George Schoeneman sat at his desk. His agents had combed through the tons of financial records that had been given to him last August. In doing so, they had begun to build a solid case against Toffer French and his company. before him sat his successor, John B. Dunlap. Together, they were putting the final touches on the case so it could go on after George left.
For the past year, he had worked hard alongside J. Howard McGrath to build a solid case against Toffer French and French Industries. The deeper they delved into the documents they had been given, the more appalled they had become. This company, this man and his family, needed to be brought down.
But now, J.Edgar Hoover had gotten mixed up in the wrong end of the case, supporting the current witch hunt that was being carried out. In fact, he had begun to insist that both Schoeneman and McGrath were guilty-or, at least some within their department-of corruption and ‘communist’ sympathies. It was ludicrous. Both departments were hand-picked. Neither were corrupt. Neither were communist in any way. Nor did they sympathize with any.
They merely believed that the witch hunt Hoover, McCarran, McCarthy, and Reagan were now pushing upon the innocent in their paranoia was pure madness. It was unnecessary. Unwanted. It was dangerous, lethal to the American Dream. In the end, it would become the evil that the country would try to bury.
He looked at Dunlap. “We need to make a call. You will be working with J. Howard McGrath on this case. We have been–cooperating with the Justice Department on this case. together, we have been trying to bring this company down. The evidence that was turned over to us is overwhelming. Corruption. Tax evasion. Murder. Cover ups.”
Dunlap nodded. “I see.”
Schoeneman smiled sadly. “This agency has been handling the tax evasion investigation portion of the case. But it seems that Toffer French has connections in high places. Namely Hoover. Seems everyone working on this case has been accused of corruption and are being squeezed out of their positions. Don’t let up in this pursuit. Keep this investigation going.”
Dunlap nodded again. “I will. Even if I have to pass it on to someone else. This case will go on.”
Schoeneman realized that Dunlap was serious. There would not be an end to the investigation. No matter what Hoover did, the show would go on. He smiled as he picked up the receiver. “Yes. Patch me through to McGrath. Thank you.” He waited for McGrath to answer. “Yes, J.? Bad news and good news. Bad news first. As of today, this is the last we will be working on the French case together. The good news is that you have an ally in my replacement. Yes. John Dunlap will be coming around to compare notes with you. Yes. I am getting ready to review progress so far with him.”
McGrath sat behind his desk. So his old ally had finally been forced to step down. It would be a matter of time before he was forced to do the same. There was an invisible war against America going on and Hoover, McCarran, McCarthy and their acolytes were waging it. Both he and Schoeneman knew that there had been no such communist plots against the country, but no one listened. Save the President. But he was one man against the many. Too many.
He only hoped that he could help do enough damage to the communist witch hunt before he, too, was forced to resign. He wanted to destroy it. It had already caused enough sadness and heartache. But Hoover and his followers didn’t care. They didn’t have hearts. They lacked compassion.
No matter. At least Schoeneman was leaving it in good hands. Dunlap was a good man. He would keep his word. Sure, he would miss George but John would do just as good a job as his old friend. Somehow, they would take down the truly corrupt and remove them from power. And their first would be Toffer French.
He closed his eyes. Still, it was only a matter of time before he was also forced to resign. Hoover would see to that. Just as he had with George. But, then, Hoover would probably force almost all those who opposed him to resign. After all, he led the war in DC.
McCarran and McCarthy were just pawns. A way to get Hoover’s unholy witch hunt made legal. And the FBI was his little gestapo, helping him hunt for people he could accuse of being traitors. No one was safe anymore, not from this war. This war would leave deep scars in the nation that would probably never heal.
It was sad, really. Honesty seemed to be outdated. Respect for others seemed outdated as well. Hell. Even freedom seemed to be passe.
Dark times had emerged in america, leaving the nation without real heroes. The FBI was no better than the Mafia. Some Congressmen were no better than the average thug. Greed and jealousy seemed to motivate many accusations against citizens. Someone had more money. Someone else was more popular as an actor or producer, or was better at both than their accuser. Or they had a better looking house or more friends.
America wasted energy accusing its own instead of building a better future for all. It was destroying itself from the inside. It didn’t have to worry about its enemies destroying it from the outside, it had met the enemy and it was…itself. Sad. Fruitless.
McGrath was saddened. He knew that he might not get to see how it all ended. Not that he wanted to, but he wouldn’t get to see Hoover go down for his crimes against the country. He shook his head. He really wanted to see that little prick get his.
If America only knew the files that J. Edgar kept on everyone, files that no one had access to, they would demand that he be strung up like a cattle rustler. But execution would be too good for him. Hell. It was too good for those who wanted to ‘cleanse’ America. He sat back and rubbed his eyes. How did America ever come to this?