Justifiable Homicide: A Political Thriller (Robert Paige Thrillers Book 1) by Robert W. McGee
Authors: Robert W. McGee
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terrorism. He’s on television just about every week. Last week he started circulating a petition to defund the TSA.”
“I hadn’t heard about that.”
“He’s starting to get signatures, mostly from his students. He also has some of them walking around the malls gathering signatures as part of a political science project. We put in a friendly call to the FIU provost to try to get him to stop, but the provost told us to go to hell.”
“So did you put the provost on your enemies list?”
“Hey, I hadn’t thought of that. Thanks for the suggestion.” He gave Paige a devilish smirk.
“How did you find out about the petition?”
“We have one of his students giving us reports. The thing is, this guy’s got to be stopped before he can do any more damage. He’s a traitor. That’s where you come in.”
“I don’t teach at FIU, and I don’t teach political science. What do you want me to do?”
“That’s not a problem. He meets with some other professors on a regular basis to plot strategy. We want you to attend those meetings and tell us what he’s planning. Oh, one other thing I might mention. He’s been funneling money to terrorists through a Palestinian humanitarian organization. We’d like you to find out more about that, if you can.”
Paige looked surprised by Wellington’s last statement. “But Steinman’s Jewish, isn’t he? Why would he funnel money to Palestinian terrorists?”
“Out of a misguided sense of humanitarianism. He’s raising money to build housing for the Palestinian families who are being displaced by the Jewish settlements.”
“But how is that funneling money to terrorists? They’re just a bunch of innocent homeless people being evicted from their ancestral homes.”
“They’re also terrorists. Or potential terrorists. Here are Steinman’s contact information and office hours.” He passed a scrap of paper to Paige.
Paige glanced at it. “How do you plan to stop this guy? Are you going to report him for boinking one of his students?”
“No, we actually looked into that option, but we don’t think he’s fucking any students. Even if he were, that option would take too much time to be successful. This guy has to be shut down fast.”
“How do you plan to shut him down? Are you going to liquidate him?”
Wellington looked out over Biscayne Bay, then gazed at the palm trees swaying in the breeze. He didn’t want to look Paige in the eyes. “No, nothing that drastic. We just want to neutralize him so that nobody will listen to him or take him seriously.”
“All right. What is it you want me to do?”
Wellington turned to Paige and stared directly into his eyes. “Just get invited to join his little professor group. Let us know when and where they meet, who the other members are, and gather whatever other information you can. We’ll do the rest.”
“Fair enough. I’ll get into his group and get back to you when I have something to report.”
“Great. That would be very helpful.” Wellington looked at his watch.
“I have to get back to the office. Give me those items you were telling me about. I’ll get my people to process them.”
Some exotic birds were chirping in the trees as Wellington and Paige made their way back to the parking lot. Paige opened the trunk and gave Wellington the bag containing the guns, notes, and DNA samples, plus the flash drive with photos of the two men, their van, and license plate.
“I’ll get back to you when I have something. It might take a few days.”
15
“If you are afraid to say something on the internet because you fear your government then you may need a new government.”
Michael S. King
Paige had the rest of the afternoon free, and decided to take the scenic route back to Sunny Isles Beach. He rolled down the window so he could feel the breeze and smell the air, which was fresh in that part of Miami. Across the bay, the tall glass and steel buildings lined with palm trees were a far cry
“I hadn’t heard about that.”
“He’s starting to get signatures, mostly from his students. He also has some of them walking around the malls gathering signatures as part of a political science project. We put in a friendly call to the FIU provost to try to get him to stop, but the provost told us to go to hell.”
“So did you put the provost on your enemies list?”
“Hey, I hadn’t thought of that. Thanks for the suggestion.” He gave Paige a devilish smirk.
“How did you find out about the petition?”
“We have one of his students giving us reports. The thing is, this guy’s got to be stopped before he can do any more damage. He’s a traitor. That’s where you come in.”
“I don’t teach at FIU, and I don’t teach political science. What do you want me to do?”
“That’s not a problem. He meets with some other professors on a regular basis to plot strategy. We want you to attend those meetings and tell us what he’s planning. Oh, one other thing I might mention. He’s been funneling money to terrorists through a Palestinian humanitarian organization. We’d like you to find out more about that, if you can.”
Paige looked surprised by Wellington’s last statement. “But Steinman’s Jewish, isn’t he? Why would he funnel money to Palestinian terrorists?”
“Out of a misguided sense of humanitarianism. He’s raising money to build housing for the Palestinian families who are being displaced by the Jewish settlements.”
“But how is that funneling money to terrorists? They’re just a bunch of innocent homeless people being evicted from their ancestral homes.”
“They’re also terrorists. Or potential terrorists. Here are Steinman’s contact information and office hours.” He passed a scrap of paper to Paige.
Paige glanced at it. “How do you plan to stop this guy? Are you going to report him for boinking one of his students?”
“No, we actually looked into that option, but we don’t think he’s fucking any students. Even if he were, that option would take too much time to be successful. This guy has to be shut down fast.”
“How do you plan to shut him down? Are you going to liquidate him?”
Wellington looked out over Biscayne Bay, then gazed at the palm trees swaying in the breeze. He didn’t want to look Paige in the eyes. “No, nothing that drastic. We just want to neutralize him so that nobody will listen to him or take him seriously.”
“All right. What is it you want me to do?”
Wellington turned to Paige and stared directly into his eyes. “Just get invited to join his little professor group. Let us know when and where they meet, who the other members are, and gather whatever other information you can. We’ll do the rest.”
“Fair enough. I’ll get into his group and get back to you when I have something to report.”
“Great. That would be very helpful.” Wellington looked at his watch.
“I have to get back to the office. Give me those items you were telling me about. I’ll get my people to process them.”
Some exotic birds were chirping in the trees as Wellington and Paige made their way back to the parking lot. Paige opened the trunk and gave Wellington the bag containing the guns, notes, and DNA samples, plus the flash drive with photos of the two men, their van, and license plate.
“I’ll get back to you when I have something. It might take a few days.”
15
“If you are afraid to say something on the internet because you fear your government then you may need a new government.”
Michael S. King
Paige had the rest of the afternoon free, and decided to take the scenic route back to Sunny Isles Beach. He rolled down the window so he could feel the breeze and smell the air, which was fresh in that part of Miami. Across the bay, the tall glass and steel buildings lined with palm trees were a far cry
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