money she received was barely enough to pay for food. She was determined to see to it that her brother had a chance to go to college, and the money from this job would go a long ways toward realizing that goal. She said another prayer that she would get out of this alive, and if she didn’t, that the money she’d saved would make it to her mother.
General Weatherby was frail and he hated the body that was betraying him by the minute. “Girl, you’ve kept me alive as long as you can. It’s time for you to leave. It don’t matter what you tell anyone now; I’ll be long gone from here before you can tell anyone where to find me. Get your things and go on home now. Here’s the rest of your pay.” General Weatherby handed her a wad of hundred dollar bills.
“Thank you, sir,” she said, amazed at his generosity.
“You treated me well, but we both know I don’t have much longer. A few hours at the most before I slip into a coma. I’ve got to find that woman and do for her so I can rest in peace. Go home now and take care of your family.”
She hurried to pack and within minutes she was ready to leave.
“Boss…?”
“Take her home, and don’t harm one hair on her head. She’s been good to me, and she can’t hurt us now.”
The man nodded, but he had his own opinion of the situation, and he could always use the money she was carrying on her. Just as soon as he had the thought, the General read his mind and shot him right between the eyes. He would see to it himself that the nurse got home safely.
* * *
“Sir, General Weatherby isn’t here. We did find a body, only dead by an hour or so. We just missed the General. He left his sickbed, his oxygen, and all his medications are here. The General is on the move.”
Xavier closed his eyes and cursed silently. Too late again! And, the last time he’d tried to connect with Ian, there was no answer. He didn’t know where they were, or if they were still alive. If any of them ever bothered to call in again he was going to tear a strip off them like they wouldn’t believe. If they called in… Xavier offered up a silent prayer then turned to the two agents behind him. “Take this one and get him some medical attention. He’ll probably die, but he can at least do it painlessly.” Xavier put all of his concentration on trying to guess the elderly man’s next move.
* * *
“What are you doing?” Griff asked as he saw his wife pull open a cupboard to show a hidden computer, which she was booting up. “You can’t go online!”
“I’m not going online, darling,” she told him in a soothing voice. “Please relax. I thought I would work for a while.”
“You can actually work on your writing at a time like this?” Jacobson asked, clearly surprised. He would have thought it would be just the opposite.
“Writing helps me relax,” she told him, smiling. “There is nothing else to do, except play Monopoly, and there is no way I’m getting into a game of that with Griffin Conway. He cheats because he can’t stand to lose.” She was teasing Griff, hoping to take his mind off of their situation. The man was so tense he was close to exploding.
“I don’t have to cheat to win, Mrs. Conway. You put up that computer and the three of us will play and I’ll prove it to you both!” It was a challenge, pure and simple, and even if his bratty wife engineered the whole thing, it was one thing he was sure of. He never lost at Monopoly. “You can work later, woman! My honor demands satisfaction. I’ll even let you have a pillow to sit your fanny upon.”
Victoria wasn’t stupid. She took the pillow and placed it on her chair, while Griffin got the Monopoly game from the top of the refrigerator and brought it to the table. Jacobson fixed them all a soda, and it was game time. It would be a great way to pass the time while waiting for General Weatherby to be
General Weatherby was frail and he hated the body that was betraying him by the minute. “Girl, you’ve kept me alive as long as you can. It’s time for you to leave. It don’t matter what you tell anyone now; I’ll be long gone from here before you can tell anyone where to find me. Get your things and go on home now. Here’s the rest of your pay.” General Weatherby handed her a wad of hundred dollar bills.
“Thank you, sir,” she said, amazed at his generosity.
“You treated me well, but we both know I don’t have much longer. A few hours at the most before I slip into a coma. I’ve got to find that woman and do for her so I can rest in peace. Go home now and take care of your family.”
She hurried to pack and within minutes she was ready to leave.
“Boss…?”
“Take her home, and don’t harm one hair on her head. She’s been good to me, and she can’t hurt us now.”
The man nodded, but he had his own opinion of the situation, and he could always use the money she was carrying on her. Just as soon as he had the thought, the General read his mind and shot him right between the eyes. He would see to it himself that the nurse got home safely.
* * *
“Sir, General Weatherby isn’t here. We did find a body, only dead by an hour or so. We just missed the General. He left his sickbed, his oxygen, and all his medications are here. The General is on the move.”
Xavier closed his eyes and cursed silently. Too late again! And, the last time he’d tried to connect with Ian, there was no answer. He didn’t know where they were, or if they were still alive. If any of them ever bothered to call in again he was going to tear a strip off them like they wouldn’t believe. If they called in… Xavier offered up a silent prayer then turned to the two agents behind him. “Take this one and get him some medical attention. He’ll probably die, but he can at least do it painlessly.” Xavier put all of his concentration on trying to guess the elderly man’s next move.
* * *
“What are you doing?” Griff asked as he saw his wife pull open a cupboard to show a hidden computer, which she was booting up. “You can’t go online!”
“I’m not going online, darling,” she told him in a soothing voice. “Please relax. I thought I would work for a while.”
“You can actually work on your writing at a time like this?” Jacobson asked, clearly surprised. He would have thought it would be just the opposite.
“Writing helps me relax,” she told him, smiling. “There is nothing else to do, except play Monopoly, and there is no way I’m getting into a game of that with Griffin Conway. He cheats because he can’t stand to lose.” She was teasing Griff, hoping to take his mind off of their situation. The man was so tense he was close to exploding.
“I don’t have to cheat to win, Mrs. Conway. You put up that computer and the three of us will play and I’ll prove it to you both!” It was a challenge, pure and simple, and even if his bratty wife engineered the whole thing, it was one thing he was sure of. He never lost at Monopoly. “You can work later, woman! My honor demands satisfaction. I’ll even let you have a pillow to sit your fanny upon.”
Victoria wasn’t stupid. She took the pillow and placed it on her chair, while Griffin got the Monopoly game from the top of the refrigerator and brought it to the table. Jacobson fixed them all a soda, and it was game time. It would be a great way to pass the time while waiting for General Weatherby to be
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