It was dark and after nine before Scott
could go home. He spent four hours driving around trying to get a grip on himself. After
pulling the car into the garage, he slowly tried to sneak in the rear door. Sue was
sitting on the sofa in the front room, ready to confront him about another broken promise
to the children. She was in a long bathrobe, her long blond hair still wet from a shower.
Seeing her, Scott thought about the danger he had put her in the mattress and the
video camera. He hated himself for being a coward.
Sue's hurt and disappointment evaporated when she saw the blood all
over the front of his shirt. She also noticed how messed up and dirty Scott's suit was.
Alarmed, she jumped up and ran over to him. "What happened? Did you get into an
accident? Are you okay?"
Unable to answer, Scott put his arms around her and pulled her to him.
As she laid her head on his shoulder, Scott felt her wet hair on his neck, smelled the
shampoo and her freshness. They embraced, still in love after over twenty years of
marriage. Here stood the ideal family: husband, wife and two children, active in their
church, respected by the community, but now they were on the verge of destruction.
During the hours Scott had driven around, he had tried to figure a way
out, but came up blank. One thing he did decide upon: never to tell Sue about the jeopardy
he had put their family in. Sue believed her husband made sure all the statistics, polls,
and facts were accurate for the morning papers and news media, that his working late
through many nights was to assure the truth was compiled correctly. This seemed a fair
trade-off for the time he missed with the family.
It was only because of Sue that Scott attended church, and now Scott's
weak faith was being tested. Standing there in doubt and fear, Scott knew what he would
have to do. I will go along with whatever the Department needs. I have to protect my
family. How fair are you, God? If all I ever did in my life was to change the truth a
little, a few lies are not worth my family's welfare. God, you leave me no other choice. I
just hope that Mr. Henderson needs me after we find the computer infiltrator. If not . . .
Paul let go of Sue, pushed her back so he could talk, "I'm
sorry that I missed the kids' play."
Like the many times she had done so in the past, she replied, "I
took care of it. I explained to them how important your job was, and that maybe next time
you would make it."
Next time. There may never be a next time. A cold chill went
down Scott's spine.
"What happened to you? Did you get into an accident? It looks like
your nose got hit."
"I tripped on the parking bumper and fell into the car when I left
Sue looked at his clothes and said, "How did you get so
"I rolled around on the ground a little. It was dark and I must
have been knocked out. It's no big deal."
Sue took Scott by the hand into the kitchen and had him sit in a chair.
She went to the sink and turned on the water. As she reached for the first aid supplies
above the sink, her robe came undone. Her exposed white flesh made Scott think of Kirk,
the mattress, the video camera.
The warm cloth felt good as Sue cleaned Scott's face and the blood from
under his nose. She straddled him on the chair, as she often did, uninhibited and very
much still in love with her husband. Scott was a good provider and although she wished he
could spend more time with the children, she was pleased with the lifestyle his position
afforded them. She often said, however, she would give it all up if Scott could spend more
time at home. As Sue ran her fingers through Scott's light brown wavy hair, she felt a big
bump. She needed the truth. "Scott, what really happened tonight? When you didn't
show up at the kids' play, I knew something was wrong. I thought you would be there no
matter what. What's wrong?"
Scott looked at his beautiful wife . . . in her half-opened robe. He
was terrified for her. "Honey, whatever happens," Scott swallowed hard. "I
just want you to know that nothing in this whole world could make me as happy as you have.
Ever since that first day my eyes found you in the college library, I have been living a
dream, a dream that I don't deserve."
Sue could not respond. She trusted her intuition. Something was
seriously wrong and she knew it had to do with the Department of Statistics. She never
tried to pass judgment, but some fifteen plus years ago at a Department function, when Mr.
Henderson professed to be an atheist and then quoted Scripture, she recognized him to be a
misguided man. She saw the fear in Scott's eyes and she started to weep.
"It will be okay," Scott said. He attempted to sound
reassuring but the memory of Mr. Henderson's threats robbed any assertiveness from his
Sue wiped the tears from her eyes, knowing that she would not get any
more answers. She never exactly knew what Scott did at the Department and after all the
years of her prying for information, she knew not to waste her time at another useless
attempt. She changed the subject, "The children may still be awake if you want to go
say good night."
"I'll do that," said Scott, as he lifted Sue from his lap.
Scott slowly pushed the door open to Chad's room and a small voice
asked, "Is that you, Daddy?"
"Yes it is. I'm sorry that I missed your play."
"It's okay. Mommy told us how important it is at your work. I
still love you. Maybe next time."
Scott's knees weakened as he realized how often Chad had said, Maybe
next time. Too many broken promises for a five-year-old to have to endure. Scott
turned and his back slid down the door jam. He sat right outside his youngest one's door,
too ashamed, too weak, and too frightened to stand.
The door across the hall opened. Polly saw her dad sitting on the
floor. "Daddy, are you okay?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.
Scott looked up at his other love and joy. "Yes, I'm fine. I just
feel so bad that I missed the play tonight."
Though only seven years old, Polly knew there was more to it then that.
She went over, sat on her dad's outstretched legs and hugged him. "When I said my
prayers tonight I asked Jesus to take care of you," she whispered into her daddy's
Chad's door opened and he joined in the hug. The three became one in a
bond that was more than blood. Both children hugged tighter, trying to pull a part of
their daddy inside of them. It was the same hug pictured and felt by thousand of soldiers
as they said good-bye to their families before going off to battle the endless hug
that all too often becomes the last.
Scott again apologized. "I'm so sorry that I missed the play. I
had even planned for us all to go out for ice cream afterward."
"Ice cream," echoed the two children.
"Yes. Next time I will be there and then we can all go out for a
"Oh, next time." Both voices again echoed, but now with a
tone of despondency.
Scott had let his children down all too many times and wished he could
change. The next words just flowed spontaneously. "Let's go get some ice cream."
"Now!" shouted the two exuberant children.
"Yes, now. Go get dressed."
At the ice cream parlor, Sue regarded her children over the rim of her
coffee cup, hot fudge all over their happy faces. Scott had squeezed between them in the
orange vinyl booth and listened to each small detail of the play. Sue could not join in.
It was out of character for Scott to take the children out for a treat. Something was so
terribly wrong. She prayed.
The children fell asleep on the way home from the restaurant; Sue sat
even closer to Scott than normal. Scott carried Chad into his bed. Polly groggily
followed. Sue helped both out of their clothes and recited a bedtime prayer, as always.
When Sue returned to the master bedroom, Scott was already in bed. She
asked nothing as she undressed, washed herself and slipped into a sexy nightgown. She was
a woman both meek and wanton. She knew when to be demure yet was determinably confident,
knowing exactly her place in the family. God had empowered her to be the moral foundation
for her children and gave her the grace of true womanhood. She had an aura that kept Scott
spellbound. Many a feminist envied her for having the very essence of womanhood they often
Sue slid into bed. Scott turned and kissed her. They lay flesh against
flesh, but on this night the uncertainty of the future precluded passion. Scott rolled
over and pretended to sleep but Sue knew better. She counted each of the five times he got
up to just go look upon the children. If it were not for the darkness, Sue could not have
hidden the tears that flowed throughout the night and drenched her pillow.
Out of character, Scott got up early and helped Sue with the morning
ritual of getting the children off to school. After Sue loaded the kids into the car and
got them off to school, she wished she could stay home, but this was the day she was to
help on a field trip.
Scott wandered around the house looking at pictures of his family. He
got out the family album and relived each photo. In twenty-four hours he would make his
settlement with the Department. He hoped Mr. Henderson would accept it.
Early Wednesday, while standing at the red steel door, Scott drew a
deep breath and knocked. The electric latch seemed to growl as it opened to admit him. Mr.
Henderson was sitting behind his massive wood desk in his executive chair, Kirk at his
side. As Scott approached the desk, Mr. Henderson put the newspaper down they were
reading, revealing the headline, FAULTY GAS LINE CAUSED SENATOR'S PLANE TO EXPLODE.
Mr. Henderson glanced up and asked, "Well Scott, have you made
your decision? Are you with us?"
"Yes. Whatever the Department needs, I'm with you."
"Good. I want you to work on a big project. I need you to continue
feeding out false information about all these small upstart churches. There is one in
Texas and one small Christian orphanage in Oregon you can start with. Get the Bureau of
Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms involved. I want the ATF to make it one of their missions.
Make sure you exonerate the government, just like that case in Montana when they shot that
white separatist's wife and animals."
Scott sickened. That was the only project on which he had altered
information that resulted in a death. Scott took another deep breath, preparing to say he
would not be involved with any bombings or killings, but Kirk butted in. "Before you
start on that project, I need you to remember the name of that guy that broke into our
computer last Friday night."
"It was David with some Irish last name," Scott replied
sarcastically, not even looking at Kirk.
"You'd better try harder than that," ordered Kirk.
"We do need to find that computer infiltrator. He could destroy
our whole goal here at the Department. You must cooperate completely with Kirk!"
ordered Mr. Henderson.
Scott wanted to know exactly what the goal of the Department was. He
had no real problem getting a few key people elected to office and changing a few
statistics to make a better society, but over the past few years, as the Department grew,
so did Mr. Henderson's power an evil power that was corrupting the Department. Kirk
was a different story. From the very beginning, he felt that he was above the law and his
relationship with Mr. Henderson turned out to be a volatile mixture. It was like a
marriage made in hell. Biting his tongue, Scott replied with a simple, "I'll help
Kirk find that David character."
"Good," said Mr. Henderson. "I want the two of you to
get on that right away. Make that your first priority."
"Tom might recall more of what we read on the monitor last
Friday," Scott suggested, trying to show eagerness yet not really wanting to help or
be near Kirk.
"Oh, you must not have heard. Tom died in a car accident last
night," Kirk said nonchalantly.
Scott could not believe his ears. He had worked side by side with Tom
for over five years. Tom was more than a co-worker; he was his fishing buddy and friend.
Now he was dead! In a state of shock, Scott looked at Kirk hoping he had not heard right.
Kirk had an evil grin on his face.
Frightened and dazed, Scott returned to his desk and sat in a stupor,
not even noticing as the other employees came on morning shift. The mood on the whole
third basement level was somber as the word spread about the death of Tom and his teenage
son. The rumor was that on Tuesday morning, when Tom met with Mr. Henderson and Kirk,
almost everyone heard the shouting and accusations. Tom stormed out of Mr. Henderson's
office went to his desk, gathered some things and left. Now he and his son were dead!
Running to the bathroom Scott slammed open a stall door and threw up
into the toilet. While splashing cold water onto his face at the sink, he looked at
himself in the mirror and asked himself, Who am I? Just some worthless coward who is
afraid to stand up for what is right? I've known what was going on at the Department for
years. Scott's mind went blank as he stared again into his own eyes in the mirror. He
was not proud of what he saw. Scott got sick again.
Scott was leaning back over the toilet when he heard the door open. The
footsteps of someone walking across the tile floor toward him echoed off the marble walls.
He trembled with the knowledge that he was not a soldier, not capable to stand up and
defend himself, let alone protect his family. A bullet to the back of his head would be a
reprieve. He was a man who had sold his soul. Only through the strength of God can a man
stand tall at the time of his death, and that man must live for principle and truth. This
was not Scott's case.
"Scott, this is Dan. Are you okay?"
Scott mumbled, "Yes."
Dan whispered through the stall door, "Scott, I'm leaving the
Department at lunch and will never be back. We have been friends a long time and I know I
can trust you. I just wanted to say good-bye."
Scott came out from the stall, bent over and looked under the rest of
the stalls to make sure they were alone. "What do you mean you're leaving?"
Dan continued to whisper, "Things have gotten out of hand here.
When I was recruited eight years ago, I bought into Mr. Henderson's philosophy that the
news media was controlling what people thought by the spin they put on a story, that they
conducted polls in a way to get the results they wanted. Back then changing a few things
on the wire service seemed right. But now Mr. Henderson is controlling elections and the
way people think. Right now he has me working on a project that is going to kill millions
"What are you talking about?"
Just as Dan started to answer the restroom door swung open. One of the
newest employees came in and used the urinal. Scott and Dan washed their hands silently
until the new recruit left.
Dan continued. "Mr. Henderson has me working on this project all
by myself. I'm to release all these phony poll results over the wire showing how the
majority of people favor letting terminally ill people kill themselves. It's this dying
with dignity thing you keep reading about. He is obsessed with it. You should see the
outline he wants me to work within. All you are going to see in the media is how humane
and right assisted death is. I know he has someone else working on releasing facts on how
costly it is on society to keep terminally ill people living. Not only that, I read a
statistic last week that it cost more to keep a Downs Syndrome patient living than what
the average man earns in a lifetime. I don't know what statistic or poll to believe any
longer. And the crux is, I'm part of it."
"Dan, I think you are overreacting. We have only swayed a few
polls, and maybe we did help a few people to get into office, but they were the right
people for the job."
"Scott, wake up. What project are you working on?"
"Mr. Henderson wants me to keep all these upstart churches in
line. You know, just the radical ones."
"Scott, take a look at the whole picture. First it's the small
churches, next it will be organized religion. Don't you get it? While I am feeding the
media how great this death with dignity is, someone else is releasing all these statistics
about how expensive it is to keep certain people living. And you." Dan took a deep
breath. "You are working at destroying the moral fibers that hold society
Scott did not like what he heard. He was not part of some evil plan to
destroy true Christianity. He was not like others that wanted to rewrite history and deny
that the country's greatness came about because it was founded on Christian principle.
Although not a vigorous believer, he had to defend himself. "Dan, you're wrong. I
would quit right now if I thought the Department was out to destroy the moral foundation
of the country."
Dan looked Scott straight in the eyes. "Then leave with me
tonight. At lunch I am going to pick my kids up at school, then go get my wife and get
away from here."
After everything that had happened, Scott had been vacillating over
what to do. He liked Dan's defiant stand of just leaving the Department. "Dan, I need
some time to get things in order. Could you wait a week or so to leave?"
"And end up like Tom and his son?" whispered Dan.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know how to check what the Department changed for the press
last night. Go see for yourself." Dan quickly exited.
Scott stood in front of the mirror, unable to look at himself. It had
become so easy to lie to himself over the years. Scott gazed at the clock on the wall; it
was just past nine. His eyes lowered to the photo of Sue and his children. He had to know!
Scott turned up the brightness on his monitor and searched backwards through the
information that had come across the wire service into the Department late Tuesday evening
and found the initial story.
TOM BARKER AND TEENAGE SON KILLED WHEN THEIR CAR REAR-ENDED A SEMI
TRUCK AND BURST INTO FLAMES. POLICE REPORTS INDICATE BRAKE FAILURE. EYEWITNESS REPORTED
CAR SWERVED AROUND SEVERAL CARS FIRST. NO SKID MARKS.
Scott took a deep breath as he paged forward to verify that the story
had indeed been changed. He found the entry that the Department had changed on the wire
service late Tuesday while he was off. The new entry read:
TOM BARKER AND TEENAGE SON KILLED WHEN THEIR CAR REAR-ENDED A SEMI
TRUCK AND BURST INTO FLAMES. INITIAL POLICE REPORTS ALCOHOL INVOLVED. SEVERAL EYEWITNESSES
TESTIFIED TO CAR SWERVING ALL OVER ROAD.
Although everyone besides Mr. Henderson and Kirk knew less than Scott,
they all speculated about what had happened to Tom and his son. A few denied to themselves
that they were a part of anything, just like Scott had done over all the years. Some
employees went home distraught with what little they did know and terrified over what they
thought they knew. Scott just sat at his desk numb, staring at the photo of his family. He
was beyond terror truth was now staring him down.