Henry Jamison retreated back to his office after the night's events, and pressed a couple of buttons on his holo-communications device. There was a few seconds, if nothing before two figures appeared in the room with him. One was the Supreme Chief of Police, and another; a rather short woman with brown hair, styled into a small bun, and black, beady eyes. The President-to-be smiled at the two, who returned the smile, and clapped his hands together.

"You may be wondering why I called you both. But this is very important. Cheif, I need to know who were the suspects of the case I asked you to drop, please."

The Cheif nodded and dissapeared into thin air, popping back in with a beige folder. "The main suspects were as follows: James Jamison, Mason Jamison, Vander... P.. Py.. Vander P., and Deon Saunders."

Henry nodded and turned to the beady eyed woman. "Henrietta, I have a favor to ask of you. It is very important, and I need to make sure it is done." 

"Certainly, Henry. Anything for an old friend."

"Good. I need you, as head of all the Hospitals of the Districts, to restrict Deon Saunders of any paternity tests. Period. Do whatever it takes to get that done. I know they haven't gotten any on the black market yet, I have my source who confirms this, so it is crucial he does not get one. I have background information on him, so I will be sending you files of accomplices, family members, you name it, so that they do not get any, either."

The woman was quiet for some time before nodding her head. "Understood, Henry. Will do. I will be awaiting the information, and the plan will go into effect, immediately. In fact, I'm having someone notify all the hospitals as we speak."

"Thank you. I appreciate it. You will be seing a raise in your salary, shortly. Take care." And with that, the two others dissapeared, and Henry poured himself a drink. 

Saunders. It had been a while since he heard that name and saw that face....