Black Hawk Day Rewind: An action packed spy thriller (Mark Savannah Espionage Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

harassment and bad behavior,” replied Barnett, hurt.
    “With your background and studies Barnett, it amazes me that you still believe in the Tooth Fairy, but sometimes we don’t want to look at the reality of things, and reality is often very different from appearances.”
    Barnett jumped up and began to pace nervously around the perimeter of the room.
    “Your father was an uncommon man,” continued Davis, “but to give his life a solid base and fit into patterns of social behavior, he decided to marry a woman who would allow him a "normal" life. It’s too bad that he was a champion and that his love for your mother, an attractive, though objectively a predictable and average woman, was over when you were only two years old.”
    “Your mother loved money and the easy life. She never worked a day in her life and, since your father’s job guaranteed her the money but not the good life, she started looking for it elsewhere as soon as she could. She was not at the hairdresser’s that day in 1993. She was in the club house bathroom of the Wolferts Roost Country Club in Albany, screwing the owner of a lawn mower factory.”
    The sickness was back again, and while the demons laughed behind his back, the house of cards that Barnett had built and glued together through hard work over the years, collapsed miserably to the ground in tiny pieces without a sound.
    “But that was only one episode. Your mother had no interests; she got bored of being a parent and this pushed her to seek new adventures, wealthy partners to play with, and all of this just to escape the everyday life that she found very bleak during your father’s long periods of absence. Whenever you were sent to the scout troop or on sports vacations, it was because she didn’t want you in the way. It was not your father. Secretly, he always put a coach next to you who could teach you something useful, give you support and keep you entertained.”
    “But she has done a lot for me…” Barnett said in a faint voice.
    “Your father felt himself to be in danger and so he left her a letter with instructions for your education, as well as the money that she should dispense to you, threatening to reveal everything to the juvenile court if she didn’t. Otherwise they would have placed you in foster care with her sister, and she would have been denied any kind of financial support.”
    Professor Zimmermann-Davis paused just long enough to let Barnett absorb the blow.
    “She acted only in her own personal interests, Barnett. Although this, of course, does not mean that she did not and does not love you in some way.”
    Barnett's eyes were bloodshot, he felt the knot in his stomach tightening, but now the contours of his cursed demons were well defined; now he understood in part what was haunting him, and he caught a glimpse of how it had affected his adolescence, his life now.
     
    Davis began to speak slowly again. He knew very well the weight of the trauma that he was giving to the best of his students, the child of the only true friend he had ever had, and this deeply disturbed him. But if Barnett was to have a chance of getting out of this mess so that he could freely choose how to live his life, Davis had to force his hand. Barnett had a strong character and was not easily manipulated; he could make it on his own.
    “Your father, as I told you, was a champion and an active man, he was curious about the world and he had a soul that knew how to read and express feelings and emotions. Unlike you, he was not at all cynical and he was perfect as a negotiator in very tense political situations.”
    “But if he knew about my mother,” asked Barnett, “why didn’t he create an alternative life? How is it that he only had loose women?”
    He remembered the scene at the front door, his father drunk and the girl with her hands down his pants.
    “Her name was Ludmila. She was thirty years old, and came from Croatia; she was a former agent of the UDBA who had defected