A Year to Forget (The Accidental Time Travellers Book 2) (37 page)

Chapter 92

Bobby arrived at his office at 14:00, he had taken far longer at the White House than he had anticipated.  The riots on the streets of Illinois were out of control, but they had managed to arrange a meeting with Martin Luther King, for the following day at 15:00.

He hobbled into his office and saw that Faraday was sitting there waiting for him.  He nodded his greeting and hobbled behind the desk to take his seat.

“What can I do for you Faraday?”

Faraday had an angry look on his face, the last thing Bobby wanted was an argument.  “I want to know why you didn’t tell me about Will raping Jane.”  He barked.

Bobby was taken aback.  “How do you know about that?”

“So it’s true?”

“Yes.”  Bobby conceded.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was going to tell you, but after everything that happened in Cuba, I just thought that maybe he deserved a pass.”

Faraday shook his head in anger.  “That is not your decision to make!” 

Bobby just stared at Faraday, this wasn’t worth arguing about.  “Listen do what you want Faraday, I don’t care if you kill him or not.”

Faraday had turned scarlet at this comment.  “You don’t care?  You don’t care that he raped my wife?”

“Of course I do, but I just don’t want to argue over it.  How did you find out?”

“I want to know how you found out.”  Faraday replied.

Bobby lifted the box of COINTELPRO files from beside his chair, onto the desk.

“Hoover was watching us, he has transcripts of our conversations.  He knew about my life before I went through the wormhole.”  Bobby pulled out the file on Will and slid it across to Faraday. 

Faraday was silent as he looked through the file, Bobby decided to look at his own, he had still not read it all of the way through.  He perused the section about his relationship with Meyer Lansky, his eyes widened as he realised what Lansky had done.

Chapter 93

It was 08:00 on Friday 5
th
December 1969 as Jacob Cohen watched the apartment building.  He was sat in a red Chevrolet Camaro.  Meyer Lansky had given him the tipoff that if he wanted to take both men out in one go, then today would be the day to do it.

He had been sitting in the car since 23:00 the previous night, there was still no sign of James Faraday.  He glanced at his watch, growing slightly restless.  He put on the grey jumper that sat in the passenger seat, he was wearing black trousers and black shoes.

He had been listening to the radio and had heard about the meeting of President Kennedy and Martin Luther King at the White House.  If everything went to plan, Abaddon would be President by the end of the day and the CIA would once again be operational.  Jacob just hoped that Abaddon would keep his promise.

He had made it perfectly clear that Jacob’s name would be cleared, and that he would be appointed as head of the CIA.  He didn’t trust Abaddon if truth be told, but he had no option but to believe him.  It was either do as Abaddon instructed, or live the rest of his life as a fugitive.  Abaddon had been furious following the successful overthrow of Fidel Castro and Jacob had been frightened to return to America.

Out of everyone involved in the plot, Meyer Lansky seemed to be the only man that approved of Jacob’s accidental success in Havana.  Meyer was planning to have a new casino opened in Cuba by the end of the year, he had promised that he would take care of Jacob financially for what he had achieved.

Jacob watched as the curtains in the apartment were opened, the man was not wearing anything on his top half and Jacob saw the scars that covered his body.  He returned his attention to street level and saw the black Lincoln pull up directly in front of the entrance to the building, Jacob was just across the street.

James Faraday stepped out of the car dressed immaculately, in a navy suit and white shirt.  Faraday opened the door to the building and disappeared from view.  Jacob could not help but laugh, revenge would be delightful.  He stepped from his car and hurriedly crossed the street, as he opened the main door he could hear Faraday knocking on Will’s front door.

Jacob moved silently and listened as Will opened the door.

“Faraday?”  Will said in surprise.

“Hello Will.”  Faraday said coldly.

“What’s with the gun?” 

“Let me in.”  Faraday ordered.

Jacob listened as both men went inside, the door was still open.

Jacob removed his revolver and continued up the stairs to the apartment door, he snuck inside and quietly closed the door.  He peaked into the living room and saw Faraday pointing the gun, at a half dressed Will Carter.

“We had a deal Faraday.”  Will tried.

“You raped her you piece of shit!  You gave me your word!  The deal is off!”  Faraday shouted emotionally.

Will didn’t reply, he just stared down the barrel of the gun.

“Goodbye Will.”  Faraday pulled the trigger three times, all of the bullets hitting Will in the chest.  Will fell to the ground and lay motionless in a pool of blood.

Jacob raised his gun and pointed it at Faraday’s head.  He walked slowly into the room and pressed the gun into the back of Faraday’s head.

Faraday jumped, but did not dare to turn around.

Jacob laughed hysterically.  “Remember me?”

Faraday did not respond.

“Toss the gun.”  Jacob ordered.

Faraday tossed the gun in front of him.

“Turn around.”  Jacob chuckled.

As Faraday did turn to face him, the fear was evident in his face, he looked almost ill.

“Have you missed me?”  Jacob laughed again.

Faraday just stared back at the man, he could not believe that he had come this close to getting home, only to fuck everything up.

“On your knees.”  Jacob instructed.

Faraday did as he was told, shaking as he did so.  If only I had listened to Jane, was all that he could think.  He was half a day from the wormhole and he had walked into a trap.  He looked up at Jacob and saw nothing but evil in the man’s face.  His eyes were black as night, his smile sinister.

“I’ve been looking forward to this moment.”  Jacob announced. 

Faraday closed his eye and tried as hard as he could to picture Jane.  The image that came was the one of her in the canoe, just before it capsized in the water.  Her eyes were so perfect, he would be with her once more.

The shots were fired and caused Faraday to jump, he thought he was dead.  But Jane still stared back at him.  He heard the man fall to the ground and opened his eye.

Jacob was lying flat on his back with two bullets in his chest.  Faraday looked around the room in confusion, there was no one else in the apartment.  He struggled to his feet and looked at Will’s motionless body, Faraday’s gun was in his right hand, but he was dead.

Chapter 94

Bobby struggled out of the taxi and stepped onto the sidewalk.  It was 14:45.  He hobbled towards the entrance of the Flamingo Hotel, the building was now fully repaired and was once again open for business.

He hobbled towards the entrance and double checked his holster, it would finally be over.  He went to the reception desk and told the pretty woman why he was here, she told him to have a seat in reception and that Meyer would be down shortly.

Bobby did as he was told, he was glad to be given the chance to take the weight off his hip.  It seemed whenever Bobby was stressed, he was blighted by the agonizing pain in his hip.  His thoughts turned to Sarah Salmond, he would finally pluck up the courage and ask her out, as soon as he had dealt with Lansky.  His old life was over, or it certainly would be by the time that today was done.

A man he didn’t recognise walked over to him, he was tall and broad, and insisted upon searching Bobby.  His gun was removed and he was led towards the elevator.  When they reached the penthouse the doors opened and Bobby was led into a beautiful suite.

He had never been in the penthouse before, it looked incredible.  The floors and surfaces were white marble, and the couches were huge and made from black leather.  By the full length window Meyer Lansky looked down on the strip, he turned and raised his hand to wave at Bobby.

Bobby just stared back, the bastard wouldn’t be waving for much longer.  Bobby hobbled towards the leather couch and took the weight off his hip.  The tall man that had led him to the penthouse, went back into the elevator and disappeared from sight.  Bobby watched as Lansky came over to the couches and sat opposite Bobby.

“This is a pleasant surprise.  I would have thought you would be at the White House?”  Meyer asked, smirking as he spoke.

“I was going to be Meyer.  But I found out what you did.”

“And what would that be?”

“You ordered the car bombing, you sent Jacob Cohen to kill me.  You are his financial backer.”

Meyer didn’t even flinch as Bobby spoke.  “Well I suppose you are half right.”

Bobby was taken aback, he had expected Meyer to lie.  “So you killed Nancy?”

“Jacob Cohen planted the bomb, not me.”

“But you gave the order Meyer.”

Lansky laughed.  “Yes, I suppose I did.”

“You son of a bitch Meyer!”

“I told you that you had it coming Bobby.”

“You didn’t kill me though Meyer, you killed two women and a child.”

“You mean I killed your father and grandmother.”

So Lansky had finally worked it out.  “Who told you?”

“Abaddon Wolf.”

Bobby had not expected that.  “You know Abaddon?”

“He introduced me to Jacob.”  Meyer smiled.

“So Abaddon and you organised everything?”

“Howard Hughes helped.”

“But the plane crashed into your hotel?”

“The insurance paid out and I own the construction company that did the repairs.  Hughes got a nice payment as well.”

“But why?”  Bobby asked, bewildered.

“I cannot speak for the others Bobby, but Abaddon promised me action in Cuba and the chance to get even with you.  Both of which are very appealing.”

“So you are going to kill the Director of the FBI?”

Meyer laughed.  “Your friend Faraday did.”

Bobby was stunned.  “He killed Hoover?”

Meyer nodded.

Bobby had never felt so betrayed in his entire life, he couldn’t understand why Faraday would do such a thing. 

“So it was never David, it was Faraday all along?”  Bobby asked, trying to hide how much it hurt him.

“Wrong again.”  Meyer looked at his watch.  “In fact David is probably in the process of killing Martin Luther King as we speak.”

Bobby felt as though he was going to be sick.  “They wouldn’t do this to me!”  He yelled.

Meyer looked delighted with himself.  “They already have Bobby.  David has been working with us since last December.  Wernher Von Braun, the man that you had arrested and sent to death was completely innocent.  Kennedy will be out of office within the day.”

“Why would he step down?”

“Well it may not look good that Martin Luther King was killed in the President’s office.  We have proof that he faked the Moon landing and I would imagine he would rather step down than let that leak to the public.”

Bobby didn’t reply this time, he felt so foolish.

“As it transpires reaching the Moon at this time is completely impossible.  The Soviets are nowhere near capable and neither are we.  Everyone around you has been lying for months.”

Bobby stared hard at Meyer.  “I’m going to kill you!”  He screamed.

Meyer laughed.  “Luca!”  He yelled.

A door that Bobby presumed led to the master bedroom was opened, and three huge men walked into the living room.  All of the men were carrying guns.

He just watched as they walked over to him, he had nothing left to give.