Incarnate: Mars Origin "I" Series Book III by Abby L. Vandiver Page B

from everyone and walked over to
the kitchen table. “Just let me sit down.” Everyone followed me. I pushed out a
long sigh as I sat. I put my hand over my forehead and closed my eyes.
    Mase
put his arm around me. “You okay? I was so worried.” He pulled me in close.
    “We
were all worried,” Claire said.
    I
nodded my head. “I’m fine.” I opened up my eyes, leaned in and kissed Mase,
pulling away, I looked around at everyone.
    “And
what the heck could anyone want with you?” Greg took a chair across from where
I where I was sitting.
    “You
wouldn’t believe it if I told you.”
    Callie
went to the kitchen window. “How did you get here?”
    Greg
hopped up and joined Callie at the window. “Is there someone out there?”
    “Nobody’s
out there.” He and Callie were peering out of the window. “They dropped me
off.”
    Again
all eyes turned and looked at me.
    “Who?”
They spoke in unison.
    “Who
dropped you off?” Greg said.
    I
looked at Nikhil Chandra, who hadn’t said anything since my return, and then
back at the large group standing in my kitchen. “It was Bruce Cook.”
    “Bruce
Cook?” Nikhil repeated the name and his whole demeanor changed.
    Greg
came over and bent down in front of me with a furrowed brow and breathing
heavily. “The guy from the Bilderberg Group?  Senator Bruce Cook? He’s the
one that took you?”

Chapter Sixteen
     
    Everyone
in the room didn’t know who Bruce Cook was, so before I could relay the story
of what he wanted, I had to bring my sister Callie, and my kids Courtney and
Micah up to speed.
    While
I told them, both Greg and Mase had amused looks on their faces because they
remembered our past experiences with him. But the look on Nikhil’s face was
something different. A few times I lost my train of thought trying to read it
and figure out what he was thinking.
    “So,
this Senator from California is also the head of a secret organization?” Micah
questioned me like he had me on the witness stand.
    “Yeah.
But it’s not so secretive. We found its website and past member names on the
Internet,” I said.
    “That’s
true, we did find their information in the public domain, but what they do is a
secret, Micah,” Greg spoke. “Call it what it is, Justin. And this guy - a
Senator - shouldn’t be a part of it. Where’s the transparency in that?”
    Mase
laughed. “There isn’t any.” He went over to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher
of iced tea.
    “What’s
the name of this organization, Ma?” Micah pulled out his cell phone.
    “The
Bilderberg Group.”
    “Google.
Bilderberg Group,” Micah spoke into his phone.
    “Here,
Sweetie.” Mase put a glass of iced tea in front of me. I’ll go out later and
get you something stronger. I know you must need some Pepsi right about
now.”
    “Pepsi
would be nice.” I smiled at Mase.
    “Yeah
so, Micah,” Mase said, rubbing my back, “when I took your mother out to San
Diego to meet him, she said the meeting was kind of scary.”
    Micah
was scrolling down on his phone, apparently reading whatever his Google search
had pulled up.
     “Okay,”
Micah said looking up to get our attention. “This says that ‘the Bilderberg
Group is comprised of approximately 120–150 political leaders and
experts from industry, finance, academia and the media .’” He read off of
his phone. “They have annual private meetings and quote, ‘provide
an opportunity for participants to speak and debate candidly and to find out
what major figures really think, without the risk of off-the-cuff comments
becoming fodder for controversy in the media.’”
    “We already know that, Micah. We dealt with those folks last year I
told you,” Greg said.
    “Well, I didn’t know, Uncle Greg,” Courtney said walking over to her
brother. “Let me see that.”
    “What in the world does that have to do with you being kidnapped?” Callie
asked.
    “It’s so strange,” I said turning to Callie. “When I spoke to him last
year,