas PD not advised. No. No one else.”

“There’s nothing you can do.”

Ridley’s eyelids stopped fluttering, and he closed his eyes.

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At eight o’clock the next day, while driving to the Tucson International Airport, Harrison informed Holcomb of Ridley’s phone message. Both felt a sense of relief while they went over last-minute details and security precautions. They discussed the case, devised a rudimentary code for telephone calls, and made plans to meet up after Holcomb returned from Wichita. Both agreed that Echo Tango intended the Wichita postmark on the boneyard postcard as a clue to where they may well locate Major Blair’s nonmilitary dental records. They surmised that due to operational security reasons, Echo Tango opted not to broadcast that fact and risk losing the records to Saint Mary’s representatives.

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