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detective had told them.
    The bastard had executed her. He had seen a lot of executions in his days doing his job, but this, right there in America, a man executing a woman like some criminal in a war, just had his blood boiling. The fact that that woman was his sister had him near volcanic. He felt the heat of his anger rising more with each second, but he tried to push it down because the last thing he needed was to go primitive tribal on this flight and have the pilot declare an emergency and turn the thing back to Germany out of fear they might have another crazy man ready to attack.
    No, he had to stay as calm as possible, but when he got off this plane the unlucky bastard who tried to get in his way of finding this murderous cretin better pray for any god to help him because Chogan wouldn’t show any mercy at all.
     
    The flight had been long and the cab ride to his father’s home had seemed even longer. His family’s picture had been plastered all over the papers and in the news. Such an upscale hotel having a murder was a sure page turner for the leeches. The fact that he was a Marine, highly decorated, and highly favored, had been just another nail in the coffin of privacy.
    Somebody had obviously gotten wind that his flight had landed because a few reporters were already encamped across the street from his parents’ place. He got out the cab, taking his duffle bag with him. He ignored the flashing lights of the cameras firing the shutter like a machine gun in heavy combat. He took the stairs to his parents’ front door and went in as his father opened the door for him. He noticed how his father tried to stay behind the door and he saw his mother hiding in the shadows too. Why couldn’t they just leave them alone? His parents were grieving the loss of their child and these ratings seeking whores couldn’t give them a second of peace. It was like they were just waiting for the perfect shot to lead the next story with, and that had pushed his parents to grieving in silence. He hoped to the gods that these people didn’t show up at the funeral too.
    “The bloody bastards,” he growled as he saw the heartbreak, the fear, and the anger written on his mother and father’s face.
    “I figured when they started gathering outside in higher numbers again that your flight must have landed. I’m glad to see they didn’t meet you at LaGuardia.” He shook his head. “I closed the store since…well, you know. I have people who work there, but these people started stalking them too, asking them about me, the family. They were okay, but I gave them the week with pay because it hurt me too much to…it just hurt.” His father shook his head. Chogan understood the hurt. He was hurting for their loss, for the pain the media kept exploiting, and he couldn’t handle knowing they were inflicting that kind of intrusion of privacy on the young people working his store.
    “Denise apologized to me,” he shook his head again.
    “For what?” Chogan couldn’t understand how the sweet sixteen year old his father had hired part time would feel responsible. He remembered the bright eyed younger black girl because her mother had gotten work first and he had been there when he was back in town for a night. He met her daughter then, but she was fifteen and not employable. He remembered how happy she seemed that her mother had gotten work seeing as though her father, a white man, had fired her the moment he decided he wanted to sleep with his secretary. He remembered his dad saying how angry Gladys, the mother in the situation, felt because she said she should have never gotten involved with her boss all those years ago. She was the accountant who handled the books and she should have stayed that way, but she fell in love while all he did was fall in lust. Once the lust was over he was ready to move on to the next employee—a bleached blond Latino who barely knew how to answer the phones.
    “She um…had some choice language to