The Marisol Deception - Part 7
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
- The Marisol Deception - Part 6
There is something strange at the Smith residence. Out of sight, out of mind doesn't work here.
From Part 6
Against Kinsley's wishes, Claire accepts another date from Jeff. The question is, will she ever learn?
“Hi, Claire. This is Jeff. I’ve been missing you. I was hoping maybe we could meet later tonight. How about The Ashburn Pub, 7:00 o’clock?”
“Oh, that sounds so nice, Jeff. That would be a welcomed relief after the day I had. See you then.”
Kinsley didn’t need to hear both sides of the conversation to know what was going on. “Mom, you can’t do this. That creep’s a suspect in my father’s murder - your husband, I might add. You could be next. You’re not leaving this house.”
“Kins, I don’t expect you to understand. I had a very hard day. I’m tired of the stress of these past few weeks without your father. I need to unwind, to relax. If George was here, it would be different, but he’s not. I’m going out tonight. End of discussion, young lady. Besides, I’m going to get him to confess.”
“Mom, you don’t expect me to believe that, do you?”
“No, now I need to get ready. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Kinsley sighed. “I hope so.”
"And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood; ” - Revelation 6:12.
After what Claire thought was a beautiful evening, the morning after arrived. She could feel the blood pulsating in her head with every heartbeat. The rest of her body was numb. She began to wonder if drinking herself into nonexistence was worth the hangover. On this morning, coffee was her best friend.
A glance at the clock ticking on the kitchen wall hurried her along. Kinsley had already left to show a house so it would be easy. Nothing to explain. She wrote the note.
Kins, I’m taking a break for a few days with Jeff. We’re going to Las Vegas to
catch a show. Be back Monday. - Mom
Short, sweet, and to the point. The less information, the better. The details would wait until she returned. Clair hurried to pack her suitcase. She was to meet Jeff at the airport at 11:45. On her way to the bedroom, she turned on the TV. They had just reported the news. An earthquake of massive proportions had destroyed most of Indonesia.
An estimated 80 million people were missing - or dead. Marisol called for President Dickinson. He and Wexford made hasty plans to return to Area 51. They would arrive by nightfall if they hurried.
Jeff Harding and Claire had already arrived. Las Vegas was never in the picture for Claire. The plan was to meet with Marisol. She had a special purpose for Claire, and Jeff’s job was to find someone that met the qualifications. Claire fit the need although the qualifications were anything but flattering.
Marisol needed a woman who was naïve, loose, and uninformed in the big picture of world politics. Claire was that woman. Overwhelmed by the attention she received upon her arrival, Claire quickly began to feel comfortable. She was, however, concerned about making the Las Vegas show on time. Jeff lied that the show would have to wait. Claire was never told a meeting would take place. She was never told the meeting location was Area 51. She was never told Marisol’s birthplace was in a distant galaxy. She was never told she was being set up.
Because of the earthquake, Marisol had to change her original purpose for bringing Claire into the program, but it would still work to her benefit. President Dickinson and Wexford arrived and were ushered into the just started meeting. Marisol made the proper introductions.
“Mr. President, the world is in chaos for the second time in a month. We must act quickly to hold it together. You have just met Mrs. Oliver. She will be a tremendous help to you and your mission.”
Claire found it hard to believe she sat in the presence of the president of the United States. Although she had never met Marisol before, she realized Marisol was a woman of great power. If Claire was ever star-struck, it was now.
Marisol addressed Claire. “Mrs. Oliver, your president greatly needs your help. You have heard of the earthquake in Indonesia?” Claire nodded affirmatively. “There will be much pressure on President Dickinson to send aid to the survivors. Mr. Harding will help you with this, but we need you to start an undercurrent to ease the president's pressure. You will need to go back to Washington and gather a small group of followers to decry the efforts of President Dickinson.”
An uneasy feeling came over Claire. She didn’t understand. “You will need to picket, get news coverage, build the case that the president is not doing enough.”
Now concern shown on the face of Dickinson. Marisol continued.
“Even though the United States is wealthy, it must appear as if she is making huge sacrifices to meet the needs of those remaining in Indonesia. The American people will applaud him. Now, may we count you, Mrs. Oliver?”
Oh, yes. Absolutely. And please, call me Claire.”
“You may be dismissed. Oh, and Mr. Harding, may I speak to you in private, please.”
“Of course, Marisol. Claire I’ll be with you in just a second. Perhaps Kerry Wexford would be so kind as to give you a tour of the facilities.”
“Jeff, she’s perfect. We took care of two agendas in one evening. She’s not going to suspect you killed her husband, but with the president here I had to include her in some way. Like you said on the phone, ‘she’s not the sharpest tool in the shed,’ but that’s exactly what we want. Help her build the anti-American theme and keep stringing her along. Thank you for a job well done. Both of you go back east now. Keep me abreast of any new developments.”
Jeff hurried to catch up with Claire and Wexford. “Thank you, Kerry, for keeping my lady entertained. We must be catching a flight back to Washington. I’ll see you again.”
An irritated Claire grabbed Jeff’s arm. “Wait. We haven’t seen the show yet.”
“Marisol wants us to get back and start working on your program as soon as possible. We’ll have to catch a show at another time.”
Another long day had ended for Kinsley. It was a slow week. A lot of door-kickers but no sales. With Claire away, she intended to enjoy the weekend to its fullest. She grabbed a Coke from the fridge, kicked off her shoes and settled in to watch the news.
The earthquake in Indonesia was the big story. After the news anchor described the scene and the devastation, he switched to another related topic.
Although not confirmed, an anonymous person has leaked it to the media that
local resident Claire Oliver has met with President Dickinson to discuss the
United States part in sending aid to the few survivors of the worst earthquake in
world history. It seems she has gained the president’s trust in this matter, and the
two are working closely on ways to ease the pain of the suffering.
A picture of Claire momentarily flashed on the screen. Kinsley rose in annoyance. She spoke but only to herself. “What in the world is my mother up to now? She met with the president of the United States? This can’t be happening!” But it was.
Kinsley reached for her cell phone. As quickly as she could, she dialed Claire’s number. A faint ringing could be heard. She ran in the direction the sound was coming from. It led her to Claire’s bedroom. In the middle of the bed was Claire’s phone, ringing . . . and ringing . . . and ringing. It was obvious to Kinsley her mother left the phone behind, no doubt so she couldn’t be contacted.
A fuming Kinsley returned to her Coke and the news but couldn’t relax. She decided it was time to go through George’s belongings so she could finally put his death to rest - or so she hoped. She opened the first box the police brought to the door. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she took her father’s folded shirt and held it close. The scent of his cheap cologne was still present.
She continued to go through each box, savoring the memory of her father. The last item she found was a small, black book - the New Testament George found at the factory. Kinsley began to leaf through it. As she flipped through I Thessalonians, her eye glimpsed George’s handwriting. It read simply, MARISOL IS HERE - REVELATION13.
Puzzled by the message, Kinsley started to read the verses next to the note.
For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of
the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the
clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.
The verses seemed oddly familiar to her. She let her mind drift back to the Smith house. The eeriness, the strange clothes, the uneasy feeling. Then she remembered the same verses were outlined in the Bible she found in the master bedroom.
The Smith’s were gone - in an unusual way. George was gone - because of someone’s anger. Or maybe because they were trying to keep Marisol a secret. Kinsley’s mind raced on. Who is Marisol? What was she capable of doing?
Kinsley turned to Revelation 13. Verses 15 through 18 read,
And he had power to give life unto the image of the beast, that the image of the
beast should both speak, and cause that as many as would not worship the
image of the beast should be killed. And he causeth all, both small and great,
rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their
foreheads: And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the
name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him that hath
understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and
his number is Six hundred threescore and six.
Talking only to herself again, Kinsley spoke. “666, the number of the antichrist. I’ve heard about that before. Is it possible Dad had discovered the antichrist? Is Marisol the antichrist?” Question after question entered her mind. She realized she would have to investigate the antichrist. She knew little about him - or her. For now, she’d go back to watch the rest of the news.
Although she missed the first part of the story, she did hear there were three asteroids heading for earth. NASA was working on a way to stop them, but time was running out.
© 2019 William Kovacic