Checkmate - Chapter VIII

Kayn's father spent his last years in a continuous care facility; sitting at a window waiting for Alyssa.

Harry and Phillip, Kayn's older brothers found their father underneath his carpenter bench, unresponsive, suffering frost bite and dehydration. While hospitalized the Doctors believed that he had suffered several small strokes and after further testing he was diagnosed in the early stages of Dementia. Harry had sent Kayn notice of all the Hospital reports, but received no response so he and Phillip represented the only two family members willing to provide the hospital with directions for their fathers care. They tried returning him to the ranch, with an army of caregivers, but he refused help and in due course he was returned to the emergency room suffering from a blood infection. Together Harry, Phillip and the Hospital Administrator's signed a joint order placing him in perpetual care. When he was coherent and logical Harry and Phillip took turns bringing him back to his beloved ranch home where he would rest on the porch until it was time to return to the Care Unit.

Like a million other prescribers to the daily News, Kayn read of his father's passing, in the morning publication; a small family service would be held at the Ranch with his father's ashes spread over the property. Within a week he received notice of the date, time and place for the reading of the Will, which of course he ignored. Shortly thereafter he received notice of the estate assignment, which did not differ from what he had been told by his father as a young boy; 90% of the land was divided between Harry and Phillip; 10% going to Kayn, with a conservation easement in favor or the Federal Conservatory Reserve, blanketing the land to evermore remain in its natural state. Kayn had no intention of disputing the land assignment; he immediately sent the paperwork onto the in-house Solicitors giving them instructions to gift the lands to his oldest son, Robert.

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Over the years, Harry became a brilliant investor and philanthropist. Known as the Prophet of the Prairies, he believed that a stock which cannot be held for 10 years should not even be owned; now with a portfolio valued in excess of Ten Billion Dollars his audience watched each and every move Harry made towards investments. When sitting on the board of trustees for Duke University; he met Robert, Kayn's oldest son. Having no children of his own he enjoyed getting to know and becoming good friends with him.

It became quite common for Robert not to return home between school semesters; since leaving home he had become quit distant from his father and found it easier to communicate through his mother, who would travel to North Carolina to spend time with Robert. He found his growing friendship with his Uncle so worthwhile; beginning to understand and respect his diverse heritage. He had also been introduced to his Uncle Phillip and his grandmother, Alyssa, who he found to be so sincere and genuine. He had finished up all pending registrations over the first few weeks of summer and was planning to go down to South Carolina where he had found a job. Packing the last of his bags, the phone rang; it was Harry advising him that Alyssa was on her way down and bringing a guest. Robert anxious to see Alyssa again confirmed that he was leaving then and would arrive later that afternoon.

Harry had talked to Robert about his relationship with his mother becoming estranged after she left his father; but over time he respected her decision and knew it had not been a generous life for her on the ranch. She was living a life now that was very beneficial to her growth and happiness. Both Harry and Phillip were happy for their mother.

Entering the door at the arrivals terminal, Harry saw Alyssa standing with a man, who he thought he recognized, but did not know from where.He walked over and was quickly introduced to Dr. Albert Morton; immediately Harry knew of this renowned man worthy of his regard. Harry quickly raising his hand to greet Dr. Morton.

"Well, sir this is a pleasure. When Mom said she was travelling with a friend, I certainly did not expect it to be such a luminary persona. I have followed your work for years. It is truly a pleasure to meet you."

"Thank you. I as well am thrilled to meet you, having followed your career for years. Perhaps we can both benefit from some career council ling during our visit."

"I look forward to it."

Robert arrived at the house later that afternoon. He was honored to meet Dr. Morton and admired the ease and contentment that surrounded he and Alyssa. The house vibrated with laughter that day.

Alyssa was thrilled to be able to spend more time with Robert; the gathering proved to be the beginning of a long-time alliance between a very diverse troupe that by chance had congregated and quickly formed a comradeship that would carry forth knowing no limits. At Roberts request it was agreed that his father not be told.In the months that followed, Harry advised Robert of the illegal implications surrounding Albert. He knew he must be with his extended family and friends giving support so he travelled home with Harry. For months, it seemed that the devastation surrounding Albert and Alyssa would not cease until Albert stood to public surrender.

All along Alyssa had kept her news from Albert, not wanting to burden him further; she had been diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and given only a short while to get her affairs in order. She had quietly spoken with Harry, Phillip and Robert, leaving them in complete ruin when hearing the news; but respecting her request to not tell Albert. The day of Albert's sentencing, he turned and looked at Alyssa before being lead away by the guards; she stood strong, not giving any indication of her own destiny, only whispering her love. Her solitude and isolation over Albert quickened her demise and with her family at her side she found peace. Harry was appointed as executor for her estate; which held no monetary value only his vow to his mother they would find out what, or who, was responsible for Albert's demise.Harry had such admiration for Robert; he reminded him very much of himself at this age; dedicated to his studies; achieving his Masters in Medicine and then carried on his studies in neurobiology; now residing in Brazil under the Duke Alumni in their studies in Social Justice and Sustainable Developments. Robert calls South Carolina home, visiting his Uncle when opportunity arises. He has also formed a special bond with his Uncle Phillip who he has promised to visit on the ranch that his grandfather started. He hears from his father, a few times a year and only returned home when hearing the news of his mother's illness.

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If it were not for his genuine regard he had for his relationship, Kayn would have ended his friendship with Irene months ago. His children, her children, they all offered nothing more than distasteful judgment. It had become an embarrassment to even attempt to entertain them within the same room.

For the Christmas holidays, Kayn had made plans for he and Irene to travel down to Miami, where he had a beach front estate. When he mentioned their plans to his daughter she become outraged with the thought so Kayn then volunteered that perhaps she and her family also travel down with them. She of course accepted the suggestion and by the end of the day had convinced two of her siblings to also come. Irene, after hearing the revised travel plans, thought it best that she not go, but Kayn would not hear of it and further volunteered that she see if any of her children wished to come as well.

The day the Towne Car meet Kayn and Irene in the lobby of their building en route to the Airport, they were embarking on a trip that now included both her children and Kayn's. She had come down with a troublesome cold and flu that did not want to go away, even with the antibiotics that her Doctor had prescribed. As she sat in the backseat of the car her thoughts were only that she should be staying home.

Over the next forty-eight hours children and grandchildren continued to arrive; and Irene wanting to greet and tend to everyone's needs, ignored the Doctors orders to rest.

Looking down on the courtyard; to the right were his children, all but Robert, and to the left were Irene's; he had seen similar standoffs on the 49th floor board room. Since his mothers passing Robert had become very distant always too busy to come home. Kayn, thought that was a winning attribute for his eldest son to have, success first, family thereafter. He turned from the balcony, poured himself another drink and walked into the study to return to his work. He would let Irene worry about harmonizing the troops.

Reviewing the security updates he was surprised to see that Martin Graham had agreed to go back to Australia; Kayn remembered, with a smile, the last time he swore never to return. Martin and the ASIA agent, Stephen Forbes were on Bar Cove Island when three of the AOC agents were taken into custody; charged with possession of the illegal fire arms and narcotics for the purpose of trafficking. Martin had returned to Brisbane, where the paper trail for Chanarong Montri and Kim Chan So ended; at the time of his report he was still attempting to access the surveillance tapes from the air terminal. Martin's closing comments for the attention of the local police department was that in searching the Island all guests were accounted for except for Mr. & Mrs. Bao and asked that a search commence for this couple.

The second report came from the International Financial Task Force giving some indication of the cash resurfacing in accounts in the Caymans and Switzerland; looking at the balance of accounts, Kayn recognized that it was minuscule to that which was reported as missing.

Irene got through the holidays still not feeling better and only wished to get home. Kayn on the other hand had made arrangements for them to carry on to a ten day trip through the Bahamas. For the entire trip Irene remained in their cabin.

After arriving home Irene made an appointment to see her Doctor where he after seeing her extreme drop in vitals since their last visit, put her immediately into the hospital.

Kayn found this somewhat disturbing having to go to the hospital to visit her and having to arrange for his own supper, which, over the weeks, became a double whiskey.

What started out to be a ten day visit turned into months, with no improvement being seen. All the tests and scans had been taken showing nothing to assist the Doctors in Irene's care, but each day she was becoming weaker and weaker.

After talking with her Doctor, her children returned to be at her bedside; Kayn visiting when he could, offering little in support. His lack of respect for their mother incited the group to eventually refuse him access into their mother's room.

At 2:30 a.m. with her children at her bedside Irene suffered a massive brain aneurysm and passed away.
Her children left it to the hospital staff to notify Kayn.

He took the call from his office the following day, extending his gratitude for the news that Irene was out of pain and now the family can start healing. After thanking the Nurse for her call he replaced the receiver and continued to get ready for his lunch with Shirley; a lovely lady, who had recently lost her husband. He, of course recognized that it would be most inappropriate for them to dine alone, so he had arranged for his daughter and Shirley's niece to also be present.

Living at the gateway of the majestic Rockies or while rising above the skyline in the urban maze, Wendi enjoys being a trendsetter. Challenging herself throughout her career in public relations and community development she accepted each challenge as a leader and adventurer. Her voyage continues, documenting her passionate interests in the wilds of nature, to the downtown streets of the City; recognizing the wealth of knowledge within each subject that she partners with.
Wendi's short stories and poems can be found at:
http://smile-practicalknowledge.blogspot.com/

Contact Wendi at rgm@davincibb.net

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Checkmate - Chapter VII

Martin Graham sat in the center of the airplane; a row offering him complete privacy. The agency received unlimited sanctions allowing access to the passenger listings for all departing flights; from those logs he was able to follow the flight of Chanarong Montri and Veronica Bartola to Vancouver and from there they boarded a connecting flight to Brisbane. Kim and Shai were still unaccountable; the passenger listings did not reveal their names and the video surveillance from the terminal would not be available for another 24 hours. He spoke with the Federal Security Agent and it was decided to follow the known trail of Chanarong. He wasted no time arranging his travel plans to Brisbane. Before departing he left several messages for Kayn but had not heard back. Working with Kayn for over ten years, he had great regard for the man; yet there was a side of him that disturbed Martin; on several occasion when Kayn though that he was not in the focus of others he became uneasy and troubled. All security scans had been done on Kayn returning only an impeccable history, yet Martin could not help but think that Kayn had many stones unturned.

Not at all interested in the movie, Martin looked through the window of the plane at the beauty of the sunset now engulfing the sky. He had not been in Australia for years and did not look forward to returning. His last assignment involved a lot of bush walking away from the groomed tourist venues; he encountered snakes and spiders in sizes that should have stayed locked away in his nightmares. The only request made to assistant in preparing his bag was to ensure that his hiking boots were packed. Looking out the window he thought how kind it would be if this trail was contained to the wonderful beaches and tourist huts.

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Chanarong lay in the hammock waiting for the sunset and listening only to the serene rolling tide. Veronica was not expected back until the following day, she had taken a boat back to the mainland to do some shopping. Since arriving on the Island he had spent most of his time walking along the beaches meeting the other guests and staff, with still no sign of Kim. The beaches surrounding the Island were open except for the western coast line. Chanarong swam past the barriers and then turned back towards the beach. As soon as he arrived on the secluded beach uniformed guards were waiting for him; very kind but having no interest in Chanarong's questions, only ordering him to return to the other side of the barricades. He would return to the west beaches, but travelling across the interior.

The silence of the evening was defining; he had not heard Kim coming from behind the Hut towards the hammock.

"Hello Chanarong, I was wondering how long it would take you to find me."

Chanarong rose from the hammock and reached out to greet Kim.

"Hello Kim, it is so good to see you. How did you know I was on the Island?"

"Your swim today caught the attention of security and when I asked the guard to describe the swimmer, their description was so accurate, it could have only been you."

"Kim, I am here for your family. They have not heard from you and are very worried."

"I think it is safer that they not know where I am; I have been given several names of those looking for me and I don't want them harmed in any way."

"Kim, they are safe. We have moved them out of the Province; they are in a secured location. Did you know that you have been accused of taking One Hundred & Fifty Million Yuan from the Country. I'm sure you saw the AOC Agents sitting outside your apartment building. You certainly cannot think that you can hide from them."

"Chanarong, I can explain everything. I only took money that belonged to my family. I did not steal anything belonging to the State. All I want to do is return to my family."

"Well Kim for now that is not a possibility. I am sure your picture remains posted across International Security Agencies, I know that the UK, Canada, the US and Germany have opened files trying to trace the money through laundering filters. If you want to clear your family from this you cannot run from me any further, you have to tell me all the facts; you cannot hold back anything."

"Okay Chanarong, you have my word."

"How long will you and - sorry what is your friend's name?"

"Shai."

"How long will you and Shai be staying on the Island?"

"We are registered for another four days, but I am getting nervous, so I think we will start packing tomorrow and move on."

"Good, I was talking with Mr. Garrison, the Manager at our Hotel and he has told me that he overheard a conversation with the Federal Agents and their Supervisor, who is now on his way to Brisbane; so I agree, this is a very good time to be leaving."

"I have a boat docked in Fremantle. Meet me there tomorrow. This time of year it is full of locals and tourists travelling from Perth, we can stay on the boat. Do you remember Veronica Bartola? She is travelling with me; she will be very happy to hear that we have spoken. Now go back to your hut and try and relax; we will start to work on this tomorrow."

Exchanging a brief embrace Kim turned and walked behind the hut into the dense vegetation.
Chanarong quickly dressed, packed up all their bags and walked to the landing harbor where he would wait until morning; wanting to make sure that Kim did not have any further ideas of running and was still there in the morning.

He was resting at the pool side bar when he noticed the lights from an oncoming charter docking at the harbor. Chanarong stood and walked over to the canopy covered inlet so he could remain in the shadows. Staff from the resort waited on the deck for the party to arrive. The party consisted of four individuals; as they walked up the dock, their faces remained muted in the darkness with the only conversation coming from the staff. Their physical stature indicated that they were all male and Chanarong sensed that this was not a family reunion. They were given directions to their huts, at the north end of the Island and asked to wait until the beach-bug arrived which would drive them. Only when the lights from the beach-bug shone onto the deck did Chanarong see that the party was indeed AOC Agents, who he recognized from the Street outside Kim's apartment. They all took their seats on the beach-bug and Chanarong waited until the vehicle had turned and was travelling down the beach before he headed out towards the west side of the Island.

Kim & Shai were packing when Chanarong got to their hut. Somewhat startled Shai stood behind Kim when Chanarong entered.

"You must be Shai, Kim has been so very kind speaking of you."

"Kim was just telling me of your meeting; I must say that I am happy that you are here."

"Yes so am I. Kim, your instincts for moving on have triggered none too soon. I just saw the AOC Agents arrive at the harbor. They have a hut on the north end of the Island and I don't think they are here to relax. Let's get everything packed and we will wait at the docking harbor. I have spoken with Veronica and she is making arrangements to charter a helicopter from Brisbane in the morning to pick us up. She has already made our flight arrangements to Perth; we are travelling under her stage name of Altola."
The helicopter was on time and they left the Island for Brisbane at 5:30 a.m. Their flight to Perth left on time at 9:00 a.m.; just as the Quantas Flight from Vancouver was arriving carrying Agent Martin Graham.

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Martin cleared customs and was met by Stephen Forbes of the Australian Secret Intelligence Agency. An arrangement to transfer all pertinent security information to ASIA was done by the home office. They went to a security station within the terminal where they reviewed tapes for the past 72 hours. Martin identified Chanarong and his travel companion, Veronica. Stephen Forbes pointed out the arrival yesterday of the AOC Agents; their travel itinerary was laid out that they carried onto Bar Cove, an Island just off the western shore. Martin again failed to identify Kim and his partner Shai. They agreed that they would charter a helicopter at the adjacent terminal and go over to Bar Cove.

Martin and Stephen arrived on the Island, and without an invitation, did not get a cordial welcome. They were told to wait at the bar for the Owners to return from the mainland.

Martin looked around at the dense vegetation and preferred to wait along the dock; where within 15 minutes he was soaking wet with perspiration. The Owners did not return to the Island for another two hours. Introductions were made, security shields were volunteered, but without a court order no records of their guests would be released. Stephen immediately contacted his office to get the necessary orders delivered to the Island.

Martin remembered the noble dressing-down he and his Agents received from Mr. Garrison, and thought these people might be related, or at the least, they attended the same Hotel Management classes.

Martin took the opportunity of changing his cloths and putting on his hiking boots. When he came out from the cabana, sitting at one of the beach front tables were the familiar faces of the AOC Agents. He quickly found his hat and sunglasses, stowed his bag behind the bar counter, took a seat under the umbrella and grabbed a magazine off the counter. He watched the arrival of their breakfast and for the time being their attention was only on their food.

Two uniformed security guards for the resort had gathered at the other end of the bar; it seemed that the arrival of the four overnight guests had caught everyone's attention. They scanned the area noticing Martin, who appeared immersed in his magazine so they carried on their conversation asking if the other knew of the departure of two of their guest early this morning. Both unclear whether this was a checkout or a day trip they would wait for instructions from the office.

After they finished their breakfast the AOC Agents booked a tour boat which would travel around the Island; Martin in turn reserved the beach-bug for his travel. The tour around the Island lasted about one hour; as Martin watched from the beach-bug, the group seemed most interested in the secluded shores along the western shore. When he returned to the main dock, Stephen was waving him over; the court order had arrived.

Looking through the reservations confirmed, as expected, that Chanarong Montri and Veronica Bartola were guests on the Island, but none of the other guests registered gave clues to the whereabouts of Kim and Shai. Martin was interested in finding out about the guests registered on the private beach at the west end, a Juan & Ky Bao from Malaysia. The only records show this was their second trip to the Island, arranging for their own supplies and remain secluded during their stay; generous with the staff and only pay in cash.

Indications are that this is a couple who can afford to maintain their privacy and enjoy the Island; so why are the AOC Agents interested with that end of the Island.

From behind them the security officers called out reporting that the silent alarms to the western beach huts were going off so they were on their way over there. Martin requested that he and Stephen be allowed to accompany the officers, not in their official capacity, but only as back up support if necessary. They had never had a security problem on the Island so the Owners were grateful for their assistance.

Martin could only express his extreme appreciation, as they travelling in the land rover, over the unmarked trails. Arriving along the western beach all appeared quiet, except for the motor boat floating in the tide off the shore. The security guards did not know anything about the boat. Martin and Stephen lingered behind as the two officers walked up to the Hut. The door had been removed from the hinges, which would have triggered the alarms; as they entered all the furniture was turned over, cushions tossed about, drawers pulled out. All the remaining supplies in the Hut were left for garbage on the floor; they called Martin and Stephen up to the Hut. Stephen stayed behind; he remained on the phone with his office arranging for the main Island shore patrol to impound the motor boat.

Martin looked around the Hut. It was completely abandoned of personal articles; nothing giving evidence that Juan & Ky Bao were in the Hut.

Martin asked the officers who were the guests that left the Island this morning. Neither of them had been on duty at the time, but the log confirmed that the booking for the helicopter flight plan was in the name of Chanarong Motri.

Martin asked Stephen to arrange for his team to travel to the Island to see if they could lift any prints.

"In the mean time, may I suggest that the office start looking for their guests."

Martin and Stephen returned to the beach where they watched the shore patrol towing the motor boat away.

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Neither Kim nor Shai ever imagined that when Chanarong said he had a boat, that it would be a 200 foot motorized yacht.
A good friend from the United States had always bequeathed his toys to Chanarong. Travelling to Australia earlier this year, he had carried onto South America, where he would be for another few months, so the boat and staff was left for Chanarong's pleasure.

"The ship is equipped with satellite, but under the circumstances I have instructed the Captain to disengage the connection, no sense going to this trouble of finding this seclusion and then being located from satellite signals."

Walking along the lower corridor Kim and Shai were like children opening all the doors to the bedrooms, finally selecting the bedroom closest to the stairs.

Chanarong and Veronica randomly selected the bedroom across the walkway.
"Kim I am going to instruct the Captain to leave the harbor and travel along the coastline up to Broome. I think it best if we just stay away from docking at any of the harbors for the next little while."

"Sounds good to me."

"That will give us time to work on this problem of yours."

Kim returned to the cabin and found that Shai was asleep on the bed.

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Living at the gateway of the majestic Rockies or while rising above the skyline in the urban maze, Wendi enjoys being a trendsetter. Challenging herself throughout her career in public relations and community development she accepted each challenge as a leader and adventurer. Her voyage continues, documenting her passionate interests in the wilds of nature, to the downtown streets of the City; recognizing the wealth of knowledge within each subject that she partners with. Wendi's short stories and poems can be found at: http://smile-practicalknowledge.blogspot.com/

Contact Wendi at rgm@davincibb.net

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Checkmate - Chapter IV

CHANARONG MONTRI HAD BEEN CONTACTED AND AGREED TO MEET THE FOLLOWING DAY WITH NO MORE THAN TWO AGENTS. Without exception, he agreed to meet in the Hotel dining room.

A security team was immediately dispatched to the Hotel to look at locations that surveillance equipment might be installed. The Hotel was vast with European elegance throughout; there were several surveillance spots in the dining room that could conceal recording equipment, but to proceed they would require permission from the Hotel. Mr. Garrison, General Manger was called and requested to return to the Hotel immediately. The team waited in the lobby until his arrival. He walked in, not at all happy for this imposition, regardless of the preeminence of the order. After listening to the request of the Agents his response was only "NO". He would agree only to allowing, after authentication of their identification, to view all existing Hotel security videos; further the videos would not be released in their custody, they would be given an appropriate room at the Hotel to conduct their investigation. Martin Graham of Intelligence reminded Mr. Garrison there were no restrictions in the Federal Security Act on where they may collect security intelligence or information relating to possible threats to the security of the Country; and it has been determined that a guest in his Hotel is considered to be a possible threat.

Mr. Garrison stood against the wall of Agents and addressed Martin Graham - "Sir, I am not denying you performance of your duty; I am denying you, at this stage to charge in here, in the middle of the night and demolish this dining room so that you may install your spy cameras. You can indeed ignore my suggestion and address this issue in front of a Judge, but that will be no sooner than tomorrow morning and then all my suggestions are off the table to you and your team and from that point on this Hotel will only operate under appropriate Court orders."

Martin Graham found Mr. Garrison humorous and in some ways respected his position. He agreed that Security Intelligence would be grateful for access to the Hotels video surveillance and would return in the morning; of course after he had provided Mr. Garrison with a list of the Officers names. "Good Evening Mr. Garrison."
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Chanarong Montri was sitting in the dining room with the same lady he attended the ballet with the previous evening; their attire unmistakably European. Recognizing the Agents he rose and motioned to an empty table across the room. He crossed behind his table taking the arm of his companion, helping her to her feet. She gathered her handbag and gloves and exchanged a gentle touch to each of his checks whispering "L'Amour" then turning and left the dining room.

"Good Morning Gentlemen, my name is Chanarong Montri. I remain a little confused as to the necessity of this meeting, but while in your Country, I do wish to cooperate with the Authorities, but I do hope that our time will be brief."

Kane was watching this interaction from the main security room in the basement of the Hotel.

The Agents knew they must secure the cooperation of this man. He is travelling in the Country legally and they have no grounds to hold him for any reason. The most that the collective Agencies were hoping to achieve today is to ascertain the reasons why he was here.

"Gentlemen, I trust my reputation precedes me. I am a man who does not like to waste my time or anyone else's. I can only assume that my actions are under surveillance and this conversation is being recorded. I must admit that I had an opportunity of being in the Hotel lobby last evening when a few of your representative were, shall we say, staking out the room. I assure you Gentlemen, this is not at all necessary. I am here, like you to locate and hopefully convince Kim to return to his family."

As evidence of his good will he reached inside his jacket and brought out an envelope containing sovereign papers, under the signature and seal of the Chan So family, delegating him full and unrestricted guardianship of Kim Chan So.

Martin Graham spoke - "Mr. Montri please accept our appreciation for your time this morning and to understand that we, I believe, are all here for the same reason. The Agencies have been following Kim Chan So for almost a year now as he keeps crossing the International Boarder for the past few months. I believe this is the longest he has stayed in the Country and it is now causing some security concerns for us all."

"I am in total agreement. As you are aware Mr. Graham, yesterday I spend a brief amount of time at the Banking Tower near the apartment building where I believe Kim is staying. Kim's family has not heard from him in over six months. I am impressed with the street surveillance that you have in place. It is of great concern, but of no surprise, that the AOC is so glaringly present on your streets. They of course are pursuing the currency that Kim allegedly fled the State with."

Martin Graham again spoke - "Is it true Sir, did he leave the State with over 22 Million Dollars?"

"The authorities are estimating currency of $150,000.000. Yuan, which I believe once converted would equal some 22 million, but in answering your question it would appear that he did take the money. I still question if that money belongs to the State or the So family; but of course that is not why we are here today. "

"Are you sure he is inside the apartment?"

"Surveillance shows them arriving on Monday. No evidence of them leaving the apartment since then."

"Is he not jogging?"

"We thought the same, but we have had surveillance on the pathways and at the recreational center, but nothing. We made attempts to enter the apartment building yesterday, but when the front desk called up to their apartment no one answered. The vehicle plates were run, with everything coming back in the name of his companion; and she is only a visitor to the Country."

"I promise you, if he is not jogging, he is not in that apartment."

They exchanged contact information, shook hands and turned to depart; when Chanarong Montri turned and asked where Mr. Kayn was at this time.

Martin Graham shrugged his shoulders indicating that he had no idea of either the name or activity of Mr. Kayn.

"Very well then; but do please send my regards... Gentlemen, until later."
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Kayn remembered the days long ago that he assisted his clients in discreetly moving money overseas; but now the laws prohibit such involvement and for many years he has grown accustomed to his life style and would not enjoy a stay, even at a white color, minimum security facility for such action. Kayn returned to his files prepared by the International Financial Action Task Force where they had traced the funds to a numbered Grand Cayman account; then within hours of their deposit, it was like watching fireworks; starting as a single cylinder and igniting into thousands of filaments throughout space, and the money was gone. Investigators had traced some funds going to Switzerland, Jerzy, The Isle of Man, Panama, the Philippines and Burma, but then disappearing from those accounts as well. Since returning to the Country neither Kim nor his companion had created a paper trail, everything was in cash, airline tickets, the purchase of the apartment, the car; all utilities remained in the name of the past owners.

Kayn was convinced that the cash was disbursed and safely secured inside multiple safety deposit boxes throughout the world.

Over the last 11 months Kim Chan So had travelled to Japan, Italy, England, United States, Mexico, Switzerland, Philippines, and Canada. His companion was tracked through the United States, Mexico, Switzerland, and Panama, and Canada. The two never visiting the same country at the same time, except for the United States; which was only over 24 hours and then they boarded a flight to Canada.
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If they had wished for better luck it came fast and unexpected; the fire truck sirens echoed through the streets of downtown. From the 12th floor they stood not believing what they were witnessing on the street below, an all-call evacuation had been ordered by Emergency Services for the recreational center and the adjacent apartment building. An explosion at the center had occurred when a contractor mistakenly released chemicals into the ventilation system; the fumes had gone through the air and had now been drawn into the roof top fresh air vents of the apartment building. Everywhere, people were walking, running, some being assisted by medical attendants, but there was a mass exodus onto the streets from the center and the apartment building. Security Agents so anxious to get to the site did not wait for the elevators; they took the stairs, descending 3 at a time. The police had sectioned off a vacant parking lot, adjacent to the evacuated sites for the pedestrian traffic to congregate. As the Agents mingled through the crowds, now in excess of 2,000, not one was reporting visual sightings of their party. They stood at all barricade lines, they mingled, assisting the emergency medical teams where needed, but no sighting of Kim Chan So. After 2 hours the fire department called in an all-clear for the apartment building and the crowds headed towards the entrance of the building. Four Agents had volunteered to hold the four doors open allowing them to take a close up visual scan of each person passing by. It was not until the final ten residents came trickling by did an Agent recognize, not Kim Chan So, but his companion. She was wearing an oversized hat with monstrous sunglasses; as she passed her head remained lowered. With all the confusion no one noticed the Agent follow her into the building, passing the concierge desk without question. He was grateful that the hallways were overflowing with people so he remained undetected as he continued down the hall making sure he remained a good distance from her. The elevators were kept on lock down as the Fire Department had not yet finished the roof top inspections so access to the upper floors was only via the stairwell. At a distance he saw her disappear inside the stairwell and he quickly followed. He passed all others that had decided to ascend the stairs, but he did not see her. He kept climbing, stopping on each floor to check to see if she had stopped, but still no sight of her. He climbed to the 12th, still no site of her. To be safe he continued his climb until he passed the Firemen descending down the stairs. He questioned if anyone had passed them and they confirmed no.

He turned and travelled down to the parking lot, searching for her vehicle, a white 2005 Toyota Matrix. Nothing, it was not there. He notified the other Agents still outside the building. Martin Graham relayed that he wanted the Agent to return to the 12 floor and knock on the apartment door; if asked he was building security or emergency services. The Agent again charged the stairs to the 12th floor, finding the apartment and repeatedly knocked on the door, but no answer. A neighbor came forth and volunteered that the couple in that apartment were so nice, getting her groceries when she was ill and picking up her paper in the lobby each day. The Agent asked if she had spoken with them recently. The lady confirmed that it had always been the woman that spoke, explaining that her husband did not speak English. He continued to knock, but still no answer. The neighbor could not understand where they had gotten to; she just saw them outside the building. She then unknowingly answered everyone's question confirming that, due to allergies her neighbor used the stairwell each day to run in. She was always so amazed that he was able to run up and down the stairs several times a day, without disturbing anyone in the building. Her parting comment, before her apartment door closed was "What wonderful neighbors they are, I hope they don't plan on leaving."

The Agent reported back to Martin Graham and returned to the street.
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Living at the gateway of the majestic Rockies or while rising above the skyline in the urban maze, Wendi enjoys being a trendsetter. Challenging herself throughout her career in public relations and community development she accepted each challenge as a leader and adventurer. Her voyage continues, documenting her passionate interests in the wilds of nature, to the downtown streets of the City; recognizing the wealth of knowledge within each subject that she partners with.

Wendi's short stories and poems can be found at: http://smile-practicalknowledge.blogspot.com/

Contact Wendi at rgm@davincibb.net

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Checkmate - Chapter VI

"GET ME A DOUBLE WHISKY NEAT." It was only 11:30 in the morning, but Kay needed a drink and probably a lot more before this day was over.

Arriving in the overnight mail was an envelope to his attention marked Personal & Confidential with a return address of the Fraser Lake Penitentiary stamped on the face; he knew only one person at that address, Dr. Albert Morton.

Sitting at the bar Kayn thought back many years ago when he first met Albert Morton, a man of honor, of regard and duty who had taken Kayn into his circle; introducing him to affluence, power and authority; an environment Kayn had long considered himself deprived of. Kayn did not like thinking of those moments; he had always conducted his life justifying his actions by the ends justify the means. Albert Morton represents a time in Kayn's life while he was climbing the ladder. He had been successful eliminating all others he had passed on his ascent to the top; all but Albert Morton.

Kayn looked up at the bartender with only an order to "leave the bottle."

Within a few months of meeting Albert he had found a part time job for Kayn in the research department at the University. Working closely together Kayn began to comprehend the extent of Albert's authority; a respected Professor of Political Science, his work at the University anchored at the intersections of law, politics and policy, specializing in crime/punishment and political psychology. His published works had been on display in the Libraries throughout the Universities across the country.

For three years Kayn dedicated each moment he had when not at the Bank, to the University and the Professors. He studied precedents, sat in the lecture halls, delivered coffee, dry-cleaning, returned telephone calls, anything that would give him presence. After a year, Kayn became part of their alumni, trusted and honored with their confidence.

After losing his wife to Alzheimer's, Albert volunteered at homeless shelters in his spare time; giving legal support and advise to many families. He knew not to cross the line, for that fact, he wrote and drew the line for the Volunteer Policy Manual at the Shelters. But, he allowed one woman to cross over.

He had been at the Shelter the day Alyssa walked through the doors. She was different from the others; unfamiliar to the others she remained alone attempting to guard her physical bruising. Albert approached her and asked if she would like a coffee. Alyssa accepted Albert's offer and joined him at his desk. He enjoyed her English accent and as she spoke he tried to imagine the circumstances that took place to force her into this unknown environment. Alyssa was a woman of grace and refinement. Still unaware of the circumstances, Albert had already concluded that the person responsible for this should be jailed.

Using any excuse he visited her at the shelter daily. He was able to review her file confirming that she was not from within the City, but on the outskirts. A police check confirmed that she was neither wanted nor lost; she needed shelter and protection. The interview summary by the staff reported that her bruising and scars were the responsibility of her husband; yet she chose not to press charges. This was a common resolve of most of the women and children that arrived at the shelter, always taking responsibility for their state.

Alyssa immediately started volunteering to assist the staff with all their duties; she was comforting to the children, to their mothers, she helped serve meals and then tidy up after. She was given a position in the infirmary where, at this time, there were four infants in the adjacent nursery. Alyssa adored taking care of the babies; staying with them twenty-four hours a day. At the end of each day Albert stopped in so they could share a coffee and hear of each other's day. The staff looked the other way, thinking that their growing friendship was therapeutic for both of them.

Their friendship grew over the months; they shared companionship.

Alyssa had found a small furnished apartment near the shelter. She began gaining confidence in herself, her future life and her growing partnership with Albert. She never spoke of her past life and Albert chose not to prod. They met for the occasional lunch and dinner at neighborhood eateries, but preferring to sit in the comfort of Alyssa's apartment relishing in each other's daily successes.

Albert was used to forgetting lecture notes and texts at Alyssa's apartment, where he would work into the wee hours of the morning as she slept.

While working in the nursery, she was called to the phone.

"I'm so sorry to bother you Alyssa, but I have forgotten my lecture notes on the kitchen table. Can I send someone to pick them up? I would not bother you with this, but I do need them for this afternoons lecture."

"Of course Albert." I do have to go home at lunch; would it be possible for someone to meet me there?"

"Certainly, I will arrange it. Thank you so much Alyssa. I'll see you later. Should I make dinner reservations?"

"No, let's eat in tonight."

"Perfect"

The door bell rang and Alyssa picked up the envelope containing Albert's notes, unlocked the door and opened it to see Kayn standing there.

"Hello Mother... so you are the captivating secret that has captured our Professor Morton's heart."

Alyssa, stunned at Kayn's presence, clung onto the door frame for support. She had not spoken to Kayn in several years. As he had promised when he left the family ranch, he would not return; forwarding no address to the family. Looking at him now exuding such confidence within himself she could not help but be pleased. Yet looking into his eyes they were no longer the young innocent boy who relished in her stories of England; these eyes were his fathers, full of distrust and hate.

"Hello Kayn, would you like to come in?"

Kayn swallowed the bile that had found its way into his throat, wanting to explode with rage; this woman disgusted him, he could no longer think of her as his Mother. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his focus, but his repulsion was apparent.

"I would prefer not Mother, but I don't have a choice. If you could do your utmost to hasten this moment I would be eternally grateful."

"Kayn, it is so good to see you. I had no idea you were working with Albert. What a wonderful mentor he would be for you."

"Mother, let's not waste time with pretense. Unless I am mistaken you are still a married woman, are you not? How dare you shame me in such a display of wantonness. I am ordering you to stop seeing Albert Morton; if you chose to continue this immorality I will do everything in my power to eradicate you and him."
"Kayn, I left your father months ago. Albert has given me the names of some family Lawyers that I could possibly use to start proceeding for a divorce."

He stood motionless, showing no interest in her reasons.

"Kayn, you left home for similar reasons, why is it okay for you, but not for me; I could not take one more minute of that mans brutality. I had no one to turn to Kayn. Albert is my dear friend; he has shown me understanding and support."

A long silence filled the room. Kayn moved toward Alyssa, removed the envelope from her hand, turned and left the apartment.

Alyssa sat down and wept.

Kayn's rage overtook logic.

How dare she; she is my mother, she has no right, she forced me to live in that environment for many years until I was broken into many pieces, now she wants my sympathy. I swear I will not forgive her and I will take my revenge.

Albert was waiting in the lecture hall when Kayn walked in.

"Everything go okay Kayn?"

Kayn looked at Albert, looking for any indication that he had spoken with Alyssa and knew of their meeting... nothing.

"Everything went fine."

"Good, now that you have met Alyssa, perhaps we can all get together for lunch. I know you will enjoy her Kayn."

"Sure Albert, just give me a date."

Kayn excused himself not being able to continue this faade.

In the coming months he had been successful in turning down several invitations from Albert to join them for lunch.

Alyssa's presence at the University was common place. She would wait for Albert in his office or she would wander the grounds of the University enjoying the interaction with both Professors and students.

Albert continued to work with Kayn showing no knowledge of his relationship with Alyssa.

Their growing relationship infuriated Kayn and as he promised his mother, he set out to seek his revenge.
Kayn's position at the Bank had expanded to a corner office where he was assigned to investment/portfolios.

He created a fictitious financial empire in the name of Dr. Albert Morton; with holdings throughout the world. With the Bank holding trust securities for the University, it allowed Kayn access to their holdings. He started a paper trail in the name of Albert Morton to secure substantial funding for research and travel. He filed fraudulent requisitions, reimbursement vouchers and commenced money transfers to Albert Morton's holdings.

This continued for several months, with the University continuing to support the requisitions from Dr. Morton, authorizing the Bank to supply full reimbursement. With accumulative asset transfers to Dr. Albert Morton now exceeding one million dollars, the audit review committee asked to meet with the University Chancellor.

Albert Morton was called to the Chancellor's office where he was asked for full disclosure. Reviewing the complexity of the charges for all these months, Albert could only offer his full denial of any knowledge of the transfers. He was placed on a leave of absence from the University and told to retain a lawyer.
Within a week his bank accounts, securities, home and vehicle were all frozen.

Albert moved into Alyssa's apartment. He could not understand what was happening to him. Alyssa knew Albert could not have had anything to do with this. Her heart was breaking each day watching Albert finding the strength to defend himself. His associates no longer called giving him support; nor did anyone from the University return his calls. She kept asking Albert to think of who would do such a thing to him. He had no answer. He conducted his life as an example to others, in conduct, in ethics, in morality; he cherished the principles of the law, but at this time his vulnerability gave way to having no defense for himself.

Alyssa had been given notice at the Shelter that they were forced to cut back staff and she would be let go at the end of the week. She understood the real reasons and truly was not disappointed leaving the Shelter. Since all that had conspired with Albert, the environment at the Shelter for her had gone from welcoming to defensive. Almost finishing her last shift she was called to the phone.

"Hello"

"Hello Mother, this is your son."

"What would you like Kayn."

"I am curious, have you come forth with Albert, apprising him of the truth as to who you really are."

"No, he has had too many other urgent matters pressing on him. My situation will wait."

"Oh I think that very unwise Mother. You see what is happening to Albert is anything but disengaged from you."

"Kayn, what are you talking about?"

"Well Mother I am really not at liberty to talk to you about it, in fact, I really don't know the full extent of Albert's demise, but I assure you he has only you to thank for his ruin."

With those words their connection was terminated.

Albert arrived at the apartment after 10:00 that evening, having been with his counsel all day. Alyssa wished there was another time to burden him with this, but did not want to deprive him of this information that may be of help to him.

Albert sat there listening to the trail of events and is subsequent slide into this nightmare, continually trying to separate his personal feelings to those he had taught for all these years, so that he could follow the web of tactical brilliance laid out by Kayn. For a moment he remembered all the afternoons in his office where he and Kayn had entertained themselves with very challenging games of Chess. Looking at the multitude of strategic fibers and avenues set into play by Kayn in the filtering and laundering of all these trust funds, it all took on greater significance.

Albert knowing Kayn in some respects better than Kayn, knew where he would be at 6:30 the next morning and was waiting. He wasted no time apprising Kayn of his newly found knowledge and swore that Kayn would not be successful in his mandate and promised to take immediate steps to have Kayn removed from his employment at the University. But by this time several of the Trustees were the benefactors of sizable grants in favor of their Departments, all of course anonymous but each paper trail lead back to the Bank.

It would take another two years to have Albert's defense heard in a Court of Law. A multitude of arguments were recorded, but very little proof and evidence could be substantiated.

Kayn waited in the balcony that day for the verdict; Guilty. Standing to leave he only turned back once, to see Alyssa weeping, her face lowered into her hands. Kayn left the Court House feeling vindicated of his actions.

Kayn's attention was brought back when the bartender asked if there would be anything else. Kayn shook his head indicating nothing, stood, leaving the money for his tab on the counter. He looked at his watch surprised that it was already 3:00 p.m. He had agreed to meet Irene at her apartment later that afternoon so that they could finalize their trip to Miami. He was not at all thrilled looking forward to spending time with her children, but without tackling and meeting them head on, their dislike for him would only get worse and certainly call an end to his relationship with their mother. He found Irene comfortable, she demanded very little of him and gave so much of herself.

He returned to his office and proceeded to open up his mail.
Albert Morton always a man of few words wrote in impeccable penmanship.

Kayn:
It is with great comfort that I am writing to inform you that I am being released from Fraser Lake in precisely two weeks time. I have completed my full term in the facility earning an honest salary working in the library. In this environment I have had the time to research various arguments and precedents over the past many years of my incarceration.

I have no doubt you comprehend the full understanding of my words to you now.

My biggest regret was the passing of Alyssa. She honored our friendship throughout the years and it will always be my biggest regret not being with her during her last moments.

I personally have no regard for you, but she did, as your Mother.

I look forward to our next encounter Kayn.

Albert Morton

Kayn folded the letter placing it back inside the envelope, rose and opened his wall safe, inserting the document inside and mechanically closing the door. He emerged from his office not addressing his secretary, moved towards the elevator lobby and disappeared behind closed doors. At this moment he could not gather together a semblance of authority.

Living at the gateway of the majestic Rockies or while rising above the skyline in the urban maze, Wendi enjoys being a trendsetter. Challenging herself throughout her career in public relations and community development she accepted each challenge as a leader and adventurer. Her voyage continues, documenting her passionate interests in the wilds of nature, to the downtown streets of the City; recognizing the wealth of knowledge within each subject that she partners with.
Wendi's short stories and poems can be found at: http://smile-practicalknowledge.blogspot.com/

Contact Wendi at rgm@davincibb.net

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Checkmate: Chapter I

The Predator Kayn's reputation preceded him. He enjoyed the charade of being brought in as a consultant and thereafter quickly rising to positions of authority. He remained active on the many Board of Director for the Corporations securing his expertise. His walls decorated with professional acknowledgments. To justify his annual honorarium he would not hesitate eliminating what he would convince others as being frivolous overheads. He championed himself as a respectable human being, prideful of his chameleon Coat of Arms, allowing his characters into the light...his target always those perched innocently far beneath him.

They came through the revolving doors, knowing they had only a few moments to relax and enjoy the sun centered high in the sky. Clusters of workers filling the vistas, blending and congregating, all escaping from their perches from within the glass menageries; now only interested in the fair offered at the assembly of kiosks waiting with sizzling entrees.

High from above he looked down into the crowds scattered and scurried along the street; reminding Kayn of worker ants busy and all absorbing in their quest. As mirrored in his own life, Kayn stood confidently behind reflective glass from the 50th floor wondering how many of those ants are within his match. The exterior blueprint of this great structure was designed to be welcoming and unpretentious in its power. The architects had been successful with their mandate, to eclipse the immeasurable footprint of fifty-two stories of immeasurable plate glass, framed in hammered copper, successful in reflecting only the beauty of the long weaving tree lined vistas crowned by the imposing skyline.

Kayn, with no further authority required, placed an X on the blue prints where his office was to be located. A vision of boundless landscape, presenting authority and domination; traits he was confident living through.

Arriving in the City years before, lacking education yet sheathed in confidence and personality, Kayn set his agenda and knew his targets. After researching long term prospects, he took a job as a clerk at a small bank and within a short while had managed to secure his footing with the President, who was from a formidable family residing in the District for several generations. He surrounded himself with as many influential people as possible. At night, in the silence of his small boarding room, he mimicked the mannerisms witnessed each day through his reflection in the mirror. After a year of forging his front he had successfully positioned himself to travel in the clique of the inner core, attending family gatherings, summer parties, successfully resulting in his marriage to the family's eldest daughter and opened the door for his placement as a Vice President at the Bank. Within a short while his family had grown to include four children. His wife prideful in duplicating her own upbringing and without disappointment to him, raising the girls in her image of a picture perfect homemaker and the boys to respect from afar, their father.

Decedents from England Kayn's parents had arrived in the foothills of the Rockies at the turn of the century. His grandfather, an English Baron, sent his youngest son to the Americas, with orders not to return to England; accompanied by his wife and nothing more than the family coat of arms and a commitment to a monthly living allowance. They soon became a dominant force in the cattle industry, purchasing primary quantities of lands throughout the foothills. Begrudged by the locals for the pretentious English lifestyle that Kayn's mother rallied to perpetuate, they remained isolated deep in the foothills. Kayn, together with his two older brothers busied themselves on the farm, under the daily dictatorship and brutality of their father. Kayn was taught at an early age the principals of deceit and deception. When he turned 16, his father told him that he would inherit sections of the family land, though not suitable for sustained ranching or grazing, yet he was charged with its care. His older brothers would accept the titles of the many hundreds of sections of rich viable lands. Kayn had always been an embarrassment to his father; since birth always favoring his mother's heritage of English refinement. He had no interest in living amongst livestock for the remainder of his life. He preferred to travel with his Mother on her trips to the local Hamlets for supplies. There he would listen to the stories of the other English remittance families and learn of their lifestyles, including private boarding schools, polo and cricket matches and the Sunday hunts; an upper class society that Kayn vowed he would be part of.

He successfully built a library, from A to Z, on each and everyone as he passed through the tiers of the Bank always remembering the importance of each person, regardless of the location of their perch. Time allowed him to become a master in immaculate endings; as a manipulative chess player his victory was not set out to be fleeting, his traps hidden, yet all in clear view. His opponent, never knowing the match was underway, until check mate was called; his game ended with less humanity than the ease of being swallowed by quicksand.

Losing is not a badge he accepts under any circumstance; compromise was another handicap he would not entertain, yet when life took control, regardless of his wealth and the multitude of dedications he challenged the Specialists with, time was taken from his wife, ending a ten year battle to a hideous and undefeatable cancer. He was respectful and astute in greeting all those who came to her service. Of course, Kayn had ensured prior to their children arriving at her bed side and her comas, all family interests together with her 49% stock share in the Bank had all been placed in his name.

Within a month of the funeral and the children all returning to their lives and families scattered along each coast, Kayn sold the family estate. Over the last months, if not at the hospice with his wife, or at work, he was viewing riverfront Penthouses preparing for his future life. He had selected a gated community close, but not obvious to his latest acquisition, an attractive widow who had been offering him comfort and support over the last months of his wife's life.

He was comfortable blending into the surroundings of his new home. He had befriended many of the personnel in the community, stopping each day to chat and listen; always establishing their capacities for a position on his chess board. He acknowledged as his neighbors pass through the lobby finding time to only acquiesce those around them, considered as nothing more than the hired employees. Kayn on the other hand waited patiently for their stories, the stories behind the impenetrable fortress; they all held chapters, bits and pieces that he would learn.

This day he carried onto the mailroom greeting a neighbor, a successful real estate broker, who he had done business with on many previous occasions. A well known family to the community, known to be blessed in both family and profession. Yet Kayn was aware of the repeated visits by his wife to the battered women shelters, her cocaine habit resulting in several visits to various centers throughout the country. He knew, while she was away, of the never ending parade of women that would again pass through the lobby. He also knew of the occasion when a rather forceful young lady, deciding to confront his wife with their affair and so determined she had successfully found her way into the locked fortress by taking refuse in the trunk of a cleaning ladies car, then moving undetected up the stairwells; until by chance, a passing maintenance man, long dedicated to the family and their gifts, identified her and called the police. The security breach was written up in the newsletter as nothing more than an unknown intruder.

But of course this was not the time or place to move his positions on the chess board; after exchanging pleasantries they each turned and went their appropriate ways; one to the mother of his six children waiting to greet her husband after 28 years of marriage; the other to his waiting lady friend who, unbeknownst to Kayn, had spend most of her day under the acute watchful eyes of her own children questioning their mothers recent acquaintance.

For a few minutes of each day Kayn found this modest community entertaining and amusing but always looked forward to returning to the 50th floor.

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Checkmate - Chapter V

"WELCOME BACK TO BAR COVE MR. & MRS. BAO. As you requested we reserved the westerly beach front for your exclusive use. Other than the custodial staff that will remain on the island to assist you, you have full and private use of all the amenities. Your groceries from Keppella Marina arrived earlier and everything has been placed in your Hut. We hope you enjoy your stay." Kim & Shai shook hands with the Owners thanked them and walked towards their beach front Hut.

After landing at the Vancouver International Airport they used the two hour layover for their flight to Brisbane to purchase luggage, clothing and other travelling attire. The emergency evacuation at the apartment building left no time for packing. Fleeing the apartment building was more eventful than what Kim had anticipated. Kim, after identifying the Security Agents patrolling the parking lot, proceeded to emergency services with a story that he had inhaled exhaust fumes while at the gym and was now feeling nauseous and very faint. He was immediately placed on a stretcher and put inside an ambulance with an oxygen mask put on, successfully covering his face. When a curious Agent asked about the patient the Paramedics confirmed he was from the gym and not the apartment building. From the ambulance he watched Shai as she entered the apartment building. She recognized the Agents from the parking lot now at the front door monitoring everyone as they passed through. Keeping her face downwards she crossed over the threshold but felt multiple eyes focused on her. From behind her someone called out "Miss...excuse me, can I speak with you..." Shai ignored the request and moved quickly down the hallway. She did not turn around, but knew someone was following her. She had almost reached a crossover in the corridor that would allow her access to a room, temporarily set up for dry-cleaning deliveries and pickups. The permanent room was under renovation so the temporary room was unmarked from identification. Shai worried that she had enough time to turn the corner, insert her access key in the lock, enter and be able to close the door before her pursuer turned the corner.

Maneuvering around hundreds of tenants in the hallway the Agent made the turn following his last sighting of Shai and continued down the hallway passing by the door that Shai had entered only moments ago. She remained in the room for the next while, waiting for some of the traffic to decrease in the hallway. Looking through the multiple orders that remained on shelves and hangers she found an outfit that fit her and quickly put it on over her own cloths, wrapped a scarf around over her head, as well gathered several bags of laundered shirts to carry to camouflage her face. She left the room and travelled down the corridor into the stairwell then doubled back to the exit leading out to the rear of the building and the visitor parking lot where she her car was waiting. Failing any complications they had agreed she would follow him to the hospital.

As she travelled along the avenues she hoped there was still time to move about before any bulletins were posted by the authorities. She arrived at the emergency ward with a choice of seats, it was early in the afternoon and the rush had not started. She contacted her travel agent in Grand Cayman to arrange for immediate air line tickets to Brisbane. Within 15 minutes all the arrangements were made. They were travelling under the name of Mr. & Mrs. Juan & Ky Bao (Shai's grandmothers maiden name). Shai always carried these travel passports and required identification with her. Kim came through the doors leading to the ward; Shai stood up and walked over to meet him. So anxious to get to the airport, neither turned back to see Chanarong Montri in the reverse row of seats.

From the Banking Hall Chanarong also witnessed the evacuation of the apartment building. In all the confusion he readily saw Kim and later identified Shai; but his focus never left Kim. He too saw the Agents, several in number, mingling in the crowd. When the ambulance carrying Kim left the lot, he followed arriving at the Hospital; waited in a darkened alcove of the Emergency room. When Shai arrived he waited for her to sit and become occupied in her chair so he could take a seat behind her and listen to her conversations. Once he knew of their travel arrangements he called Veronica to make their necessary plans. Veronica arrived at the Hospital in a private Town Car and waited in the visitor lane way outside the Emergency room doors.
Kim and Shai drove to the storage warehouse lot and pulled their car into the storage container they had leased months ago; removed all identification and locked the doors. They walked to the airport shuttle stand and boarded the bus that would take her to the airport.

Their tickets were waiting for them at the Airline wicket and they proceeded to Gate 27 to board their connecting flight to Vancouver.

While on the plane Shai sent several communications; the first to Yellow Cabs requesting a car to meet them at the Brisbane airport, and the others were confirming their accommodations at Bar Cove. The last time on the Island Shai had made a substantial deposit for future reservations avoiding the need to provide a credit card. After clearing customs and collecting their luggage they identified themselves to the cab and immediately requested to go to the Commonwealth Bank. Entering the Bank, keeping their hats and sunglasses on offered them some margin of obscurity from the cameras. They slide their passports and photo identification under the two-way metal slider for the guard to inspect and he then released the lock on the door allowing them through. They moved to the elevator which took them down to the vault housing their lock-box. Shai, along with the Bank custodian, inserted her keys to open the lock and remove the box. Waiting until staff had left the room Kim and Shai said nothing. Shai lifted the lid and removed several manila envelopes containing Australian notes valued at $100,000.00. Kim returned the box to the vault and Shai inserted her two keys to secure it back into place. From the Bank they returned to the airport and boarded a shuttle flight and then a charter helicopter to Bar Cove. Cherishing the isolation and beauty of the Island they were anxious not to have to remember the last two weeks. They were not disappointed when resting in the hammocks looking into the sunset. This time of day always reminded them of China; the evening sky torched in tangerines and aqua silks blowing in the trade winds, when from nowhere the humpback whales would rise out of the tides and land creating geyser's of ivory foam; a tapestry rising through the cascading tangerine silks.

As Kim and Shai settled into their Hut, another couple had arrived and was being shown their accommodations on the south beach. Chanarong Montri and Veronica Bartola's reservation was last minute, but readily accepted as soon as Veronica's name was mentioned. Well known as the Prima ballerina from Italy, they were honored to have her as their guest.

Kayn had received an update from the local authorities that a previous detainee to their jail by the name of Wei Shai had been admitted into the Hospital earlier in the day and show no further signs of distress, had been discharged. Arriving in an ambulance no forwarding address was documented at the Hospital. The officers questioned the hospital staff for further information, but received nothing. Martin Graham arrived at the Hospital securing surveillance tapes of visitors to the Emergency room. It was not long before the cameras focused on Kim Chan So. He was exiting the ward with a companion.

Transferring to another camera monitoring the outside doors Martin followed the pair as they travelled along the sidewalk towards the public parking lot where they disappeared. The camera posted at the exit toll gate of the visitor parking lot was out of service. Martin almost had his finger on the stop button, when he noticed the Town Car, parked along the roadway and none other than Chanarong Montri getting into the back seat. Martin called his Agents and asked that they again make a house call to Mr. Garrison at the Hotel.

As the Agents waited in the Lobby for Mr. Garrison to again return to the Hotel, they knew the response that awaited them. Through the doors he came, not acknowledging the night staff, focused on the Agents, who again demanded his attention in the middle of the night.

"Gentlemen, is this customary of your office? Conducting interviews only in the middle of the night?"
"Please accept our apologies for again disturbing you Mr. Garrison, but we have been attempting to contact Mr. Montri and have been told by the desk that he is unavailable and any further questions must be brought to your attention."

He turned and went behind the desk, speaking with the attendants. Satisfied with their response he turned to the Agents;

"I will volunteer only that Mr. Montri had previous travel plans and has left the hotel for a few days."
"Do you know his travel plans? Do you know when he will be returning?"

"No and No, unlike you Agents, we don't interrogate our guests. Mr. Montri's room will be waiting for him when he returns. Now, will there by anything else?"

"Not at this time Mr. Garrison."

"Good evening Gentlemen."

Martin Graham arrived on the 12 Floor where Kayn was waiting.

"Our Agent in Cayman called and advised that airline tickets to Brisbane were purchased in the name of a Mr. & Mrs. Bao. I am just waiting for photo of the passport used clearing customs."

"Kayn, if that is Kim and his partner they would have had to connect in either Vancouver or Los Angeles, there are no direct flights to Brisbane from here and I don't think that Kim would risk clearing US customs."

As Martin spoke confirmation arrived that indeed photo ID confirmed that Mr. Bao was indeed Kim Chan So.

"Are we any closer to finding the money? Is it even in the Country? Now that he's gone, I would like to say good riddance, but with our friend Mr. Montri possibly returning and the AOC boys once again setting up camp on the street corner, I have gut feeling that money is somewhere within our reach."

"Let's find out where Chanarong Montri has travelled too? Let's also find out where his lovely partner is."

Living at the gateway of the majestic Rockies or while rising above the skyline in the urban maze, Wendi enjoys being a trendsetter. Challenging herself throughout her career in public relations and community development she accepted each challenge as a leader and adventurer. Her voyage continues, documenting her passionate interests in the wilds of nature, to the downtown streets of the City; recognizing the wealth of knowledge within each subject that she partners with.
Wendi's short stories and poems can be found at: http://smile-practicalknowledge.blogspot.com/

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Checkmate - Chapter III

HAVING HANDLED THE OVERNIGHT COMMUNICATIONS KAYN TOOK THE ELEVATOR FROM THE 50TH FLOOR DOWN TO THE LOBBY TO GET A COFFEE AND NEWSPAPER; the concession had not been open when he passed through the lobby earlier at 5:30 a.m. He certainly did not need a coffee or a newspaper, but a few times a week he would pass through the concession and spend a few minutes with the proprietor, a refined English woman, who reminded him somewhat of his mother.

Checking his watch he excused himself, always inconspicuously leaving the change from his $20.00 bill on the counter. He travelled across the lobby and pushed the up button for an elevator to take him to the 12th Floor where he knew the service were waiting for him.

Usually incredibly astute, Kayn did not notice the man standing amongst others in a clustered seating area of the lobby; screening his face with a newspaper, but eyes focused only on Kayn. He followed behind others towards the bank of elevators following Kayn's movement and quickly boarded the same cab. Kayn, being the first on the elevator pushed the indicator light and moved towards the back of the cab turning and immediately taking notice of the man entering. He was attired in quality; a standard that Kayn had taken great time over the years becoming knowledgeable in; Kayn held his newspaper up so not to be obvious in his attention to the detail of the hand-tailored suit this man displayed with simple elegance. He recognized the bespoke tailoring as only that from Gieves & Hawkes of Savile Row in London, England. The elevator doors opened on the 12 floor, but Kayn held back showing no movement to exit. The doors closed and the elevator carried on. The stranger stood confident in his position, never looking up from his newspaper. Each stop Kayn waited for movement from the man, but nothing. They finally arrived at the last stop on the 49th floor where Kayn and an associate stepped off leaving only the stranger in the elevator. Kayn turned and looked back at the stranger who was already locked onto Kayn; the elevator doors were the only thing that broke their stare. Kayn moved to the reception desk and called to the building security and ordered that they monitor elevator 8 and report back on the sole occupant in the cab; he wanted to know every movement this man made.

An elevator arrived on the 49th floor and returned Kayn to the 12th floor wherein he departed and proceeded directly through the doors leading him to the back office. The walls facing the street were in reflective plate glass, but to ensure asylum the lights had not been turned on. Looking down the vista, Kayn saw how the Intelligence Service had been so successful taking the photographs of the streets surrounding the apartment building housing Kim Chan So.

He was joined by the Field Supervisor who was quick to point out the black Town Car parked between two vehicles having a clear uninterrupted view of the parkade doors and the entrance doors to the apartment building.

Kayn looked down at all the people moving back and forth along the walkways, travelling alone or with a group; all oblivious of the surveillance that surrounded them at each moment.

He was passed a summary report detailing the activity in and around the apartment building for the past 72 hours. After being released from detention, Kim Chan So was picked up by his companion and they immediately returned to the apartment. All surveillance since that time indicated that they had not left the apartment.

Reports on Kim Chan So confirmed that he was an accomplished athlete, best known for his marathon long distance challenges throughout China and Europe. Intelligence reports had hundreds of photos of Kim Chan So running along the riverfront pathways. All the photos, in chronological order, documented Kim running, never choosing a regulated pattern or time, but every day, rain or shine. Hiding in plain site amongst thousands of other enjoying the riverfront pathways.

Farther in the report were floor plans of the apartment building confirming that no gym was available in the building. Further interviews with the staff indicated that the apartment Kim Chan So resided in has had no deliveries or work done since their arrival. Looking at the MLS listing it was a simple one bedroom unit, sparsely furnished located on the 12 floor with a north-west exposure.

A security officer knocked on the entrance door and requested Kayn return to the lobby. Once there he was advised that elevator 8 had returned to the lobby with no occupant. Kayn ordered the security desk to retrieve all tapes monitoring the elevators and the lobby between 5:00 a.m. and 12:00 noon and get them to his office immediately.

Kayn left the office building and walked towards the apartment building. He remained on the opposite side of the street so not to interfere with surveillance on the Town Car, which remained on the street. Kayn was trying to determine why Kim Chan So returned to this apartment building, knowing that the authorities now had him under surveillance. If he was no longer able to run the pathways along the river front was he satisfied staying within the four walls of the apartment or had he found another source. Kayn's eyes immediately turned towards the flow of traffic coming and going into the downtown recreation facility; a perfect location, drawing all the downtown office traffic throughout the day, as well as the traffic from China Town. It was perfect, hiding in right under everyone's nose. Kayn returned to his office and asked an assistant to arrange for a meeting with the Directors at the recreational facility that afternoon.

The facility Director was briefed that afternoon and volunteered her full cooperation. The security officers immediately started reviewing all video films over the past month. The cameras were intense throughout the complex, mounted along the stairwells, exercise rooms, court yards and the Olympic track; everywhere except the change rooms. All registered access cards were cross referenced; all video of the entrance doors were reviewed, but nothing indicated Kim Chan So as a member or user.

Kayn had a previous commitment that evening but left the ongoing surveillance of the videos in the capable hands of the agencies.

He arrived home, quickly taking a shower and changing, they had been invited to the ballet this evening. He knew that Irene was waiting for him at her apartment. Since meeting six months ago they had become very close. He enjoyed her company; they usually met for dinner every day, kept their conversations social and entertaining. They had met each other's family's which caused no end of comments and concerns from both sides. Kayn at one point felt he had to justify his future intentions towards Irene. After that, Kayn and Irene agreed that their friendship would remain that; it seemed much simpler for all concerned.

Everyone met in the lobby where the town car would pick them up. Arriving at the art center with enough time to enjoy a cocktail before taking their seats everyone's mood was pleasant and relaxing. The doors to the theatre opened and ushers were busy escorting everyone to their seats. Kayn, as expected had retained his box seats for another year; nothing surpassed the prestige that came with these seats. Kayn enjoying each moment standing at the balcony edge acknowledging those along the mezzanine. The silhouette of a beautiful woman waiting to take her seat along the front row caught his attention. Once the crowd disbursed to their seats Kayn had an unobstructed view and was taken aback by her escort; none other than the man who had been following him earlier in the day and then had alluded all security monitoring thereafter. The lights dimmed and Kayn took his seat vowing to meet the unknown character at the end of first scene.

Kayn and party rose in applause with the other patrons when the lights went up. The front row of the theatre was missing two people; the beautiful woman and her escort were gone. Kayn walked into the reception area scanning the crowd, but not seeing the couple. For the rest of the evening Kayn remained uncomfortable, suspicious of where this man had disappeared to once again.

Kayn arrived at his office the next morning there was only one message waiting for him; the agency had been successful in identifying the man that had successfully evaded all cameras and security checks yesterday. Security Intelligence identified him through his passport as Chanarong Montri of the Department of Special Investigations of Thailand. His passport places him in the Country, only as a visitor.

Kayn took the file and returned to the 12th floor where he learnt that Chanarong Montri was an experienced Intelligence Officer who had escaped the State the same time as the Chan So family had. At this time Intelligence was not considering him a security risk, but would monitor his movements from this point on. Kayn found that comment somewhat humorous seeing as this man had freely escaped all security detection over the last 24 hours.

Intelligence had not been successful determining any further leads on Kim Chan So from the security videos supplied by the recreation center so it was agreed that members of the team would attempt to visit the apartment building the following day.

Living at the gateway of the majestic Rockies or while rising above the skyline in the urban maze, Wendi enjoys being a trendsetter. Challenging herself throughout her career in public relations and community development she accepted each challenge as a leader and adventurer. Her voyage continues, documenting her passionate interests in the wilds of nature, to the downtown streets of the City; recognizing the wealth of knowledge within each subject that she partners with. Wendi's short stories and poems can be found at: http://smile-practicalknowledge.blogspot.com/

Contact Wendi at rgm@davincibb.net

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Checkmate - Chapter II

KAYN ARRIVED EARLY MONDAY MORNING to the conference room and waited for the others to arrive.

He had hosted the second quarterly Board of Directors meeting for the Bank on Saturday and spent Sunday in his office completing security reports. As Chief Executive Officer he had been given security clearance to work with both Federal and International Security Agencies on matters involving money laundering.

Late Sunday night he had received a call from Security Intelligence reporting that fingerprint identification confirmed the arrest by local authorities of Kim Chan So; who Kayn knew had evaded Federal Agencies since boarding an international flight with a female companion over six months ago.

The arrest of Kim Chan So had put the Department of Foreign Affairs on high security alert. The local authorities knew their detainee as Wei Shai and had no idea of who they were holding. The Immigration Department was notified when no identification could be verified. Fingerprinting scans were sent to the Federal Security Intelligence Service, with Foreign Affairs identifying him as Kim Chan So, the son of an Asian exiled leader.

The Commission has been attempting to intervene and revoke all paper work on his arrest as it was imperative to remove all records of his existence for the purpose of National Security. Since the political takeover in his state, Kim Chan So, together with his family had been identified through Interpol as having multiple contracts on their lives, all directed and contracted from the Asian Criminal Organizations (AOC). Political leaders within the State were accusing them of fleeing with millions of dollars and ancient equities.

The conference room suspended above the 49th floor and tiered down to the open offices was contained by bronze reflective float glass. Other than a board table and chairs no other amenities were available in this secured room. At exactly 6:50 a.m. the elevator doors opened and off came eight individuals; unassuming in their appearance. Anyone passing this group would not have suspected or believed that they represented positions within the Federal Security Intelligence Service, Foreign Affairs and NATO. Once the elevator door closed Kayn inserted his master key to lock off all service to the conference room.
Each taking a chair around the table and emptying, from their unassuming tote bags, multiple files, photographs and tracking data. Kayn recognized the photographs as being taken from the north side of the 12th floor of the Tower.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have work to do," Kayn began the meeting.

Kayn learnt that Kim Chan So had been living in the City under an assumed name. International Affairs had a lead on the contact used to purchase the apartment in the securely staffed building. Intelligence had provided hundreds of photographs identifying several members of the AOC, who had successfully camped out in their cars on the four interconnecting streets surrounding the apartment building. Kim Chan So entered and departed the building for several weeks undetected by using multiple vehicles and disguises, until the early morning hours on Sunday when a car chase ensued through the downtown streets. Police were in pursuit of the vehicle that Kim Chan So was travelling in as well the unidentified vehicles following behind him. Kim Chan So circled the laneway and came out onto the street intentionally colliding with the police car; at this point the other vehicles disappeared before the Police could exit their vehicle.

His companion although witnessed in the vehicle was not present at the time of the arrest and had not returned to their apartment since the arrest.

Several attempts by Federal Affairs to interview Kim Chan So had failed by his refusal to cooperate; he had presented himself to the police as not understanding English requiring a translator.

All Agencies agreed that he must be released from local authorities. Security Intelligent review confirmed on Sunday that four International Agencies would share in monitoring Kim Chan So's activity. He had not given reason for Federal Officials to step in and the Intelligence report directed the Officers to provide security for his ongoing safety while in the Country.

Kayn has been given data on the multiple wire transfers that may have involved Kim Chan So.

It was agreed that they would reconvene on Thursday, not on the 49th floor, but on the 12th floor office held by the Security Intelligence Service, fronted as an employment placement agency.

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