The Heritage Paper

Chapter 61



For Ben Youkelstein, it was a race against time. He needed to get to the children before they were taken away forever. He also had to stop this sham of an election.

He knew where he needed to go. The bigger challenge was his hand-eye coordination, which had admittedly regressed since he’d hit eighty. He rarely drove anymore, so trying to maneuver Veronica’s large vehicle was a struggle.

Getting near Kingston’s house was an even steeper challenge. He was forced to park about a mile away and walk. His legs often struggled to make it from bed to bathroom these days, but if this were the last thing he did on this earth, he would stop this horror movie from having a sequel.

He passed Kingston supporters, protestors, and media. But suddenly his slow journey was impeded, and his umbrella went flying to the pavement. Standing in front of him were two plain-clothes security guards. Modern-day SS stormtroopers dressed in brown uniforms with black boots. One of them smiled smugly at him, while the other picked up the umbrella.

“Sorry about that, old man,” the smiling one said. The one who’d “accidentally” kicked it away in the first place.

His partner handed it back to him. “It’s a long walk for an old timer like yourself. We’re going to offer you a ride.”

“I think I’ll walk, thank you,” Youkelstein said politely. “It’s not often you see such sun this time of the year.”

“I think you should reconsider,” Smiley said.

“A car will stop beside you in thirty seconds, the door will open and you’ll get in,” said the one who’d retrieved the umbrella. With his bright blond hair, and being that he was a lapdog for the Nazis, Youkelstein thought they should call him the Golden Retriever.

True to their word, a stretch limo with dark tinted windows eased beside him and the back door opened. Youkelstein maneuvered his old bones into the car—no reason to put off the inevitable showdown. A hand reached out to help him—it belonged to an old friend.

“Hello, Ben,” said the man he’d known for so many years as Aligor Sterling.





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