“The man told me that the other loose ends had already been taken care of, though,” Kip told her. “I suspect there are a string of dead bodies that are connected in some way to the Senators’ travel. Now that we know the whole story, maybe it can all be put together.”
Annie thought about it for a moment. “I hope so Kip. Otherwise all of this may not be over.”
Kip considered that. “I don’t know Annie, maybe. I guess I’ll just have to keep you safe until we are sure.”
“Just until then?” Annie asked.
“Well, for my purposes you’ll just never be safe.” Kip smiled.
“I am glad to hear that!” Annie said.
Amazingly, Jack was well enough to pull off the USO concert the next day. He did not have to walk to play the drums, and with enough Jack Daniels in him, he felt no pain.
Sparks and Lydell, who attended with their heads bandaged, was able to watch the show from the front row. And the whole affair was one of the most heavily guarded concerts in history.
One week later, the band landed back at John F. Kennedy Airport. As they walked through the terminal toward a waiting taxi, Kip spotted a newspaper stand and walked over to pick up a copy of the Wall Street Journal. The front page story was an article about Police Lieutenant Porter stepping down amid scandal. He showed it to Annie.
“You’re The One” By Rev Theory
As they climbed onto the motorcycle Lydell ran up to them. “Kip, I’ve got Cocoa Cola on the phone. They want to sponsor a world tour.”
“No shit?” Kip said, smiling.
Lydell scratched his still bandaged head. “I never kid about business, Kip.”
Kip looked at Annie. “What do you think, Annie? Want to go on a world tour with me?”
Annie pretended to think for a moment. “Well, Kip, I still don’t have enough of a story to write about you. All of this fighting off bad guys and bringing to light government conspiracies just doesn’t read well in today’s media. I am pretty sure I am going to need a lot more material.”
“So, it’s a yes, then?” Kip asked.
“I’ll think about it,” Annie said.
“There you have it Lydell. Tell them we’ll think about it.” Kip hit the accelerator and the bike sped off.
“You’ll fucking think about it!” Lydell screamed, holding the phone to his chest. “Are you kidding me? You don’t tell Coke that you’ll fucking think about it!”
“Wanted Dead or Alive” By Bon Jovi
But it was too late. Kip and Annie had disappeared into the distance. The motorcycle slowly went out of view.
“Fucking rockers will be the death of me!” Lydell said.