Jacob was angry at how things had turned out but he realized it could have been worse. At least Miles got him out of his holding cell. Funny how this guy operated. He stayed secretive, only revealing what he thought you needed to know and still carried on a sweet demeanor to outsiders. Of course, the man was trying to become a politician in the near future or so he had said at one point.
Jacob took a swig from his water bottle as he walked up the steps to the building with the British Consulate General. He didn’t really know much about this operation nor did he care to learn it. The only thing that mattered to him was this Miles Kudover guy kept him employed, even if it was supposed to be a secret employment. Today, he’d just pretend he wanted information on possibly traveling to England within the next ten years. Not that he ever would, but he just didn’t feel like sneaking into the building. Besides, Miles would know how to lead him in and straight to his office. When Jacob entered he asked for Mr. Kudover’s room and said the entire lingo that he was trained to say.
Miles’ office was classic. Fur carpet, large desk, large window, almost like a 1950s mob boss set up. ‘Typical.’ Jacob thought. Miles was an older man, with a wig that didn’t quite fit. He also had a small gut and Jacob could picture him smoking a cigar in his office if it wasn’t for the smoking restrictions in public buildings. Smoking a cigar and drinking a shot of gin. Jacob had to force himself not to laugh at that picture.
“You really need to tone yourself down.” Miles said without prelude.
“It’s that bitch’s fault!” Jacob snapped.
“Perhaps, but you need to be able to control yourself. I can’t have you destroying my plans by your recklessness.”
“No one is able to trace me back to you.” Jacob stated adamantly.
“Not right now, no, but what if I wanted you for bigger jobs? For example, that little English brat that I had you take care of?”
Jacob shuddered. It was something he never did before but he did get a nice sum for it and although it was definitely wrong, he was going to hell either way for his actions with that. At least the murder of the drag queen would be counted as a method to absolve him of the sin of murdering a child.
“Why is that you wanted a kid killed?”
“I don’t pay you to ask questions!” Miles snapped. “You know this is step one for me to achieve my goals.”
“You never did tell me what those goals are.” Jacob said quietly.
“My dear boy, you have no need for those details yet. Why, you’re like a son to me.” Miles said and got up. He placed an arm around Jacob, and Jacob couldn’t help but wonder where a flask was or a shot of gin. Whiskey, even.
“My dear boy, when I feel like you are ready to know what I am planning, believe, me you’ll know.”
“Did you make sure to cover your tracks with the English girl? I don’t want to pull strings to get you out of jail again. And this could lead you to prison, regardless of how much I paid you. You do realize that right?”
“Good. I’m glad. Right now, I have a manila folder being dispatched to your place as we speak. Your newest job is in there.” Miles said and withdrew his arm. “Oh and Jacob, make sure you’re discrete. Any more, landing on news medias and I will have you discarded.”
Jacob stared at him and forced himself not to gulp. He was hanging with a powerful person but he wasn’t that powerful yet, or was he? Feeling a bit sick to his stomach, he persisted. He was already in too deep.
“Yes, Miles.” Jacob said and walked out.
Miles stared after him. He looked through some files on his computer at current immigration documents and other visa requests.
‘Ugh.’ He thought. ‘It’s only a matter of time before I can finally become a representative of the house and have my own views on immigration implemented. It needs to stop!’
As Miles thought this, he worked on the files in his computer. Quickly, he glanced at his father, an original Englishman whom he had killed to get to where he was. No one could know that his parents were from another country. He prided himself for hiding it so well and no one would ever take his own opportunity away. He cackled quietly to himself as he continued to work on his files, although hating every minute of it.
A week later, Jackie walked up the same steps of the British Consulate General. She looked around and was briefly reminded of the court building she had been in years ago in which she had been injured. Pushing the thought away she ascended the stairs to the reception desk.
“I’m looking for Mr. Miles Kudover.” She said and flashed her police badge to the receptionist.
“One second.” The receptionist replied and picked up the phone.
Jackie waited as was customary in this situation. The receptionist nodded and got up. She led Jackie to an elevator.
“Take this to the fifth floor and once you leave the elevator make a right. Mr. Kudover’s office is all the way down and the last door on the left.” She said.
“Thanks.” She said and got on the elevator.
Inside Miles’ office she suppressed a shiver. ‘What the hell?’ She was reminded of a 1950s mob boss office or was it 1920s. It didn’t matter.
“I’m officer Miller and I need to talk to Mr. Kudover. Am I pronouncing your name right?” Jackie said and flashed her police badge.
“You’re only a cop?” Miles’ asked politely.
“Yes, but I’m doing my job.” Jackie said, not letting it show she was losing her patience with these questions.
“Have a seat, Ms. Miller.” Miles’ said and beckoned her to sit.
Jackie didn’t want to trust it since he was a definite suspect in her eyes but she swallowed her pride and sat down anyway. She quickly scanned the room without letting him notice. There wasn’t much to see aside from one high school bowling trophy and some books. Did this guy even have a family?
“I imagine, you would like to ask me your questions now. Am I being arrested?” Miles’ asked.
“No, I have no evidence to suggest you being arrested but I’m working on a case and your name came up. So I just want to ask a few questions and I’ll be on my way.” Jackie replied.
“What is your name, rank, and station you work in?” Mile’s asked.
“My name is Jacquelyn Miller but you can call me officer Miller. I’m a police officer and I work in the Suffolk County Police Department, First Precinct.”
“What has led you to me?” Miles’ asked clearly amused.
‘Does this idiot not realize that what he says can be used against him?’ Jackie thought to herself.
“I’m working on a case, in which your name came up. It’s a special case due to a child being murdered. I believe you know the girls parents?” Jackie said and showed him a picture of the child and the couple Susan and Ted.
Miles’ involuntarily cringed. Jackie took notice and stored it inside her mind. The man looked like he was about to cry.
“Do you have a warrant?” Miles asked.
“No, I do not.” Jackie answered.
“Well, Ms. Miller, you may leave now. Without a warrant you have no business in here.” Miles stated and pointed his finger towards his door.
Jackie understood but wondered if he knew that he definitely was not helping himself. Not at all. In Jackie’s mind, Miles just confirmed she had every right to view him as a suspect.
“Thank you for your time, Mr. Kudover.” Jackie said, got up, and left.
Miles picked up his cell phone. He had to be discreet but he called the cell phone number he had given Jacob in the manila folder. When Jacob picked up the phone, Miles said, “We need to talk! You better come meet me at our first meeting place in half an hour.”
Miles hung up the phone after that. This wasn’t good. His plans couldn’t be ruined this easily. Perhaps,, hiring Jacob was an extremely horrible idea although he had come recommended by someone else in his employ. Sighing, Miles went back to his computer files to finish everything and then would meet Jacob and talk some sense into that man! If anything, at least Jacob could be used as a scapegoat. After all, he already set himself up for that and Miles ran out of sympathy towards the man. Not like he had it to begin with. Really, he was just a means to an end.