father better brace yourselves. I have to form a task force. You’ve been threatened, not once, but three times!” Scott reminded his wife.
“Caitlin,” Drew interrupted when they were seated at the small table, “the FBI has enough to start the investigation with the Bucklins. We need to get back to your family, the one you grew up with.”
“Where do you want me to start, Drew? You’ve met my parents and my brothers.”
“Let’s start with your brothers.”
“My brothers? I have a great relationship with Dean and Daniel. You can’t possibly think they have anything to do with this. If there’s any Bucklin tie, they’d be in the same situation I am, a genetic link to a multi-billionaire. My brothers would never hurt me.”
The current circumstances Caitlin found herself embroiled in stunned and appalled her. Her defenses and resolve dissolved. She couldn’t imagine a situation more incredulous than this.
“Caitlin, I’m not trying to upset you anymore than you already are but there is clearly some personal family connection to these messages and you’re the target. Someone is either pointing you to the truth, or scaring you away from it. I’m sure Tomas and Scott agree with me and so far the latter motive takes precedence. From what I’ve read about Lukas Bucklin, your father would be the first heir and you’d be the first born grandchild if any concrete proof materialized.”
“So is my family being questioned and scrutinized as we speak?” Caitlin pressed her palm against her forehead, flattening her dark bangs. “God what a mess, just when everything started to straighten out with my career and company, this nightmare flares up.”
“We need to investigate all angles at this point and I’m even sorrier to tell you, Caitlin, your company, employees, and definitely Dr. Tessell, will be questioned. Here’s a cup of coffee. Give me a brief background on your family. With Tomas’s Transportation and Security Administration connections, hopefully from the customs records, we can identify someone who stands out that arrived on the island recently. Being July we might get lucky, this isn’t heavy tourist season. There are only two daily flights; one from Miami, the other from New York, and a handful of connections from San Juan, Puerto Rico this time of year.”
Caitlin sipped her coffee and raised a hand to halt further conversation. “Okay, I’ll fill you in on everyone in my family but first I’m calling my parents. If they’re going to get bombarded with questions, I need to break this news to them beforehand. Scott can give you an outline of everyone else until I finish the call. Here’s my address book.”
* * * *
Caitlin left to phone her family. Scott gave an overview of Caitlin’s relatives then called his supervisor, Frank Felton, the Director of the FBI. Scott relayed the situation. Before Scott could finish, his boss cut him off.
“Scott, of course you have my support and that of the entire FBI in this matter. From what you’ve told me, your wife appears to be the intended target. We can’t discount the fact that some whacko might be using your family to get to you, and therefore the FBI.”
“Thanks, Frank.”
“No problem. Keep me posted and I’m glad you have Tomas down there dealing with the local authorities and leading this investigation. The Bucklin family, whew! We’re going to have our hands full with them.” Frank concluded the phone call.
* * * *
Caitlin speed dialed her father’s cell-phone. He picked up on the second ring. “Dad, I need to talk to you, so I hope you’re not in the middle of anything.”
“Caitlin, what is it? Everything okay?”
Caitlin detected the fear in her father’s voice and attempted to reassure him. “Everyone’s safe. There’s been an incident. I wanted to call you before the FBI pounce on you. They’ll have quite a few questions about your real father, whoever that may be. I’ll tell you
“Caitlin,” Drew interrupted when they were seated at the small table, “the FBI has enough to start the investigation with the Bucklins. We need to get back to your family, the one you grew up with.”
“Where do you want me to start, Drew? You’ve met my parents and my brothers.”
“Let’s start with your brothers.”
“My brothers? I have a great relationship with Dean and Daniel. You can’t possibly think they have anything to do with this. If there’s any Bucklin tie, they’d be in the same situation I am, a genetic link to a multi-billionaire. My brothers would never hurt me.”
The current circumstances Caitlin found herself embroiled in stunned and appalled her. Her defenses and resolve dissolved. She couldn’t imagine a situation more incredulous than this.
“Caitlin, I’m not trying to upset you anymore than you already are but there is clearly some personal family connection to these messages and you’re the target. Someone is either pointing you to the truth, or scaring you away from it. I’m sure Tomas and Scott agree with me and so far the latter motive takes precedence. From what I’ve read about Lukas Bucklin, your father would be the first heir and you’d be the first born grandchild if any concrete proof materialized.”
“So is my family being questioned and scrutinized as we speak?” Caitlin pressed her palm against her forehead, flattening her dark bangs. “God what a mess, just when everything started to straighten out with my career and company, this nightmare flares up.”
“We need to investigate all angles at this point and I’m even sorrier to tell you, Caitlin, your company, employees, and definitely Dr. Tessell, will be questioned. Here’s a cup of coffee. Give me a brief background on your family. With Tomas’s Transportation and Security Administration connections, hopefully from the customs records, we can identify someone who stands out that arrived on the island recently. Being July we might get lucky, this isn’t heavy tourist season. There are only two daily flights; one from Miami, the other from New York, and a handful of connections from San Juan, Puerto Rico this time of year.”
Caitlin sipped her coffee and raised a hand to halt further conversation. “Okay, I’ll fill you in on everyone in my family but first I’m calling my parents. If they’re going to get bombarded with questions, I need to break this news to them beforehand. Scott can give you an outline of everyone else until I finish the call. Here’s my address book.”
* * * *
Caitlin left to phone her family. Scott gave an overview of Caitlin’s relatives then called his supervisor, Frank Felton, the Director of the FBI. Scott relayed the situation. Before Scott could finish, his boss cut him off.
“Scott, of course you have my support and that of the entire FBI in this matter. From what you’ve told me, your wife appears to be the intended target. We can’t discount the fact that some whacko might be using your family to get to you, and therefore the FBI.”
“Thanks, Frank.”
“No problem. Keep me posted and I’m glad you have Tomas down there dealing with the local authorities and leading this investigation. The Bucklin family, whew! We’re going to have our hands full with them.” Frank concluded the phone call.
* * * *
Caitlin speed dialed her father’s cell-phone. He picked up on the second ring. “Dad, I need to talk to you, so I hope you’re not in the middle of anything.”
“Caitlin, what is it? Everything okay?”
Caitlin detected the fear in her father’s voice and attempted to reassure him. “Everyone’s safe. There’s been an incident. I wanted to call you before the FBI pounce on you. They’ll have quite a few questions about your real father, whoever that may be. I’ll tell you
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