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Thrice Rescued

... in shape and my head was mostly in the right place. The district had a pretty good employee assistance plan and Mrs. H got me enrolled into twice a week counselling sessions. By Christmas, I was mostly back to my old self, except for the hole in my heart where Vera had once resided.

CHAPTER FOUR

The laws regarding missing persons in Pennsylvania required Vera to be gone for seven years before I could have her declared dead. Fortunately for me, Vera's overwhelming need for financial security had caused us to purchase a home that we could afford on just my salary and disability pension. In addition, she'd divided her salary between maxing out our retirement funding, making double payments to pay down the mortgage and saving the rest. Financially, I was fine, except that I couldn't sell the house or her car or access any of her retirement funds. Even so, I was in good enough financial shape that I didn't need a second income, although I was once again working as a trainer at the studio in addition to teaching.

It was on a warm June day, just before the end of the school year, slightly over five years after Vera disappeared, that I heard my doorbell. When I opened the door, I discovered a man and a woman dressed in business casual clothing, one holding an accordion file. They each held up their credentials, then introduced themselves as deputy U.S. Marshals Simpson and Wallach. "What can I do for you?" I asked. It was an honest question, because I had no idea what ...

... could have brought two U.S. Marshals to my front door. Perhaps they were at the wrong house?

They asked if I were Davie Derr and was I the husband of Vera Derr. My heart sank. Had they finally found Vera, or more likely her remains? I confirmed that they had the right Davie Derr and invited them in, seating them in my living room and asking them if I could offer any refreshments or water. They said no. I asked them why they were here. They began to tell me a story that I found beyond comprehension.

Wallach took the lead. "Mr. Derr, we owe you a huge apology. The Marshal's service screwed up five years ago. We are here to apologize and try to rectify that screwup." Now I was totally confused.

She continued. "Five years ago, the Marshals service put a whistleblower you know as Richard Wilson into the witness protection program. He'd discovered and reported one of the largest defense procurement frauds in U.S. history. Your wife was part of the team of auditors the government brought in to audit the defense contractor involved and track the funds." I indicated that this was familiar to me, as it had been the matter Vera was working on when she disappeared.

"Apparently, your wife and Mr. Wilson had developed a relationship and he insisted that she go with him into witness protection. She agreed to do so. But before she did, she insisted that everything possible be done to make her disappearance from your life as easy as possible. That included having a divorce petition ...