Andy wasn't prepared to believe it! "Mr. Ledger, you're under arrest for the murder of Hillary." as the middle aged gold badge'd detective spread out like a brown bear.

The agent was to go to the end of the garden and wait.  His orders were almost whispered by his CIA boss only four hours ago, and the agent was asked to repeat it back exactly, so that's what Andy did, to the letter.

Andy tilted his head to one side as the cracking of a small twig made a great deal of noise in an empty mansion garden at midnight.  Andy reached down into his trouser pocket and felt the grip of his .38 caliber pistol which relaxed him just a bit.  

Andy could feel eyes watching him which gave him a peculiar kind of focus as he waited to see if the shadow would be moving his way. 

Andy wasn't prepared to believe it!

It was Hillary Clinton standing only three feet away from him as she started talking and seemingly had no plans on stopping anytime soon.

"I have managed to make contact"  that was the end of her talking and it was Andy's cue to give her the fat envelope tucked in his trousers in the small of his back.

"I deserve more than this agent, this isn't enough, so you tell them!"  Hillary took the envelope and quickly determined it wasn't thick enough, Andy knew it was cash money but he didn't know the amount.

Hillary was unimpressed inside the silent C.I.A. world as the presidential front runner for the president of the United States she pulled a lot of weight, all the way to the Oval office.

Nevertheless Andy was intrigued by the old cougar as he noticed her eyes becoming very active which left Andy a little unsure.

"Luckily for you agent that your boss got me the cash today."  she turned away and starting walking through the garden and back to her mansion a few hundred yards away through the manicured plantings, fountains and walkways.

Andy noticed the sound of her walking, every stepping stone used, as he moved away in the other direction to the back streets and alley's reserved for delivery trucks and he guessed irresistible C.I.A. agents.

A white man packing a gun, delivering a fat brown envelop of cash, possibly to the next president of the United States in the middle of the night contributed to his feeling of dishonesty and he acknowledge the feeling by spitting on the Clinton lawn.

Andy could tell that Hillary Clinton was from the streets, not really that intelligent and taking bribes meant she had no pride of dignity.  The Clinton Foundation had a mountain of cash so why all the countless hundred dollar bills?

The C.I.A. often times played childish games with politicians around the world and even inside the United States but the games were increasing since North Korea exploded their very own Hydrogen Bomb just a few days ago.  The White House and Barack Obama has really funked up the world from North Korea to Syria, Iran and Iraq and the Ukraine.

The unseasonally cool breeze caught Andy Ledger off guard as he should have worn a heavier coat but his train of thought was broken.  He heard distant squabbling and he recognized Hillary's voice and there was no mistake, the other voice was Bill Clinton.

The weather was cool but Andy could tell the sliding door was open in the swimming pool building located in the middle of the mansions garden off the main house.  He couldn't really see their faces but he surely recognized their famous voices.  They were having a tangle about something as Andy noticed the floating lights of a flashlight approaching him.

Andy knew it would be the "workmen" on duty guarding the famous couple that everybody knew simply as the Secret Service.  At the distant between them the lights were just attached to dark figures approaching him and they were moving slowly and relaxed.

And then the boom filled the air.

It was an explosion and it was big.

Andy had been protected from the force of the blast by an old wooden fence but it didn't protect him from the noise as the booming continued ringing in his ear as he lay flat on his face on top of broken fence planks.

He was thrilled to be alive but the fear was filling him very quickly.  The uncertainty was clearing but the fear was replacing it and then his training and experience kicked in.

Andy got on his feet with his pistol drawn and looked toward the mansion as he was spinning from one side to the other looking, looking for anything that could kill him.

He heard running on the streets, like Army boots.

The air was now stale with smoke and bitter-tasting.

The massive dark cloud of smoke with a fire center must have been twenty to thirty feet high and the mass of construction girders, glass, wood and steel merged into some kind of tangle that was once the Clinton mansion.

Andy noticed that he was very thirsty and his panic exhilaration was almost gone as he became weak and sat back down on the wooden fence planks as the warning sounds of fire trucks and police cars got closer and closer. 

The guard dogs were barking and restless and they were making their own dangerous sounds in their own exhilaration.  Andy felt kind of empty and lost as he watched the mansion burn as he felt a knot of pain and damp blood on his leg.  

He tried to use his cell phone but his vision was getting darker and he understood that he was most likely going into shock so he just hit the home button on his phone, she would be worried if he didn't call.

As his phone rang he just closed his eyes.

Andy wouldn't wake up for three days as the hospital nurse was shaking him trying to wake him up from surgery.   All Andy saw was the nurse winking at him and his wife "Sandy" smiling down at him swaying around the nurse to get closer to him and give him the hug he must surely need.

Sandy leaned over and whispered into Andy's ear "Sam Lucy" which was like hitting Andy in the face with a stick.

"Sam Lucy" was the code words for immediate deadly danger that Sandy and Andy had agreed to years ago.  His eyes were still running over her beautiful face but her huddling so close and moving his hand to the hidden pistol under his pillow said everything.

He felt the solid pistol.

He saw the local P.D. outside his hospital room.

He heard the newspaper and T.V. reporters getting excited outside his door.

He heard the Washington D.C. Homicide Detective's cuffs click shut around his wrists.

"Mr. Ledger, you're under arrest for the murder of Hillary Rodham Clinton."  as the middle aged gold badge'd detective spread out like a brown bear.  "You have the right to remain silent so don't start crying here, you're lucky to be alive."  the detective had done his duty and stepped back away from Andy's hospital bed and smiled, kind of weird.

Later Andy would discover that it was more than a bomb blast that knocked him down he had been shot twice at the exact second of the explosions.  He knew it must have been the Secret Service or Pretenders coming toward him with the flashlights.

Andy had a lot of unfinished business and the first thing was this funking judge doubting everything Andy Ledger had said in the closed hearing.

Andy had some broken bones but he took the top cops and the judge back to the Clinton mansion grounds and retraced his every step and re-told his every word.  

It was like Andy walked off the edge of a cliff, it took him four months to get the fed's off his ass and sit at his desk at the C.I.A. staring at his boss.

"She ain't dead Andrew."  the director quenched his thirst with hot coffee.  "We just needed some time to discuss Iran and North Korea and Gitmo was full so she's floating out in the middle of the ocean."   the director of the C.I.A. is a retired admiral and he just loved talking about boats, boobs and booze. 

"We just borrowed her for a little."  the director would fill in the blanks at some point but Andy felt drugged because he was so his joy was silent.  "Hell Andy, she knew about the whole deal but it kind of freaked out Bill for a while."  the admiral looked at Andy with worry in his face "Don't worry, you're almost free Andrew."

"You hear me Andy, she's hold up in the murky lights of a Naval Destroy, the U.S.S. Something or another sailing around the world."  

"Somebody had to politically kill her Andy, so we picked you, no hard feelings."  the director got up and handed Andy his cup of coffee  "Andy, drink up boy, you look tired."

Andy was feeling hungry, the doctors said that was a good sign.

He needed a good sign.

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Judge Jury Crime Hillary Runs for President Bill Runs for His Life and the Muslim Brotherhood Celebrates the Pistol Found at Bills side in the Clinton Mansion, Murder She Wrote

The Chicago Gangsters called her late at night as she stood still in the corner of her office with the lights off and the blinds pulled shut.  They had more cash so they needed another rendezvous before Congress picked up on the crime of accepting millions of foreign dollars, it was the window of opportunity that Hillary had been enjoying for over four years now. 

Her friends in Chicago had volunteered to mule the cash around the world, they had a lot of experience running drugs, cash and guns but after an eye witness placed Hillary at the Saudi embassy with witnesses to the Benghazi Islamic Radical murders of Americans the mob and Hillary was in a hurry.

The friendly Judge promised Hillary that the eye witnesses could be handled overseas and to stop worrying about the Congressional probe, it would die out soon.  The Judge needed one million dollars in cash, by next Tuesday, to pay some friends of Hillary that would make the witnesses of the Benghazi killings long term prisoners of Saudi Arabia without legal objections from the American government.

The one Muslim Brotherhood member already confessed that he had taken part in the Benghazi murders but they were many others as he begged them to stop, please stop the needless torture for more information.

The American friendly Judge had practically everything he needed except for the million dollar suitcase that would be delivered by a lawyer directly to Hillary and then on to the Judge.  Hillary thought this should close the book on Benghazi because they didn't have any emails or her fingerprints on anything important. 

Bill frowned on her moves but he could never give evidence against her, that was always part of her plan.  She controlled Bill and he knew it, he just didn't like it.

When Hillary left the government she had hoped to avoid all the lawyers, police agencies and most importantly juries of American citizens.  Barack had helped but she couldn't force Barack like she could Bill so she worried a lot.

She hung up the phone knowing she was in complete violation of dozens of U.S. laws and even a few constitutional provisions that she always ignored.  The principles of a bigger lie covers a smaller lie was still working but Monica was talking and she would need some financial support.  She felt her blood pressure rise some and her doctors had warned her that her daily use of powerful drugs would only help, she had to attempt to calm down.

Becoming the next President of the United States would require her sitting quietly as powerful men made their deals and moved the cash.  It wasn't good for her blood pressure but the Clinton Foundation was the key to laundering the money, the boys had been right so she had closed the blinds and turned off the lights, sitting quietly as she had been told, her respiration returning to her normal.

The deception would never be complete as she had to build one lie on top of another but the race was on and the supporters were giving hundreds of millions of dollars to the foundation.  With the truth and lies of a ledger sheet hard to discover the money was moving the votes, the people were being paid, favors promised and Bill wasn't directly called out yet about his teenager whores.

The Clinton Machine had their Super PAC's and they would not be denied and the first tests indicated the media was going to play along again.  The American people had swallowed Fast and Furious, Millions of Illegal Aliens, Iranian Nuclear Weapons, V.A. Veterans Administration Waiting Lists, Destruction of Israel and even Benghazi as even Bill's and Barack's lying about everything held firm.

She turned around and turned on her desk lamp, the third degree pain was easing so she tempted a smile and stared at the poll charts.  She drew out a piece of paper from her desk drawer and amusing herself wrote a note to Barack and addressed the white envelope to the special White House address, assuring it would be delivered directly to the President;

Barack

"Bill has been talking about suicide" she wrote.  "My valuable little canary is almost done, so how about Michelle for Vice President?"  "If my canary is found dead in the house the entire estate is mine."  Hillary paused for a moment wondering how much better her life would be without....

There would be no bullets she knew, nothing like St. Valentine's day massacre, empty shells and blood all over the house... Hillary was painting the scene in her mind and made sure the two guns in the house were always loaded....

Maybe Chicago was right she thought, maybe some simple traffic accident in a Secret Service car overseas that could be just another trivial car accident.

Hillary's mind snapped back to attention, like breaking out of some deep evil place she smiled committed to the presidential run.  Her shaded room and done the trick as she opened the left side desk drawer and pulled out the stolen jewelry she had decided to keep and hide from her husband.  She would have the boys place the stolen jewelry in Bill's pocket when the day came, or maybe at night would be better but she admitted to herself it was a great plan.

They would investigate, the jewelry, the shot and that noise downstairs she had planned for the investigators.  She would say that her computer server warning alarm had sounded and then the pistol shot was heard, murder she wrote.

Even the murder weapon, that old pistol was stolen during a robbery down south when they were in the Governor's Mansion, he had forgot all about it.

She started to become breathless again, even the thought of her plan got her excited when the phone rang again.  She noticed that it was three o:clock in the morning, wasn't that a bitch she thought, just like t.v.

Her Secret Service staff was reporting that Bill was sneaking through the flower beds along the west fence again, she knew it was just another late night date with the neighbor next door.

Maybe she would rethink the plan, maybe the women next door kills him?

Police lieutenants and detectives were easily paid off and state attorneys always wanted more and more. 

Maybe a burglar's jimmy mark on some door or window could add to the mystery but for now she had to pack a few things because Scooby would pick her up at eight in the morning, just a few hours from now.

She looked in the mirror at her life-like breasts and wondered if her pal would appreciate their firmness, they were perfectly made and surely she would like them as much as Hillary did as she slipped her hand further down than normal.

She slipped down her trousers and panties and decided to take some private time, and solve that other baffling mystery that lives inside her body. 

Seldom was sex satisfactory to Hillary but those feelings mixing in her brain was proportion to her fingers circulating at the perfect spot.  She felt her blood stream surge as she leaned back in her leather office chair and at the exact right time, she begged herself for more.