Theorizing that one could
time-travel within his own lifetime, Dr. Sebastian LoNigro set out to prove
the String Theory that he had co-developed with his former MIT student,
Samuel Beckett—an incredibly gifted genius who was destined for greatness.
After Sam’s sudden and untimely murder in 1973, a distraught Doctor
LoNigro formed a strong bond with Sam’s older brother, Lieutenant
Commander Thomas Beckett, and together, they both strove to ensure that
Sam’s theories would not be forgotten.
quickly rose in the ranks to Captain and eventually aided Doctor LoNigro in
the development of a top-secret government project code-named Chrono-Leap,
which was based off of a combination of the String Theory, and the work of
the late Doctor Alexander Garner and his failed Time Displacer Unit.
During the initial test-run of the experiment, a malfunction occurred
that endangered the lives of everyone inside the project.
In a bold attempt to shut it down, Captain Beckett bravely stepped
into the Chronoton Accelerator...and vanished.
awoke to find himself inhabiting someone else’s body in the past,
suffering from partial amnesia and facing a mirror image that was not his
own. Fortunately, contact with
his own time was maintained through brainwave transmissions with Doctor
LoNigro, who became the Project Observer in the wake of the Accelerator
incident, appearing in the form of a neurological hologram that only Captain
Beckett can see and hear.
in an alternate timeline, Captain Beckett finds himself leaping from life to
life, putting things right that once went wrong.
All the while, he is subconsciously aware that another leaper exists
somewhere, lost in time like himself, who holds the key to restoring reality
back to what it once was. Until
that day arrives, Captain Beckett struggles to recall his lost memories of a
“World Without Sam Beckett,” hoping each time to alter the hands of fate
so that his next leap...will be the leap home.
had long become familiar with dropping into other people’s lives at
incredibly inopportune times, but it was still disconcerting to him.
As the green light faded this time around, Tom Beckett realized he
was sitting at a long wooden table. There
was a buzz of sound he identified as people in multiple conversations behind
him. He noticed on the table were stacks of papers. There was a nervous little man to his left who was sorting
through one stack.
heard an annoyed voice from in front saying, “Mr. Andrews, would you
answer the question?”
looked up. He recognized his
surroundings almost at once. He
was in a congressional hearing room. He’d
been in enough of them over the years, providing information or sitting in
the gallery at hearing where he needed to know what others were saying.
There was something different about the room.
suddenly realized that the ever-present camera that would send the
proceedings over C-SPAN was missing. He’d
thought for a moment that perhaps he might be in a hearing discussing secret
information, but that would not fit with the large crowd behind him.
He glanced around the room quickly to get a better lay of the land.
He noticed several women sitting in the gallery, and that several had
their hair arranged in styles he recalled being popular when he was younger.
He also noticed their dress, full skirts and fitted bodices. There was a prevalence of pearl necklaces on the women in the
room as well.
be the early fifties.’ “Uh…
excuse me, but I’d appreciate if you would ask the question again.”
man looked at him with absolute distain.
“Trying to get out of answering the question is not going to help
you, sir.” The man picked up
the folder that had been sitting open in front of him.
“I have the information in front of me.
I just want to hear it from you.
You will answer the question. And
remember, you are under oath.”
I will answer the question, sir.
I just want to be certain I heard it correctly.”
Tom hated stalling for time, but when he leaped in during the middle
of a question, he had no choice. He
again asked for the question to be repeated.
He had to know what had been asked to formulate a reply that would
make sense. He heard the man give a distinct “Hmmmph.”
the person who was expecting him to answer gave him a direct stare and
stated rather loudly, “Very well, did you or did you not join the
Communist Party in 1938?”
geez….I might be a Communist.’
noticed the nameplate in front of the dark haired man with the widow’s
peak in front of him. Sen.
Joseph McCarthy, R-Wisconsin.
I must be at a hearing of Senate Internal Security Subcommittee.’
Tom had always
enjoyed studying history and this particular issue had been interesting to
him. How one person could so
totally cause a panic for little more than conjecture had bothered him.
So many people had their careers, livelihoods, and reputations
destroyed during these hearings. He knew this was the Senate equivalent of the House Committee
on Un-American Activities. He
had gone into the Navy to protect this country that he loved and the idea
that one person could turn democracy on its ear with innuendo was something
he didn’t want to believe could be repeated.
However, for the moment, he had to live with this distasteful
looked to his left and found the nervous little man looking through yet
another sheaf of papers. The
man whispered to him, “…tell him you never joined, but you did go to a
couple of meetings just to see what they said.”
kept his voice low as well. “Is
the records from that chapter were destroyed in a fire in 1942.
There’s no record one way or the other.”
is it true?”
it doesn’t matter. But yeah,
was about to say something when he heard the door of the Imaging Chamber
open to his left hand side. Glancing
in that direction, he saw Albert Calavicci punching the multicolored
handlink. “Ziggy says to
follow what this guy says. It
will work out for Steve Andrews and then you can get on to the job you’re
Andrews, we are waiting.”
looked over to Al who was continuing to punch the handlink.
“Uh. I didn’t join.
I did go to a couple of meetings to find out what it was all
man to the right of Senator McCarthy whispered something to him.
The Senator nodded and turned back to Tom.
“Yes. Well. At least
at this point, it looks as if that is corroborated.
While it was foolish of you to go to such meetings, the fact that you
did not join would indicate that you did choose the right course.
You will, of course, let this committee know if you come across any
persons who did not choose the right course.”
wanted to let this demagogue have it with both barrels, but Al was telling
him that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to complete his mission.
Instead, Tom stated firmly, “If there’s anything I feel this
Subcommittee should know I will do so.”
It was distasteful to him to even allow anyone to think he would
cooperate with this group.
are dismissed,” the man said it as though Steve Andrews had disappointed
small man gathered up the papers into his rather large briefcase.
As he stood up, he gave the Senator slight smile.
Tom followed him out of the room.
they had left the hearing room, the little man stated, “That went well,
Steve. It’s a good thing we
didn’t have to go any deeper than those meetings back sixteen years
I don’t have anything to hide, do I?”
not you. However if they knew
that you knew more about the activities of the Thompson’s, they may have
held you over to testify about them.”
noticed that Al was indicating they needed to talk. He noticed a line of payphones up against the wall.
“I need to use the phone…” Tom realized he didn’t know the
Al supplied. “Frank
Excuse me for a minute.” Tom
was happy he’d found someplace other than the men’s room to have a
conversation this time. Once seated inside the booth, he closed the wooden door to
assure some privacy of conversation. “What
do you have Al?”
You’re Steve Andrews and you’re the owner of a drug….” Al hit
the handlink which squealed at him, “…drug store… oh you’re the
owner of a drug store, Tom, in Laurel, Maryland. It’s April 17, 1954 and you’ve just finished giving a
statement before the Senate Internal Security Subcommittee in Washington,
D.C. The Thompson’s are your
next-door neighbors. Apparently
George Thompson had made friends with a bigwig in the local Communist party.
They have held meetings at their home on several occasions.”
George a Communist?”
Not really. He just
liked knowing someone higher up in an organization.
Made him feel a little special.
This George works at the local wastewater treatment facility.
He and his wife are a little socially isolated.”
So what am I here to do?”
in two days, another member of the group, Michel Polvik, accuses George’s
wife Margaret of being a spy. Since
Margaret has family back in Russia on her mother’s side, the accusation is
believed. What few friends they
had turn their back on them and Margaret is subpoenaed to appear before the
subcommittee the next day but commits suicide instead, leaving their little
boy, Peter, without his mother. Ziggy
predicts with 92% probability, you’re here to prevent her death.”
there any evidence that she is a spy?”
Just a second generation American housewife.”
Al. Ask Ziggy to get what ever
information she can find about the local Communist group.”
Tom hung up the phone he’d been pretending to talk into.
Tom. I’ll get right on it.”
Al punched a few buttons on the handlink and the Imaging Chamber door
opened. “Oh… and Tom, your
car is a 1952 Chrysler Imperial. It’s
in the parking garage across the street, second level.”
Tom watched at Al turned and walked through it, disappearing from
left the phone booth and walked over to Frank who had been patiently waiting
for Steven Andrews. “Hey,
Frank. You think there is some
way we can help the Thompson’s?”
you do that, they’re going to come back on you again.”
since I have nothing to hide, it won’t matter.
I’d like to help out George and Margaret.”
is going to cause you more problems with the drug store, Steve.
Your pharmacist said that once people knew you were coming to speak
here, quite a few of them moved their prescriptions.
It could really hurt your business.”
that may be.” He repeated
himself, making it clear to Frank Waters that his mind would not change.
“But I want to help George and Margaret.”
Steve. I’ll see what I can
felt this leap was going as well as it could be expected when he didn’t
have enough information to really do anything.
He left to find his car, noting the cherry blossoms were in full
bloom as he stepped out onto the sidewalk and looked at the trees that he
knew could be found throughout the downtown area.
He’d always appreciated their beauty.
He continued into the garage to find the car that fit the keys in his
pocket. He looked forward to
finding his way to Laurel and figuring how he would accomplish what the
power that had leapt him here wished him to do.
spending an hour searching for the car, Tom finally opened the door and
stepped in. He checked in the
glove box and found a map of the area.
Laurel was located on the way to Baltimore, just outside of
Washington, D.C. He checked his
wallet as well and found his home address.
‘So far so good.’ He
noticed in the wallet two pictures. One
was of a woman and the other of two little boys that looked to be about
five. He figured that the boys
were twins since they looked and dressed alike.
He pulled the picture of the boys out from the enclosing clear
celluloid and looked at the back. Robert
and Roy, age 5, 1954. He’d
pegged the ages just right. He
tried the same with the picture of the woman but the back of the picture was
drove to Steve’s house, parked the car in the driveway, and headed into
the house. Noticing that the
mail had been delivered, he picked it up, looking at what had arrived.
They looked to be mostly bills but found that one of the letters was
addressed in longhand to Mrs. Michelle Andrews.
He assumed that was his wife. Michelle.
He looked in what he’d always been led to believe was heaven’s
direction and mouthed a heartfelt ‘thank-you.’
he entered the house, he heard a woman’s voice addressing him from what he
figured was the kitchen. At
least that made sense to him since the odors wafting from that room were
definitely food related. He
thought it might be spaghetti sauce he smelled.
He realized that he was getting a bit hungry.
He looked forward to the meal. “Steve,
is that you, honey? How did it
went fine. They dismissed me
about two hours ago.”
woman walked out of the kitchen. She
was wearing a housedress similar to the one’s his mother had worn back
when he was a kid. It was in
that unique mint green shade that he recalled was so popular back then. He personally didn’t like the color. She was wiping her hands on the half apron that covered the
lower part of the housedress. A
pocket in the shape of a flower was stitched on the apron.
Michelle, a letter came for you.” He
handed her the letter.
looks like Mom reached Aunt Violet’s house all right.”
She ripped open the envelope. “She
says that Aunt Violet is doing much better since they put her on
good.” Tom changed the
subject. “Michelle, have you
spoken with Margaret today?”
I thought you said we needed to keep our distance from Margaret and
it was already beginning. “Well,
I’ve changed my mind.”
face brightened. “Steve,
I’m so glad. I saw Margaret
in the grocery store yesterday. She
seemed so down. I wanted to say
something to her, but you said that it would hurt your business if we were
seen with them.”
the other room, Tom heard children’s voices.
They were a little loud. He
walked down the hall to the source of the voices. Opening the door, he found three little boys playing with
cast metal cars. “What’s
said that Peter is a Communist,” one of the twins stated.
would you say that, Tommy?” Tom asked.
has a great-uncle that lives in Russia,” Tommy said this like it would
because someone lives in Russia doesn’t make them a communist.”
it does, my daddy said so.” Tommy was adamant.
Tommy, Peter is an American citizen. He’s
not from Russia. Do you even
know what a Communist is?”
people that want to take over our country.”
Well, I don’t think that Peter or his parents want to take over the
country. I think we’re pretty
safe from them. You’re
friends with Peter right?”
I think you should give him a chance to show you that he’s not trying to
take over the country. I’m
sure he just wants to play with cars like you boys.
You think you can do that?”
You boys need to go outside for awhile.
It’s a beautiful day. Too
nice to be stuck inside.” Tom
felt a bit of nostalgia, remembering these very words being his mother’s
instructions to he and Sam on so many occasions.
Dad,” the two twins said in unison. They
all headed outside.
the door shut, Michelle came up behind Tom and put his arms around him,
laying her head on his back. “You
handled that pretty well, Steve. What
caused you to change you mind about all this?”
just not right to prejudge people because you’re afraid of how it will
what I said last night.”
you were right.”
gave him a hug and headed back into the kitchen to finish the dinner.
Tom offered to help her and she set him to work cutting up vegetables
for the salad. A bit later, she
called the boys into wash up. They came quickly and both helped out setting the table.
recalled the meals around the Beckett dinner table. His parents had always insisted that meals with the family
were an important part of the day. Seeing
the two boys seated again reminded Tom of him and his brother.
Though Sam was six years younger than he, he had been close.
Sam had dogged Tom’s every step when he was little, looking up to
was generally glad for the Swiss-cheese effect that prevented him from
thinking about his brother’s later life.
When Sam had been murdered, he’d been at the start of a brilliant
career. What Tom was doing was
a legacy to the cutting edge concepts his brother had started to elucidate. Being murdered on his birthday, in a drugged state, by a
crazed woman. It just wasn’t
fair. Sam should have had a
full life. Tom consciously put
these thoughts to the side, not wanting to dwell on those feelings that
would at times overwhelm him.
family continued through dinner. Tom
had to admit, the spaghetti and meatballs were just what he needed.
The boys ate quickly, but their mother admonished them to slow down.
Still, they both cleaned their plate and drained their milk. “Can we go out again?
Peter has a new kite he wants to show us,” said Robert.
Or was it Roy?
You can go out for a little bit.”
Tom smiled at how simple it was to find joy at age five.
boys cleared their plates, putting them into the sink.
“Thanks, Dad.” They headed out together.
dinner, the phone rang. Tom
picked it up. “Hello?”
this is Fred. What are you
telling my kid? He came home
and said you told him the Thompson’s weren’t Communist.”
why do they hold meetings at their house?
Sure seems like they’re Communist to me.”
don’t think they really understood what it was all about.
They just saw it as a social activity.”
activity? You’ve got to be
know George and Margaret, they don’t have many friends.
This was just their way to cope with that.
It wasn’t the best choice, but I can understand their reasoning.”
Steve, when you put it that way, I guess that makes sense.”
He stopped for a moment before switching gears.
“Hey, Steve. We still
on for the golf game on Saturday morning?”
Wouldn’t miss it.”
then. Talk with you later.”
put down the receiver. He knew
that during this time in history things had gotten a bit out of hand.
Most of the people that had joined the Communist Party in the
1930’s and 1940’s had joined what they believed to be a basically
mainstream organization that was trying to make things better for the
working people of the United States. It
wasn’t until after Hiroshima and the apparent Russian desire to obtain
nuclear weapons that Communism really took on a bad rap. He certainly had never accepted the premise of the political
dogma that was the underlying basis of the Communism. But he accepted that in a free democracy, people could choose
to follow what they wished, as long as they continued to work within the
the political climate of the 1950’s however, choosing Communism was not a
healthy choice. It would take
several years before people would not be looked at askance for choosing to
be a member of this party. He
revised that. From here on out,
most people in the United States would not accept the Communist Party as a
viable contender in the political arena.
felt that he was in the calm before the storm and decided to take it easy,
keeping his eyes open for changes in the wind.
He went over to the sink to help Michelle with the dishes.
next day went by relatively uneventfully.
Several of the drug store customers had come up to complain about the
Thompson’s being in the store. Tom
calmly stated that he planned to serve anyone who came into the store.
While a couple of the complainers left in a huff, the mass majority
of them decided that they should give the Thompson’s the benefit of the
had come in to let him know they were still trying to ascertain information
about the local Communist Party. They
had lost the mass majority of their records in 1942 when a fire had burned
down the office where they stored documents.
The party had shrunk during the war and there were only a handful of
people still going to the meetings.
following day, however, Frank came by the store. They went into Steve’s office to talk. “Steve, Michael Polvik called me. He said he didn’t like me helping the Thompson’s.”
he one the members of the local party?”
he resigned back in January claiming he didn’t really understand what they
were about. They’ve called
him before the hearing today. He
said he’s going to make sure they know who they should be looking at and
it isn’t him.”
didn’t like the sound of this. “Um,
I’ll go to the hearing today. I
think it would be best if I hear what he has to say.”
other man didn’t say anything for a moment.
“Steve, if you’re in the room again today, you’re going to draw
attention to yourself. You
think that will be good for business?”
looked up as the sound of the Imaging Chamber indicated that Al had
Frank, I have nothing to hide. I’ll
be all right. But I want to
make sure that innocent people aren’t being hurt.”
you sure that the Thompson’s are innocent, Steve?”
looked over to Al, silently asking if he had any more data.
Al nodded. “Yeah, they
are innocent. We looked into
the situation and found that Margaret’s great-uncle was sent to Siberia in
a Gulag in 1953. He’d been
outspoken against Kruschev. He
died there in 1955.”
innocent, Frank. We need to
shifted in his seat, his body language indicating his discomfort with
Steve’s plan. “Okay, Steve.
I still think it’s a bad idea.”
time does Polvik appear?”
is set to appear right after lunch, at 1:00 p.m.”
I’ll see you there.”
picked up his briefcase and exited the office, leaving Tom at his desk.
Something was nipping at the back of Tom’s consciousness.
There was something not right about this Michael Polvik.
He wasn’t sure what is was, but he was sure it was significant.
the drive to the capitol city, Al filled Tom in on what they had learned.
“Really very little information, Tom.
The party has been losing members for the last eight years.
Polvik is a low level clerk at the State Department.
He had joined the party during the war but left back in January.”
works at the State Department? Weren’t
there a few employees from the State Department that resigned during these
but Polvik wasn’t one of them. He
continued to work there for several years until he retired in 1961.
Hmmmm… this is interesting…”
it looks like when Polvik retired, he moved to Florida.
He’d been able to purchase a sizable piece of property which he
developed and became a millionaire.”
so strange about that?”
paid for the land in cash. How
did he come to have that much cash on his salary?”
I want you to find out more about this Michael Polvik.
I have the feeling something isn’t right here.”
Tom. I smell something fishy
myself.” Al headed out to
“follow the money” or at least to ask Ziggy to do so.
It was possible that the man had come into this sum of money
honestly, but Al felt there was something more to uncover.
continued into Washington, arriving about noontime. He went to a local lunch counter in a restaurant close to the
hearing room. He smiled as he
noticed the prices. $1.50 for a
BLT. He wished the prices were
still that reasonable in what should be his own present.
The last time he’d been in Washington, D.C., a person could barely
get a meal for under $10. He
shook his head. He ordered the
BLT with a glass of tea and contemplated this leap.
hoped that Al would come through for him.
Both Tom and Al had worked with government systems for years.
He knew that the pay wasn’t very good.
The idea that a man could amass enough money to purchase that much
land and develop it using cash set of bells in his head.
He’d seen the same concern in Al’s eyes before he left.
finished his sandwich and ordered a piece of pie. Not as good as his mother’s but it was definitely homemade.
You could always tell by the crust.
He finished his meal, left a nice tip and headed out to see if he
could help Margaret Thompson survive this time through.
hearing room was again filled with people wanting to see and hear the
persons that the Subcommittee had subpoenaed.
He noticed the man next to Senator McCarthy and recognized him as
Robert Kennedy. He was handing
the Senator a stack of files, apparently indicating one file in particular.
couldn’t imagine why Kennedy would be in the room. Suddenly, though, a hole in the “Swiss-cheese” of his
mind filled in. He recalled
that Robert Kennedy had been appointed as the assistant counsel to the Senate
Permanent Subcommittee on Investigations.
Another man, who Tom recognized as Roy Cohn called Kennedy over.
Cohn had come to prominence during the Rosenberg trials in the early
fifties. His cross-examination
of Ethyl Rosenberg’s brother had lead to the most damning evidence against
the Rosenberg, ultimately leading to their conviction and execution.
Later, it would be found that Ethyl’s brother had perjured himself
and that the testimony was suspect. Currently,
Cohn had become the chief counsel for the subcommittee, appointed over
Robert Kennedy. He was
known for his aggressive questioning of suspected communists.
found a seat towards the back of the room.
Frank joined him a few minutes later.
A man in typical government dress of a dark suit, white shirt, and
dark blue tie entered the room taking his seat at the table where Tom had
sat the day before.
Hey Frank, what type of lifestyle would you say Michael lives?”
he’s definitely in the middle class.
Lives a pretty boring life. But
he doesn’t have the wife or kids most of us have.
I guess living the life of a bachelor frees up a little cash.”
Kids can be expensive.”
can say that again. Janie is
getting braces next month. I
just about fell over when the doctor told me how many those ugly things will
cost. But she has such crooked teeth.
They’ll be worth it in the long run.”
nodded as the room was called to order.
Michael Polvik was sworn in promising to “tell the truth, the whole
truth, and nothing but the truth,” so help him God.
Polvik. You’ve been
subpoenaed to appear before this committee due to your involvement with the
sir. I admit I was a member of
the Party, but I didn’t really know what it was about.”
work for the State Department?”
I’m a file clerk. I have been
didn’t fight in the war?”
was 4F on account of my eyesight. I
wanted to go, but they told me no.”
did you join this group?”
didn’t see anything wrong with them.
They seemed to be willing to help with people in the labor movement. At the time, I thought that was a good thing.
I’ve since changed my opinion.”
have ended your association with this group?”
earlier this year I officially withdrew, but I hadn’t really ever been
what you would call an active member. When
I realized just how cozy these people were with the Russians, well, I’m no
see.” The Senator looked into
one of the files in front of him. “How
do you know that this group is as you say “cozy” with the Russians?”
know for a fact that one of the members, a Margaret Thompson has family back
in Russia. I believe she has
connections with those Godless Reds. I’ve
seen her sending packages to Russia.”
else do you know about this woman?
I know that the group has met at their house numerous times.”
buzz in the room took on a restless feel.
Another so called American housewife.
That’s what Ethyl Rosenberg had tried to portray herself as.
The fact that this woman blatantly sent things to Russia and hosted
Communist’s in her home was all the evidence that they needed.
The people in the room obviously had decided what that meant.
Tom could feel the room change.
It was like sharks in an ocean when blood was present.
see.” The Senator handed a
folder to Robert Kennedy. A
short discussion took place between them and Kennedy left the room, folder
Polvik, what is your own relationship with the Communist Party?”
state categorically that although I may have foolishly joined this
organization in the interest of helping American workers in our democracy, I
never have supported their activities which would bring down our
are dismissed for now, Mr. Polvik. However,
we reserve the right to call you before this committee in the future.”
had heard what he needed to hear. He
told Frank it was his opinion that Margaret Thompson would be subpoenaed
that day. He wanted to offer
her their assistance. Frank
agreed to do what he could. Tom
told him about Margaret’s uncle being in a Gulag due to dissention with
the Communist Party in Russia. Frank’s
eyebrows had risen at this revelation.
He indicated this could help her.
headed back to Laurel to let Margaret Thompson know she would not be alone
to face the Subcommittee. He
hoped it was enough to save her.
Tom returned home, he headed over to the Thompson’s home.
A petite woman, in her mid-twenties, met him at the door.
She had her blond hair in a bun and was wearing the ubiquitous
housedress that was common for this timeframe.
Tom smiled. “Margaret?”
anyone been here this afternoon to give you any papers?”
looked confused. “Papers?
What type of papers?”
realized she had not yet been served. “Um,
well, I was at the hearing in Washington earlier today.
Your name was brought up by Michael Polvik.” Tom noted that Al had again joined him. He continued speaking with Margaret, letting her know what
had happened earlier and what was to come.
“He indicated your family has connections to Russia and the
meetings you have held here at your home.
I think you’re going to be subpoenaed.”
turned white. Tom helped her
over to the couch. “Margaret.
I don’t think you have anything to worry about.
Frank and I have agreed to help you get through this.”
Tom wasn’t sure she’d heard him.
Margaret’s eyes were fixed in front of her, as if she was in a
state of mild shock. “Did you
hear me, Margaret? You won’t
have to go through this alone.”
words finally registered in her consciousness and she turned to him, a
grateful expression on her face. “Steve,
thank you. I don’t know what
I would do otherwise.”
sharp rapping noise came from the front door.
Margaret rose to answer it. When
she opened the door, she found a man standing in the doorway, an envelope in
hand. “Are you Mrs. Margaret
How can I help you?”
man thrust the envelope into her hand.
“These papers are for you. Have
a good day ma’am.” The man
then turned and walked away.
looked at the envelope. Everything
about it said “government.” She
opened it and took out the letter. “I’m
supposed to appear tomorrow at 2:00 p.m.
Oh, Steve, I can’t believe this is happening.
My Uncle Vlad is not a communist.
I only send him staples like tea and sugar.
I don’t understand why I’m being considered un-American.”
walked over to her. “Margaret,
the country is scared. People
are afraid that a nuclear attack could destroy everything.
They just want to feel safe and sometimes that means not thinking
through things. Being willing
to believe things about people that just aren’t true.”
nodded. “Thank you, Steve. It means a lot to me that you and Frank will be there with
me. I’m sure George will
appreciate it as well.”
smiled. Margaret, that’s what
friends are for. “I’ll pick
you up tomorrow morning. Frank
and I will go over what the day will be like for you.”
Tom looked over to Al, questioning what he’d found out.
you’ve saved her. She’s not
going to commit suicide now. They
will find that she’s not a communist sympathizer and definitely not a
threat. And she and George now leave the Communist Party.”
is going to be fine, Margaret.” He
got up to leave. “I’ll see
you tomorrow morning.”
walked himself to the door. As
he walked back to his house, he turned to Al.
“If I’ve saved her, why haven’t I leapt?”
know, Tom. Obviously there is
more you have to do. Maybe
there is something to the Polvik cash flow.
It seems there have been small deposits being made randomly into his
account. This has been
happening since 1947 and continues all the way until he retires.
That’s where the money to buy the land comes from.”
nodded. When he reached the
house, he called Frank and told him what he’d learned about Polvik.
Frank whistled. “Wow,
that could be something, Steve. I’ll
see if I can find out anymore.”
explained his plan to work with Margaret the next day.
He told Frank he’d pick both of them up.
They could meet at his office to go over the information and help
Margaret understand what she would need to do.
They could then drive into Washington together.
Frank agreed to the plan.
again helped Margaret with the cooking.
She was making a baked chicken with stuffing.
Tom’s mind again turned towards the happier days at the Beckett
household when the family had shared such times together.
Again Tom wished that things could have been different. He again gave a small prayer that someday, he’d be allowed
to change what had happened, that there was some way to make the wrong of
his brother’s death right again. That
he would be able to again be with his brother in a happier time.
next morning, Tom had met with Michelle.
She was dressed in her Sunday best, which included a hat that wrapped
around her head with pink and white flowers.
He remembered his mother wearing a similar hat and smiled at the
Frank, and he had gone over what could be expected.
They let Margaret know that while it was normal to be nervous, she
would be all right.
arrived at the hearing room. Tom
again sat down behind the table where he had been a few days before.
He smiled that he was the only person to know that there were four
people at that table rather than the three that could be seen.
Al was sitting next to him as well.
hearing was called to order and Margaret was sworn in.
Tom was proud that she handled herself well, even though he knew she
was terrified. He also noticed
that the Senator was giving him a look that he did not appreciate seeing him
again, especially showing support for a woman the Senator felt was a
Communist sympathizer at the very least.
Tom met the gaze head on. He
wasn’t going to let this man intimidate him.
Andrews, why are you here?”
am here to help Mrs. Thompson. She
had requested both my and Frank Waters presence.”
see. I will remind you that you
are still under oath.” Tom
nodded and the Senator turned to Margaret.
Thompson. Some serious
accusations have been raised concerning you and the Communist Party.”
Senator looked down at his notes. “You
have an Uncle in the Communist Party in Russia who you correspond with?”
have an Uncle in Russia who I correspond with but he is not a member of the
Party. Indeed, he has been
persecuted. He lives in a Gulag
room again burst with restless conversations.
This time, however, Tom didn’t feel the bloodlust that had been
there before. Rather, the
feelings he sensed were conciliatory. The
Senator, though, was not yet willing to concede.
Polvik has indicated that your own involvement with the Communist Party has
been significant. I understand
that you have held meetings in your home for several years now.”
spoke up. “Mr. Polvik may
have been attempting to deflect your interest in his affairs.”
Senator looked annoyed. “I
was not speaking to you, Mr. Andrews. I
believe my question was addressed to Mrs. Thompson.”
nodded. “I served coffee and
cake at these meetings for my husband, nothing more.
George is a good man and had made friends with Harry Smite, the head
of the group. I don’t think
he saw this as being a problem, just the chance to help out a friend.
I can see now that it was not the best choice to make.”
again spoke up. “I know that
neither Margaret nor George are Communist sympathizers.
Indeed, the conversations I’ve had with them show they are as
patriotic as the most red-blooded American in this room.”
the attitude in the room was supportive.
Tom decided to again point in the direction of Michael Polvik. “Mr. Polvik, on the other hand, has been receiving monies
from an unknown source for several years.
His position as a file clerk in the State Department allows him to
access files that may be of ineptest to other governments.
I respectfully suggest that he should be the focus of your
investigation, not Mrs. Thompson.”
Senator’s face indicated his surprise at this revelation.
“Do you have anything to back this accusation up, Mr. Andrews?”
handed him a folder. “Yes,
Senator McCarthy, I do.” He
took the folder to Senator. The
room grew quiet as the Senator looked at the data in the folder.
He turned to Robert Kennedy and quietly handed him the folder.
smiled as beeps and whistles issued forth from the handlink.
“Tom, prepare to leap. That
did it. Polvik is now found to
have been taking money from the Russians in exchange for documents. He’s found guilty of espionage and spends the next 60 years
in prison. Serves him right for
smiled as a green electrical glow surrounded him.
The last thing he saw was the grateful face of the woman next to him.