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All Trails Lead To One Place – Thomas Calabrese

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The Deep State

Thomas Calabrese… Keri Loughlin served six years in the Navy as a Corpsman with three overseas deployments. After her discharge from military service, she enrolled in the nursing program at Cal State, San Marcos and had completed her requirements in microbiology, chemistry, anatomy, physiology, nutrition and psychology when she abruptly decided to change careers. Keri applied to the University Of Wisconsin, the top school for forensic science in the country. After graduating with a Bachelor of Science degree in criminal justice, she started her career in St. Louis, Missouri and became proficient as a crime scene photographer, investigator, computer forensics analyst, DNA technician and blood splatter and ballistics expert.

During a ten year career that took her to Las Vegas, Miami and Dallas where she worked on infamous cases such as the Desert Dismemberer, Everglade Exterminator and the Texas Twister, Keri’s reputation as one of the best forensic investigator in the country continued to grow. Eventually she decided to become an independent consultant so that she could operate without bureaucratic oversight. Police Departments would hire Keri to review reports and evidence for accuracy and in some cases conduct an independent investigation. In rare circumstances, similar to the Jacqueline Randall murder or the Rachel Zaharis suicide, private clients would hire her to find out the truth about the events.

Keri was working on a kidnapping case in Alameda, California and staying at the Marriott Residence Inn when she received a phone call from her closest friend and fellow Navy Corpsman, Susan Bila, “What’s going on?

“Just working, what about you?” Keri replied.

“The same, do you ever think about coming back to California?”

“Actually, I’m in the so called ‘Golden State’ right now,” Keri said.

“I don’t mean traveling through, I mean as your base of operations,” Susan suggested.

“I’ve given it some thought, just haven’t gotten around to crunching the numbers, it’s not that cheap living here anymore and it doesn’t make sense to pay for an expensive apartment or a house when I’m on the road as much as I am. Maybe someday I’ll make it back,” Keri explained.

“That someday is now,” Susan blurted out.

“What do you mean?”

“My mother passed away a year ago and I’ve finally gotten everything taken care of. My parents left me an inheritance and I’ve used part of it to modernize and update her home in Henie Hills. Now I have this five bedroom home that is much too big for me.”

“You can always sell it,” Keri suggested.

“I went to grade school at Palmquist and El Camino High School while I was living inside these walls. I’ve got too much history to walk away, maybe someday, but not at this point in my life.”

“You can always put an ad out for a roommate,” Keri said.

“I don’t want to live with strangers.”

“What happens if you get re-married?” Keri asked.

“I’ve been down that road before; it had too many potholes and not enough rest stops. Why don’t you move in with me?”

“Seriously?”  Keri was caught off guard by the offer.

“Yeah seriously, I’m currently working three twelve hours shifts a week as a charge nurse at Tri-City and you’re traveling a lot which means that we won’t see each other all that much. The house is paid for so all you have to do is split the utilities with me, which will allow you to save money to buy your own house. Unless I’m missing something, it seems like a pretty good deal.”

“Yeah, it sure does. Let me finish the case that I’m currently working on, then I’ll come down and we can discuss it in person,” Keri promised.

It took her a few weeks, but Keri eventually tracked down Doctor Hans Mueller who had turned a warehouse in East Oakland into a state of the art surgical facility. Doctor Mueller was a former plastic surgeon who lost his license for a series of offenses that included overbilling insurance companies, income tax evasion and illegal narcotics sale. While on bond, he disappeared and went underground. Using his unique set of medical skills, he became the physician of choice for criminals and terrorists who wanted to change their identities. For fees in the six and seven figure range Mueller would change a person’s facial appearance so that not even his own mother could recognize him. He even developed a procedure where he could transplant fingerprints from cadavers. These two procedures made it possible for terrorists to escape detection and capture.

What originally put Keri on Mueller’s trail was the autopsy of a terrorist who had been killed in a shoot-out with the FBI. Even though his surgeries were healed, the small scars on his neck and behind his ears did not escape the keen eyes of this seasoned investigator. From there, Keri did a data search on plastic surgeons and methodically began narrowing down the list. She contacted medical supply companies that specialized in equipment for these types of surgeries and cross referenced them. It was painstaking work, but Keri was good at it.

They were ready to breech the building and the leader of the team turned to Keri, “Miss Loughlin, we’ll take it from here.”

“I’m going in with you. I’ve been in combat before so don’t worry about me, Lieutenant,” Keri responded, “Remember we’d like to take Mueller alive if possible. He has technology we can use and we need the list of his patients.”

“Affirmative.”

Keri checked her weapon and took her position with the team. The first man placed an explosive charge on the metal door and detonated it. It exploded and they rushed in. Five men were recovering from their surgeries in one section of the building and armed guards met them with gunfire. Keri shot one man and he hit the ground with a thud and the other guards were killed by the team. Keri walked down the hallway with two men, opened a door and found a patient on an operating table while Doctor Mueller and his surgical team were cowering in the corner, She walked over and placed her pistol to his head, “Doctor Mueller, I presume.”

Keri met with her friend Susan a few days later and three weeks after that, she was a resident of Oceanside. The next four years went better than either one expected, the two women had an instinctive sense on when to give each other space, something that only happens with best friends. Keri bought a large storage shed and placed it behind the house to use as her office even though Susan has said that she could use one of the spare bedrooms. Even if it was only a matter of 30 feet, it was still enough to keep her personal life separate from her professional one. The examination of evidence often included gruesome photos and body remains and it just did not fit in with the décor of the house.

It should be remembered that the ‘Deep State’ is a hybrid association of government, top-level finance and industry that is effectively able to govern the United States without reference to the consent of the governed as expressed through the formal political process. It is the enemy of patriotism and the sworn adversary of our military men and women who goes into harm’s way to protect our way of life. The Deep State and military Special Operations are in a constant battle for supremacy. Special Operatives live and die by a code of honor, while members of the Deep State have no honor, code or moral compass and will do anything or kill anyone who opposes their radical agenda.  Some of these individuals are politicians who come into office with meager savings and leave public service with millions in off-shore bank accounts.

Keri was at home in the early evening and Susan was working at Tri–City Hospital when she heard the doorbell ring and got off the couch to answer it. A man in his early sixties and a woman about the same age as Keri were standing outside the door when she opened it, “Can I help you?”

“I am retired Admiral Peter McIntire and this is Emma Clark.”

“Good evening,” Emma Clark added.

“It seems like I should know you?” Keri asked, “Please refresh my memory.”

“You knew my husband, you saved his life in Afghanistan,” Emma said.

Suddenly the name flashed across her mind, “There was a young Navy Seal named Matthew Clark that was on a patrol with me when he was hit by enemy fire. Is that the same Clark?”

“Yes it is,” Emma added, “We are both eternally grateful.”

“No thanks are necessary, I was doing my job,” It suddenly occurred to Keri that this was more than just a social call, “How is your husband doing?”

He’s still in the Navy Seals, he is due to retire in two years,” Emma responded.

“That’s why we’re here,” Admiral McIntire interjected, “Master Chief Clark has a serious problem.”

“And you think that I might be able to help?” Keri asked.

“You are our last resort,” Emma’s voice cracked with emotion.

“Then you better come inside and tell me what’s going on,” Keri smiled.

Once they were seated in the living room, Admiral McIntire took a deep a breath and began to explain, “Master Chief Clark was leading a mission into Mexico to capture and if that wasn’t possible, terminate El Blanco.”

“The infamous drug dealer?”  Keri asked.

“The same, three DEA agents were brutally murdered outside Rosarita Beach and Homeland Security requested military assistance,” Admiral McIntire continued.

“Apparently someone in the government didn’t want an interruption in the flow of illegal narcotics across the border,” Emma added, “They warned the cartel and they were waiting for the Seals when they reached their target.”

“The team fought their way out of the ambush and made it back to their extraction point,” Admiral McIntire said.

“They didn’t expect that,” Emma continued, “Three weeks later a report mysteriously appeared that the Navy Seals mistakenly targeted the wrong house and killed five innocent civilians. They were arrested and imprisoned.

“The report stated that the DNA of Master Chief Clark was found on two of the murder victims,” Admiral McIntire said.

“I have to ask this question and don’t be offended, “Keri said, “Are you absolutely sure that they didn’t do it?”

“The men are being held at the Miramar brig and I’ve had the opportunity to speak with them. They gave me their word that they were never in that house,” Admiral McIntire emphasized with conviction.

Emma seconded the Admiral, “I know my husband and he would never kill innocent civilians.”

“Admiral, you said that you were retired?” Keri asked.

“Affirmative.”

“I can see why Mrs. Clark is here, what is your connection?”

“Besides being a former SEAL, I also operate a non-profit organization that helps the families of fallen warriors. We also have a legal defense fund for situations such as this and are prepared to pay for your services,” Admiral McIntire stated firmly.

“When you explain it that way, the answer is no,” Keri replied.

“You mean you won’t help us?” Emma’s voice quivered.

“Of course I’ll help; I just won’t accept any money. It seems to me that you have better uses for your funds. Tell me everything you know and start from the beginning, you can never tell what might be useful.” After discussing the incident for over an hour, Keri decided how she wanted to proceed, “I don’t want you to tell anyone about this meeting or that I am involved. Can you do that?”

“Sure, but why?” Admiral McIntire inquired.

“In cases where evidence is falsified, those doing the falsifying are not usually experts in the field of forensics. Once it’s known that I’m working for the defense, they’ll probably call in an expert of their own to tie up any loose ends. I intend to use those loose ends to hang them with their own rope.”

“What about my husband’s lawyer, should I tell him?” Emma asked.

“Absolutely not, I don’t how good of a lawyer he is, but I’ve seen the government bombard a defense attorney with motions and objections if they think he’s getting too close to the truth or an acquittal. Let him operate at his own pace and I’ll come in at the appropriate time.”

“Affirmative,” Admiral McIntire promised.

“You two are going to run interference for me; I’ll tell you what I need and you’re going to have to find a way to get it.”

“We’ll get it done, you’ve got my word,” Admiral McIntire put his arm around Emma’s shoulder.

“I’ll make out a list, Admiral, I need six former Navy Seals who don’t mind going back into harm’s way,” Keri requested.

“To save one of their own, I can get you as many as you need!” Admiral McIntire boomed out.

“Emma, you need to get everything from the lawyer that he has in his possession pertaining to this case. If you have to pay to have it copied, then do so. If he says no then tell him that you have the right to see it.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Emma smiled and embraced Keri to show her appreciation.

When Keri reviewed the evidence, she quickly determined that it was fabricated. She also determined from the way that certain words were repeated over and over in the witness statements that were they written by unimaginative bureaucrats, probably sitting in a room with someone looking over their shoulders and telling them what to put down. Nothing about this case passed the ‘smell test’. The thing that really caught her attention was the government’s refusal to let the defense visit the ‘so called’ crime scene. Their feeble excuse was that Los Cabos, which ranked as the most dangerous city in Mexico was a battleground between rival cartels and posed too great a risk to go into.

When Keri met the six former Navy Seals in Imperial Beach, they were armed and ready to go. They introduced themselves by their call signs of Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Fox and Golf and that was fine with her. When they reached the house outside Los Cabos, Keri looked at the photographs in the file to make sure they were in the right place, “This is it.”

As it turned out the residence was one of the many homes under the control of the Guzmanes y Tegoripenos gang.  A sign was prominently posted in the front yard; ‘We have made more than clear that we hold all the power and that Baja north and south are ours.”  There were about a dozen armed men lounging outside and no telling how many more were inside.

Keri looked through her binoculars, “They’re not going to make this easy, are they?”

Bravo checked his high powered sniper rifle, “If I wanted it easy, I would have become an entitled snowflake instead of a Seal. I didn’t come here just for the Margaritas.”

The plan was simple; three Navy Seals would set up their high powered rifles and provide cover fire for Keri and the other three men as they entered the structure.

The signal was given and the Navy Seals opened fire and did not stop shooting until every target was lying motionless on the ground. Bravo kicked in the front door and shot two men upon entry. Keri was in between the other two Seals as one kept his focus on anybody that might come up behind them. As occupants in the house came into view, they were immediately eliminated and when the area was secured, Bravo calmly turned to Keri, “It’s all yours, Doc.”

While the Seals guarded the area, Keri meticulously went about her job about verifying the accuracy of the prosecution’s crime photos and taking some of her own. The last room that she opened was filled with narcotics. She took several photos of the illegal drugs and called out, “I’ve got what I need.”

They departed the house through the front door as two vehicles filled with armed men raced up to intercept them. The three Navy Seals who were providing cover fire terminated the threat.  Bravo kicked over the warning sign in the front yard and spit on it.

The trial of the Master Chief Matthew Clark took place in Coronado and the prosecution put on a compelling case based on their falsified evidence and felt confident of a conviction. Defense Attorney John Roxburg stood up to address the court, “In order to expedite these proceedings, I’m calling Keri Loughlin, forensic scientist as my first witness.”

After being sworn and verifying her credentials, Keri addressed the court, “In all my years as an investigator and in every one of the cases that I have worked on, this malicious prosecution against Master Chief Matthew Clark is the most egregious and disgraceful example of misconduct that I have ever had the displeasure to witness.  The prosecution fabricated blood and saliva samples to match the profile of Master Chief Clark without actually obtaining any tissue from the alleged crime site. Red cells do not contain DNA, but yet the prosecution stated that this was their primary way of determining Master Chief Clark’s blood. It is beyond shameful; it is arrogantly moronic and criminal. I used a test developed by the Israelis to determine between fake and real DNA evidence by analyzing patterns of DNA methylation. As if that isn’t enough to convince the court of gross misconduct, I also have undeniable proof that the crime photos by the prosecution were also fabricated.”

Master Chief Matthew Clark was acquitted and returned to full duty and the charges against the other Seals were dismissed, but things weren’t exactly over. It took almost a year, but Keri was able to use her investigative skills to find out who was involved in the conspiracy and it was finally time to show the perpetrators what true justice felt like.

A group of high ranking politicians and government officials were meeting with El Blanco and his entourage in a private estate in Acapulco. The mood was festive and casual when one American politician took a long gulp from his bottle of Corona beer, “We didn’t foresee Loughlin getting involved. She is now on our termination list and when the time comes, we’ll take her out. That’s our promise to you, but in the meantime, it is business as usual.”

The Navy Seals and Keri had their sniper rifles set up on a hilltop, exactly six hundred and eleven yards away. They were lying next to each other in the prone position with their rifle butts gently pressed against their shoulders. Bravo turned to Keri with a unique offer, “Care to take first one?”

Keri sighted in through the scope while her right index finger slowly exerted pressure against the trigger, “Like somebody once said, “I didn’t come here just for the Margaritas,” She fired and six more deadly shots followed in quick succession.

In this particular case, All Trails Lead To One Place, The Deep State.

The End

 

 

 

 

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17 Comments

  1. Ron Pickett says:

    Good story Tom.
    Timely?

  2. Pat says:

    I think this is one of your best, Tom

  3. John Michels says:

    Enjoyed this story. Too bad the deep state can’t be taken out by snipers one at a time.

  4. Robert says:

    Enjoyed this story very much. Keep them coming.

  5. Joe says:

    Enjoyed your story today.

  6. Steve says:

    Have I ever told you how much I hate the Deep State? Any defeat of the criminal element in our government has got my congrats!

  7. Guy says:

    Another victory for the good guys and America…keep them coming

  8. wolf says:

    Good one Tom. Sometimes hearings, investigation do not produce the right results. Kerri and her team were the appropriate sentence in this case.

  9. Jeremy says:

    CSI Oceanside, make this a television series and I’ll be a regular viewer

  10. Clyde says:

    Besides being entertained, I always learn something new when I read one of Tom’s stories.

  11. Tony says:

    Once again. Mr. Tom Calabrese delivers a fantastic story of intrigue and suspense. His research is meticulously with explanations for the common layman. This Sunday’s story really holds a persons attention because it deals with scheming people that take advantage of others. While they walk on the shady side of the street to benefit their egos and line their pockets with blood money.

  12. Bart says:

    Good story Tom. (+)

  13. Bill says:

    Very timely, considering what is happening in our government on a daily basis

  14. Janet says:

    That was awesome! The reference to “Dr. Mueller” and those “entitled snowflakes” is priceless. Great story – keep them coming.

  15. Tamra says:

    Let justice be done…Keri, you’re my hero

  16. Mona says:

    Excellent story! So realistic too….

  17. Larry says:

    Another one of my favorites

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