There was a knock on Bradford III’s door.
“Enter.”
The door opened and two men walked inside.
“Pardon the interruption, Sir. But we have a situation.”
Bradford frowned. “Brady, what in the hell are you doing here? I sent you to Richmond.”
“That’s why I’m here, Sir. The subjects flew here early this morning on a private flight. We could not follow. I check with the flight manifest and found they landed at the municipal airstrip. They have been in Bristol for a number of hours.”
“I’m just hearing of this?”
“It took us a few hours to drive back here. I called and left several messages, Sir.”
Bradford pulled out his cellphone. He had missed three calls. “What are they doing here?”
“Unknown. The boxes were picked up from the courthouse. Then they spent hours, actually, most of the night at the father’s estate. This morning we followed them to the airport.”
“Them?”
“Yes, all of the brothers and the woman came with him.”
“Where are they staying?”
“We don’t know, Sir. We came straight here.”
Bradford pulled up his security cameras from the clinic. After a few minutes he saw what he was looking for. “They are on the Virginia side. Put eyes on them and don’t lose them again.”
Brady and his companion left the office. Bradford dialed the clinic immediately. “Escalate the contingency plan. We may need it sooner that I thought.”
Next, he made a call to the man he considered his mentor.
“Senator Rolfeman, we may have a situation on our hands here. The shipment you were expecting may be delayed.”
“What do you mean, delayed?”
Before Bradford III could respond, his father walked into this office. “Are you aware of the situation across the state line?”
“I’ll have to call you back,” Bradford III said to the senator, then disconnected the call.
“What situation would that be, Father?”
“They have visitors from Richmond. I believe they are here to see us.”
“Correction, Father. They are here to see you.”