Chapter 16
Arthur Jameson could never get enough of the view from his penthouse apartment in Gateway City, California. Little did he know that this would be the last time he’d have a chance to enjoy it. If he had, he would’ve taken a moment to really take it in. Jameson was 36-years-old with a receding hairline. He had worked his way up through the ranks of various syndicates, before striking out on his own two years ago. As he was having some scotch, 15 DEO-agents, led by Eve Welch, broke down the door.
“Arthur Jameson?” Eve said to him, “You’re under arrest.”
“On what charge?” Jameson asked.
“For starters, murder. I’m sure we can find some more.”
“Murder?”
“Alex Greer, Albert Caldwell and Ambrose Taylor. You were hoping to take over their syndicates, to expand your own.”
“You don’t have any evidence.”
“Oh, I do. We were able to track a device you used to control one of your hitmen to this apartment. Of course, then there’s the fact that we’ve tracked the payments to Dr. Salkind back to you.”
“How?”
“A minor tip,” Eve placed handcuffs on Jameson, “There’s always a trail. It’s just a matter of being willing to follow it long enough.”
Jameson was led out of the apartment and into one of the cars belonging to the DEO. Eve was glad to finally have caught him. She had her doubts whether what she had on him would stand up in court, but Jameson had long been on the radar of the FBI. They just hadn’t been able to arrest him for anything. With this, Eve was certain that the FBI was be allowed to investigate Jameson’s dealings and be able to nail him for something. Indeed, she was right, not only were they able to find evidence for everything from tax evasion, to cold blooded murder, but several of his people agreed to testify against him, after the feds put pressure on them.
***
Justin Gaines had the device in his neck surgically removed and returned to his normal life. With his telekinesis restored and no longer suffering from the psychosis of his teens, Gaines was able to return to his first passion and became a famous painter.
Arthur Jameson could never get enough of the view from his penthouse apartment in Gateway City, California. Little did he know that this would be the last time he’d have a chance to enjoy it. If he had, he would’ve taken a moment to really take it in. Jameson was 36-years-old with a receding hairline. He had worked his way up through the ranks of various syndicates, before striking out on his own two years ago. As he was having some scotch, 15 DEO-agents, led by Eve Welch, broke down the door.
“Arthur Jameson?” Eve said to him, “You’re under arrest.”
“On what charge?” Jameson asked.
“For starters, murder. I’m sure we can find some more.”
“Murder?”
“Alex Greer, Albert Caldwell and Ambrose Taylor. You were hoping to take over their syndicates, to expand your own.”
“You don’t have any evidence.”
“Oh, I do. We were able to track a device you used to control one of your hitmen to this apartment. Of course, then there’s the fact that we’ve tracked the payments to Dr. Salkind back to you.”
“How?”
“A minor tip,” Eve placed handcuffs on Jameson, “There’s always a trail. It’s just a matter of being willing to follow it long enough.”
Jameson was led out of the apartment and into one of the cars belonging to the DEO. Eve was glad to finally have caught him. She had her doubts whether what she had on him would stand up in court, but Jameson had long been on the radar of the FBI. They just hadn’t been able to arrest him for anything. With this, Eve was certain that the FBI was be allowed to investigate Jameson’s dealings and be able to nail him for something. Indeed, she was right, not only were they able to find evidence for everything from tax evasion, to cold blooded murder, but several of his people agreed to testify against him, after the feds put pressure on them.
***
Justin Gaines had the device in his neck surgically removed and returned to his normal life. With his telekinesis restored and no longer suffering from the psychosis of his teens, Gaines was able to return to his first passion and became a famous painter.
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