CIA: Donovan

Part 3

CIA Headquarters, Langley

“Happy Monday, Mr. Bond!” laughed Mary as Frank walked in to Director Tenent’s office, the floor above his. “Have a look at your new bride”, she said cheerfully handing him a photo of Marisca walking in the building that morning.

“Does Security take photos of everyone? Or just the sexy ones?” he chuckled looking at his wife as she was being checked through security.

“They always pay extra special attention to Marisca. She’s beautiful but she. You know, dresses differently!” Mary remarked. “All that leather. And I thought you said she was out buying clothes to fit in more! What’s with the fur coat?”

“I know! At least it’s fake”, he remarked of the full length Chinchilla coat she wore in the picture. “QVC, only $180! She’s respecting my views about fur.”

“That’s unbelievable! Maybe there is hope for her. Anyway, congratulations on your marriage, Frank” exclaimed Mary. “Director Tenent and the Secretary are in his executive dining room. You’re ten minutes early, which is good. Secretary Ridge likes people who are early.”

“Then I’d better get over there so I can impress the hell out of him” chuckled Donovan. “Can you do me a favor, Moneypenny? Could you arrange a dozen red roses to be delivered to Marisca this morning? I want her to have them on her first day. No card though.”

Director Tenent and the Secretary of Homeland Security, Tom Ridge sat waiting for Frank to arrive. Tom had been in Vietnam with George and Frank’s Father. He had met the two chess buddies on leave in Hong Kong and subsequently others that Tom joined. But after the war his journey took a different direction, going in to law and private practice then ultimately Governor of his state. Now he was George Bush’s personal assistant in a new cabinet position that had been created after September 11th to fight terrorism. He was the ultimate authority over the CIA, FBI and other agencies concerned in this ongoing process of detecting and eliminating any terrorism targeted at America. Tom had come that morning to meet Frank Donovan and extend to him the President’s and his thanks for some recent work he had done to track down a group of Muslims in Malaysia that were an essential part of planning the attack on the World Trade Center and their arrested the Wednesday before. Also, his placement of two counter operatives in Korea resulting in intelligence information about covert operations that were being planned by Mainland China of which President Bush eluded to during his State of the Union address. The reaction from the Chinese the day after Bush’s speech condemning the America President’s improper statement about Korea only confirmed to them there was indeed a threat in that area.

“Are you ever going to let your new Director know you and Bill have been playing him like a chess piece?” laughed Secretary Ridge. “And his new wife?”

“You’ve got to kidding, Tom! If those two ever found out Bill and I were playing matchmaker! Well, I honestly don’t know what would happen!” laughed George. “I’m still amazed how easily I got them married at my place on Saturday. Which reminds me I have to call Bill Donovan and tell him ‘checkmate.”

Bill Donovan had met Marisca in South Africa right before she did her job at De Beers. He was vacationing with Frank’s Mother in Sun City when George called him saying he had to see this woman. That she was the perfect match for his son whom his parents were worried would never get married. And George was correct Bill said to himself, when he watched her from a distance then finally met her on the sly. Marisca had been sent to South Africa to steel a major portion of De Beers’ gems to cause a large enough dent in the country’s economy, as they were their biggest company. This was to prevent that government from using other monetary resources, according to CIA information, for new apartheid movements. And being the competitors George and Bill were they started another game of chess. Only this time they played on the same side against Frank and Marisca, carefully watching and orchestrating with the ultimate goal of getting them married. George and Bill knew the two were too much alike not to belong together. They also knew if they did not take matters in their own hands they would never meet. They started a plan to get Marisca on American soil by having her infiltrate Nasdaq and their president who was of Russian decent and who had been instrumental in courting major drug lords to invest their money. Marisca stole their money and in the process got the president of Nasdaq out in the open. He was found dead the week after in South America. George had via his friend, the FBI Director, assign Frank to go after Marisca knowing she would get away and knowing Frank would still go after her as he did not like losing. George and Bill sat back to see what would happen. Frank and Marisca made their moves then George and Bill, their counter moves. They had just not expected the business with Henning but that had proven useful in their ploys none-the-less.

Marisca had a busy morning going to Security first to get her new ID and photo, then Human Resources to fill out her tax forms and a brief talk with Director Carlton of Intelligence. She was then handed over to her immediate supervisor, Tim Black whom she had worked directly with on her semi-annual visits to Langley when she was a counter operative. Then her visits were restricted and she only passed over information to Tim who had the highest Security clearance for such matters. Others knew her or saw her walking around but as she had said to Frank, they knew little if anything about her position there. By ten she was shown her cubbyhole office. Standard issue to workers there who had a high enough rank to merit one but it was fine for Marisca. The office she used before when she was at Langley was no different. And she had not expected this one to be either.

“Dr. Vanius, this is Karen. She’ll be your secretary”, stated Tim as the younger woman came in looking way too pretty and cheerful for her liking.

“Actually, I’d prefer a male secretary Tim. No offense Karen but you’re a little too perky for me” Marisca replied always cutting to the chase which Tim liked.

“Sorry Karen! Back to the secretarial pool for you” Tim laughed and the girl went off in a huff. “I think I’m going to enjoy having you work here! Everyone’s usually so dull. No Jack Ryan’s here!”

“Should I know that name?” she inquired, it sounded familiar to her then Marisca remembered. “Oh! That CIA analyst Harrison Ford played! Yeah, he sure saw a lot of action. Anyway, I hope you don’t mind me wanting a guy as a secretary. I’m opposed to women always being shoved in that slot, so I’d like someone different. Ok?”

“Sure, I know the perfect one, too” Tim replied as one of the other secretaries brought a beautiful crystal vase with a dozen red roses. “Roses? Nice.”

“Thanks” she said to the woman after they were placed carefully on her desk.

They both looked at the flowers thinking the same thing that there was no card. Marisca knew they were from Frank, Tim did not nor he did not inquire. Instead he gave Marisca a briefing on a project he was assigning her in one of her areas of expertise, the Chinese. He had gotten a directive from Director Donovan regarding Korea and now with the information they were being fed from his counter operatives it needed to be analyzed. That was their job that went much further then what Statisticians did originally, taking census data and analyzing it. In this venue they went further in the use of Probability and its application in forming scenarios for covert operations and in this case operations for Korea. There were more functions of a Statistician but this was Marisca’s specialty and the reason she was highly respected by Tim Black and the few others that she had worked indirectly with. She could come up with her own plans as an operative, very quickly when it was necessary in the field when she had no help from headquarters.

“He looks familiar” Marisca said to Tim, pointing out Dr. Meyer.

“Isaac Meyer. He went to MIT almost the same time you did. You probably saw him on campus, Marisca” Tim replied. “I can’t believe all these years we’ve worked together that you had a Ph.D. From MIT and Harvard no less! Anyway, don’t let Dr. Meyer get to you. He’s an odd one. Kind of like that Russell Crowe character in Beautiful Mind. Did you see that? Good movie!”

“Yeah, I saw it a couple weeks ago. At least Russell Crowe’s a hunk” she said as they watched Meyer. “Well, I’d better get cracking!”

“Ok, Marisca. Welcome aboard again. I’ll have your secretary in a half hour or so” exclaimed Tim. “If you need anything let me know. And when you leave for lunch or the ladies room be sure to lock your office. Standard procedure for SA10’s and up.”

Isaac Meyer was walking in and out of his office mumbling to himself. He was waiting for Tim Black to leave Marisca Vanius’s office so he could speak to her. When they had gotten the word a new Senior Analyst from MIT was joining the staff he looked her up on the database from his alma mater. Frank had been thorough in having old college pictures of Marisca placed on the site for alumni of MIT and Harvard. Isaac read about Marisca Vanius and that she had gotten her Ph.D. in 84 a year after his. In his strange mind he had convinced himself he had even had a conversation with Marisca during their time at MIT. Now Tim Black left her office that was across from Isaac’s so he made his way over.

“Dr. Vanius” he said meekly. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Marisca looked up as she sat behind her desk. She had been aware he was pacing outside trying to get in to see her. Now the 45 year-old stood in front of her. Marisca could see the herringbone pattern of his suit and the plaid shirt that remarkably worked well together. He might be a screwball she thought to herself but at least he was a well- dressed one. And he was nervous as his eyes were darting, looking over his shoulder as if he was watching for someone to walk in and see them.

“Dr. Meyer. Hi” she replied getting up to shake his hand. “MIT? Right?”

“Yes. You probably don’t remember but we spoke a few times. I was there the same time you were. We talked one time about central tendency” he stated as a matter of fact. “I also just read your dissertation on Higher Statistics and its application via Inference and Estimation theories. And your work from Harvard on Linguistic history in pre-Czarist Russia.”

“You have been busy”, she laughed motioning for him to sit in one of the two chairs in front of her desk. “Yeah, I remember talking with you Isaac. Just call me Marisca.”

Frank had Monica formulate some beautiful works of art in those two dissertations, taking the one about Linguistics from an old publication that would never be tracked down. The one from MIT was more recent as was the subject matter that was from a doctorate student overseas, which she had translated. Another source that no one would track down, as Ph.D. dissertations there were not as readily available to the public.

“Marisca. I always liked that name. I’m glad you’re here, too” he stuttered out as he reached behind to grab the door and slam it shut. “I know you’re Director Donovan’s wife. Director Martin told yesterday. He also told me to watch out for you. That you’re investigating me.”

“I’m listening. What else did he tell you?” Marisca sat there, not prepared for this little confession of his.

“I’m afraid of him. But I’m more afraid of ending up dead like Director Donovan’s daughter” Isaac stated.

Marisca could not believe her luck in this situation. She sat back wanting to get her husband on the phone and rush him down there but she remained cool and calm.

“Did he kill Jennifer?” she asked point blank.

“No, but he was indirectly involved. And I’m afraid so am I” the man shook his head. “He’s been keeping a girl that works at the Israeli Embassy. Susan Levine. I dated her a few times. Actually, I ended up paying her so I guess they weren’t dates per se. Anyway, Susan’s an Israeli national and you know how the Agency is against having relationships with anyone who’s not American? So he sneaks around so he can see her. On one of our dates I overheard her talking to someone in Hebrew about a Jennifer, a teenage daughter of an Israeli that worked for us. That Martin had given her the information for that and he was still cooperative because he hated Frank Donovan. But I knew the way she was talking Martin wasn’t involved.”

“Ok, so how did Martin know you knew about him and this Susan?” Marisca questioned.

“I confronted him finally, yesterday. Susan moved last month and I couldn’t find her so I hired a PI. He called me with her address and I went over Saturday to talk to her and see what I could find out” Isaac replied. “She wasn’t really surprised to see me show up at her door and we ended up just going to bed and me leaving right away. She’s just got this power over you and I think that’s what’s happened with Martin. I don’t think he has been doing any of this intentionally. I think he’s just too blinded by love. But yesterday I went over to his house and confronted him. Told him I knew everything and he started jumping all over me. He told me you and Director Donovan just got married and you were watching me. I figured it was true when that black woman was trying to get to know me. Women just don’t do that. Anyway, Martin said if I didn’t keep my mouth shut I’d probably end up dead.”

“That’s an interesting story, Isaac. So what do you want to do now? You’re obviously not heeding Martin’s warning” Marisca questioned, not volunteering any information on her part.

“I want to stay working here but I want some protection. For myself physically and also if this gets out in the open, I don’t want to go to jail for something I wasn’t a part of” Dr. Meyer responded. “Can you help me?”

“I’ll talk to Director Donovan then I’ll get back to you. I’d suggest you get back to work and not approach me any more. I’ll come to you next” she answered and he nodded, got up and left quickly.

Marisca had been prepared to go through a song and dance routine with this Isaac Meyer but she was relieved that things had unfolded in an easier manner. Or was it too easy confessing all this that first morning? She called Frank’s cell but had to leave a message and an hour later he came walking through her open office door with Rexy on his leash.

“Hi! We were out for a walk when you called. I left my cell in my desk to recharge so I just got your message, honey” Frank greeted her as he brought Rexy up for a pet.

“Hi, sweetie pie. Did you have a nice walk, Rexy?” she said to the puppy as she rubbed his ears. “Hi to you, too!” she said now to Frank as he went and sat down. “How do you like my cubbyhole?”

“Standard issue, what else. You can jazz it up a bit. Make it homey like Martha would” he chuckled in return. “So what’s going on? Does everyone know we’re married?”

“Just Martin and now this Meyer guy. He’s an odd one. I wanted you to come down and have a look at him”, Marisca said. “I’m also going to have Cody do a sweep of our place again. Dr. Meyer said Martin told him we were married yesterday when they spoke. But anyway, he ran in here an hour ago and confessed everything he knew.”

“Did you check this place for bugs?” he said before she continued and Marisca nodded.

Marisca told Frank exactly what Isaac Meyer had said. Frank had entertained the possibility of someone in Israel or a Palestinian going after his daughter and him but now this new information confirmed it. They would do a more thorough check on Susan Levine and see where her loyalties ran, pro-Israeli or Arab. For now Frank suggested to Marisca that she have Isaac arrange some meeting in public so that she could observe the girl close up. He would then personally question Meyer after he got Marisca’s opinion on this Susan Levine. Frank would also make some phones calls to his associates in Israeli Intelligence and see if he could get any additional information.

“Thanks for the roses, baby”, she finally said. “These are the first you’ve ever sent me.”

“Long overdue. I’ll have an arrangement sent for your desk every Monday. They have a florist that brings each Director one but I could care less. You can enjoy them for me” he replied. “Is that your secretary?” he asked turning around when he heard a rather effeminate voice booming through the window and closed door.

“I guess so” she replied waving for the young man about twenty-five to enter which he did immediately. “Hi, are you from the pool?”

“Yes, Dr. Vanius. I’m Thierry Fallet” he replied in an accent she did not recognize.

“This is Director Donovan, my husband” Marisca said introducing Frank for the first time as her husband. “And Rexy Donovan our new puppy. You’ll be seeing them a lot. Anyway, get whatever supplies you need and we’ll get down to work after lunch.”

“Yes, Ma’am. A pleasure meeting you Director” Thierry responded then left quickly.

“Don’t you dare say anything about him being gay, Frank” Marisca knew he was about to say something. “I respect everyone’s choice in their sexual preference and so does the CIA.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything! I’m just glad he’s not some hot stud that would go after you. That’s all!” Frank laughed. “Now that you’re all mine I don’t need any competition. I’d better get going. Ready Rexy? Call me when you know something more definite about tonight.”

“Ok. I’ll walk you out. Take a look at Meyer in his office as we pass by it. It’s the one just across the way” she replied getting up, taking his hand and strolling out the door.

“Definitely an odd ball” he remarked as he glanced at Meyer sitting behind his desk talking to himself.

Everyone in the massive room of offices and secretarial areas that made up the Senior Analyst Department stopped to watch the couple walk hand in hand out to the hallway. They observed them kiss each other briefly then looked away when Marisca came walking back in towards them. She knew they were all curious and there was no point in hiding the fact that she and Frank were married now. Isaac was anxiously waiting to be informed what was going to happen so she went to his office and asked him to arrange that evening to meet Susan Levine at Georgetown Pub for drinks. He would take Marisca up to get her car then they would go back over to the pub for him to meet the woman. Marisca would sit discretely to the side and listen to their conversation. That was easily done, Isaac reported two hours later so they would leave at five to make the trip up north to D.C.

“I took the liberty of getting Rexy a dog tag, Mrs. Donovan”, stated Thierry at the end of the day. He handed it to her. “I put Rexy Donovan on it and your husband’s number here if he gets lost.”

“That’s great, Thierry! Thanks! I hope I didn’t put you through your paces too much today?” she laughed, as they had been very busy that afternoon.

“No, not at all. I enjoyed working with you. I’ve wanted to be in a department where there’s some action. Anyway, I was thinking I’d scout around and look for some things to make your office nicer” Thierry exclaimed. “I know you’re busy and I have time after hours. Just giver me a hint what you like.”

“I’ll do even better, Thierry. I’ll take you to lunch tomorrow then we’ll go shopping. I’ve put in one full day at the office. I need a break” Marisca laughed never having a job where she had regular hours. “I don’t think at this point anyone’s going to fire me for taking off.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right Mrs. Donovan” he replied.

“Just call me Marisca”, she answered and he nodded.

It was that start of a very important friendship that day between the two of them. Barry, Marisca’s other friend at the Agency got back in to town that afternoon and would start surveillance of Director Martin after work hours. Cody could do so much and it had not been possible to place bugs directly on Martin, Susan or even Isaac. Tonight Marisca would get a bug on her, one sophisticated enough not to be detected when she went through security at her embassy. By five she and Isaac were in his Volvo driving up to D.C. just making it to the Mercedes dealership before they closed at seven. Jake was still following at a distance as they all made their way to the pub that was just down the street from the Hyatt Park where Frank and Marisca had stayed. Marisca went in first and got a seat at a table next to a booth at the back then Isaac came in and remained up front waiting for Susan. Finally at eight the blond arrived and greeted the ever-strange Isaac with the warmth of an exuberant lover, an act she was obviously good at.

“Did you hear somehow that I’m leaving tomorrow for Israel? Is that why you wanted to see me? To say goodbye?” she cooed in to his ear.

“Who would I hear that from?” he asked as they strolled arm in arm over to the booth near Marisca.

“From Martin. I know you know he keeps me” she replied as they sat down. “I’m just sorry to leave such a great place he just leased for me. Oh well, duty calls.”

“So you’re going there permanently?” Isaac inquired and she nodded. “When did this happen?”

“Yesterday. They offered me a transfer working directly for Minister of Public Affairs. Anyway, what was so important you needed to see me? Here and not in bed?” Susan laughed erotically. “I hope you plan on giving me a little something for my trouble?”

“Of course. I just wanted to let you know Frank Donovan is married now”, he said point blank and she laughed louder now. “What’s so funny? I know you’re interested in him sexually. That’s what I overheard Martin say. He doesn’t care about the competition but I do. I wasn’t thrilled when I found out about Martin but there’s nothing I can do about him. But Donovan’s off the market. But you’re leaving so it doesn’t matter.”

“He got married finally? Good for him” Susan replied. “You know I need to get going. I still have packing to do” Susan said abruptly as she had found out what she needed.

Marisca got up quickly as the woman did and bumped in to her, planting the bug under the flap of her shoulder bag. The place was too dark for Susan to recognize Marisca who kept her head down the entire time. The girl about thirty towered over her so all she saw was the top of Marisca’s head.

“Get some coffee, lady” Susan said to her then walked out thinking the woman had just had a few too many.

“She took off so fast she didn’t get her money”, said Marisca to Isaac now as she stood in front of his table. “I’m leaving for home now. You do the same. I have someone following you so you’ll be all right. Then just go about your normal business and I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”

“All right, Dr. Vanius” Isaac replied then Marisca took off.

Alex was still tailing Susan and an hour and a half later as Marisca was almost home she got a call to confirm that the girl left for Israel that night, not the next day. Susan was on the ten o’clock El Al Airlines to Ben Gurion International Airport in Tel Aviv then a commuter flight on Arkia Airlines to Jerusalem. Marisca had Alex go back to Susan’s home and do a thorough search. Frank was at home waiting for his new bride and also a time he could telephone his Father in Israel when he knew he would be up, as it would be morning over there.

“Dad” Frank greeted his Father. “I got married.”

“Hi son! I thought you were suppose to get married on the 28th, your birthday?” his Father replied. “What happened?”

“We were over at George Tenent’s and his neighbor’s a judge. Anyway, I decided to make it earlier. I think we’ll be coming home earlier, too” Frank stated. “I need your help, Dad.”

“Shoot” Bill responded.

“There’s a woman that’s working at the Israeli Embassy here that’s been getting information about me from someone rather prominent at the Agency. I don’t know who she’s getting it for. Could be someone that hates me in the government or it could be she’s working for the PLO or some other Arab faction. I need you to see what you can come up with” Frank exclaimed. “When Marisca and I get there we’ll work on whatever information you get. That means I don’t want you doing anything stupid on my behalf. Ok?”

“Sure, son. You know me? I never interfere” Bill replied chuckling to himself. “What’s the girl’s name?”

“Susan Ann Levine, she’s a secretary in the Liaison Department” Donovan answered as Marisca walked in the study where he sat.

“Make that ex-secretary. She just took a plane to Israel, baby. She’s been transferred to the Ministry of Public Affairs”, she stated.

“Did you hear that Dad?” Frank inquired.

“Yeah. Your wife has a nice voice. I have a friend at the Ministry. I’ll call him when the office opens at nine. I still have some good contacts, I’ll get you what I can Frank” Bill answered. “It’s probably the PLO, they murder innocent women and children all the time. Your Mother’s coming so I’ll put her on the line. She’ll want to hear your good news.”

Bill had a stilted view having been married so long to an Israeli and living in the country even though he was very Roman Catholic. Everyone now a day’s seemed to end up killing innocents whether by choice or by accident in their attempts at gaining control. His Father’s abrupt ending to his conversation made him believe he wanted his Mother out of the loop on this. Salome Donovan was a woman who had been raised on a farm that Bill had met one summer while he tagged along with a friend after graduating from Harvard. They worked on a Kibbutz outside of Jerusalem for three months and during that time they fell in love, married quickly then had Frank the year after. Salome was 20 years old when she gave birth and Bill was 24. A year later Bill joined the Marine Corp and was commissioned as a Lieutenant so he could fight in Vietnam, a cause he whole-heartedly supported. After he went home and worked ten years for Israeli Intelligence then ran a jewelry store along with his wife. More than thirty years later he owns five shops in malls throughout Israel catering to the wealthier people in business and in government. He was a man with connections and he always knew how to use them. Bill was going to use them now to help his son finally settle the terrible business of the murder of a Granddaughter he had never known.

“It was nice to finally talk to you, Mrs. Donovan. Yeah, I guess I’m Mrs. Donovan, too” Marisca said after she ended up speaking to her new Mother-in-law. “Bye now!” she ended then hung up the phone and looked at Frank. “Salome?” she inquired only having known her as Frank’s Mother.

“Yeah. My Dad said she was as beautiful as Salome in the bible. That’s why he fell in love so fast” Frank laughed. “She’s very exotic looking even now. I look just like her.”

“I knew you were going to say that” she laughed going over to give him a kiss. “Yeah, I guess you are exotic. Anyway, let me tell you what happened tonight. Actually, I’m starving. Let’s go to the kitchen and talk.”

Frank stood by the stove making Marisca a Denver Omelet, as the steamed clams Doty made that night could not be reheated. She sat enjoying the view of her husband who was dressed in tight jeans and an equally tight sweater while she drank a glass of chilled Australian chardonnay. He was very adept in the kitchen, reaching for pans, utensils, plates and other items he had carefully arranged himself when they moved in. Rexy was by the counter eating a doggie treat he had given him for a late night snack. All was right in the Donovan household for that short while until Marisca’s cell rang. It was Cody calling in to report the bug that was planted on Susan was working having gone through security at Dulles Airport. And less than five minutes before, she had made a call to someone in Jerusalem in an office asking for Manny Hoffman whom she spoke to briefly about her arrival time on her commuter flight. There was no way to trace the call and Cody also suspected once she got to Ben Gurion Airport the bug would be detected. El Al and Israeli security at airports was the best in the world and nothing ever went without notice as their equipment was so advanced. Cody ended the conversation by reiterating his orders from Frank to check for all the Hoffman’s in Jerusalem and run the names through Interpol and Israeli Intelligence of which Frank still maintained an authorized password for its database.

Barry was right on Director Martin who was at his country club for his weekly poker game with some other members, all of whom were high ranking officers stationed at Langley Air Force Base in Hampton. He monitored the bug on Martin himself and at nine traced a call that was placed to the Director from a real estate agent in D.C., the one he had leased the property for Susan Levine. Barry reported in regarding the call and that Martin had obviously been aware his mistress was leaving town. Alex confirmed that when the agent showed up about eleven to do a quick walk through and put a sign up that very night, as D.C. property was too hot to wait. After that she went home to get some much, needed rest while Jake kept post outside Isaac Meyer’s house until the next day when he got to work.

“I think we can throw these out”, Marisca said taking an almost empty box of condoms from the bathroom cabinet and tossing them in the waste paper basket.

“My favorite Trojans! I can’t say I’m going to miss them” Frank remarked as he brushed his teeth before bed. “It’s so much better when I can actually feel you.”

“I’d like to feel you right now” Marisca said coyly coming up to him from behind, reaching around to take a firm hold on his very hard penis. “I’ll go put my knee socks on. What color tonight, Mr. Director Man?”

“The purple ones with the gray stripes” he laughed turning around to hit her naked butt as she wiggled away from him.

Frank finished then paced back in to their bedroom, finding Marisca sitting provocatively on the bed with her legs spread covered with the purple knit. They beckoned him and when she laid back and bent her legs he lost control and jumped on her, laughing at first playfully as she did. When he took her though with his first plunge things always changed to sheer delight in feeling one another. Frank made love to her slowly now on top of her then at one point he drew himself out.

“Turn over, honey. Lean on your left side a bit”, he said and she did then he continued to stroke her from behind until he could feel her tightness.

Frank carefully withdrew himself again then knelt with her hips positioned higher for him to reach. He knew she was having a hard time climaxing that night so he brought her up tighter against him so he could use more force. When she began to whimper loudly he knew she was coming as he was in his grunts until they reached the pinnacle, the ultimate glory of sex. They both collapsed but when she had her legs up spread again, it was her signal that she wanted him to bring her to a climax again with his hand. He accommodated her as often as she wanted and since he had a short resolution time between erections they made love again without having to wait long. They found each other sexually exciting and gratifying and with the added dimension of love and now commitment it was even more so. But new days always came and with it now work as they rose at five-thirty as always.

“Good morning, baby” Marisca said to Frank after the alarm went off after three hours of sleep. “Good morning, Rexy!” she greeted their puppy who slept in their room on his special blanket.

“Morning, honey. God! I need some coffee” he greeted her like that every morning, as he liked his cup of Java right away. “Give me a kiss to tide me over”, he ordered and Marisca complied before they got out of bed.

Marisca ran downstairs to turn the heat up and put the coffee on while Frank got dressed in some knock-a-rounds to take Rexy out. His coffee was always waiting upon his return with breakfast ready for all of them, including the puppy. By seven they were dressed again for another business day and out the door, this time together.

“When are you going to question Meyer?” she asked as they headed west towards Langley.

“This morning. I’ll see if I can get him to remember anything he hasn’t already said” Frank answered. “Maybe he’s heard of this Manny Hoffman.”

Marisca’s cell went off and she answered to hear a very tired Monica on the line. She had been burning the midnight oil with Cody going over all the Hoffman’s in Jerusalem of which there were many.

“Good morning Ma’am” Monica said to Marisca. “I’ve been up all night with Cody and we found a few Manny Hoffman’s that have records in Israel. But the one I find highly suspect uses a derivative of that name. Mark Huffman. His real name, so Interpol thinks is Moustaf ben Jamil, a member of a special faction of the PLO. He’s wanted for several terrorist attacks in years past. Recently for that suicide bombing at that mall in Jerusalem a few months ago.”

“Frank, do you know a Moustaf ben Jamil?” Marisca asked and Frank got his usual stern look on his face but tripled in intensity.

“Yeah. He’s the one. Have Monica book us a flight to Tel Aviv and a connection to Jerusalem tonight” Frank ordered.

“Ok, but I think this ‘us’ should include your team and my friend Barry” Marisca stated.

“Yeah. I was thinking the same thing. We’re on the same wavelength, honey” Donovan remarked.

“We have been for along time, baby” she replied then gave Monica her orders.

THE END
(On to Israel)