“Will you let them help?”
“I don’t think I can,” said Wingo.
“Then I’ll go to them.”
“I said you had to stay with me.”
“That’s what you said. That doesn’t mean I have to.”
“You’re my son! I didn’t travel seven thousand miles to get back to you only to lose you again.”
“But I’m out of the loop. You can’t tell me anything. So how can I help you?”
“You need to stay with me so I can keep you safe.”
“They can keep me safe.”
“Tyler, this is not open for discussion.”
“How can you keep me safe and find out who set you up? You’ll be putting me in danger if I come with you.”
Wingo pressed his hand against his temple.
“Face it, Dad. You need help. You need Sean and Michelle.”
Wingo slowly sat down in the chair. “Do you really think they can help?”
“Yeah, I do.”
Wingo looked up at his son. “Do you trust me?”
Tyler stared at his father. “I believe you when you said you did nothing wrong. But I’m not sure I trust you. At least not yet.”
Wingo nodded and looked down. “After all this I guess I can’t blame you.”
“But you’re still my dad. And we have to get through this. Okay?”
“Okay.”
CHAPTER
52
SEAN AND MICHELLE WERE ON one side of the table while Agents McKinney and Littlefield were on the other. It was the next morning and they were in a conference room at a DHS satellite office in Virginia. Both agents looked dour.
Sean said, “So still no Tyler Wingo?”
Littlefield said, “We’ll get him.”
Michelle interjected, “You better hope you do before somebody gets to him first.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” said McKinney.
She replied, “Pretty simple, actually. People are after his dad. Means they might use his son to get to the father.”
“Yeah, we’ve considered that,” said Littlefield. “So why the face-to-face now?”
Sean said, “You know we met with POTUS. He made a request. We’re going to accept that request.”