Bombshell Part 42

"I figured one good turn and all that."

"Yeah? That's it?"

"Okay, I wanted to."

He nodded slowly. "Good. So did I. Did I mention I like your smoke taste?"

"Which time?"

His eyes were on her mouth. He gave her a grin that could lead a girl astray if she weren't chained to the path. "I'll take the first. No, wait, the second, when you kissed me. I gotta think about this." And from one moment to the next, his eyes closed, his head fell to the side, and he was out.

She stood over him a long time, studying his face. That something special she saw in him-she was thinking part of it was pure grit. She had to admit she didn't mind the pretty face, surely a treat to see across the breakfast table every single morning, but she knew if the Fairy G.o.dmother of Good Looks hadn't perched on his crib railing, she would still fly to him like a buzzed moth. As she'd journeyed through her twenties, she'd come to see herself as the consummate kick-b.u.t.t DEA agent until-until what? Until she ran the Agency? Now, there was a thought-all alone at the top? Maybe there could be something else in her life now.

"Anna?"

She jumped, turned to see Ruth in the doorway.

"Sorry I startled you. How's Griffin?"

"He's out, but before he cashed in his chips, he thought he was winning the jackpot." Well, she felt like she'd surely won.

The silly look on Anna's face gave Ruth a very clear picture of what had happened. Very nice, she thought. Very nice indeed. "Nothing like anesthesia and drugs," Ruth said. "Dr. Chesney said he'd be smiling and sleepy for a good eight hours. Then he'd hurt a bit, but he'll heal quickly, and that's all that counts. All the rest fades into the past over time."

"He wants to be out of here tomorrow."

"He'll probably be good to go. We'll see how he feels in the morning. We've got all our people out, federal and local, manning checkpoints and looking for those morons who attacked you. No luck yet."

"What about Salazar?"

"Everyone's agreed now, no more waiting. We're serving a federal search warrant on Salazar's place in the morning and bringing him in for questioning. In fact, we're bringing in every MS-13 thug we can find in three counties. They've started a war by attacking you and Griffin, and they're going to lose it."

"Griffin's gonna want to be in on all of it."

"Sure thing, if he's up to it."

Anna looked down again at Griffin, saw he was breathing easily, deeply. "I think I'll stay here with him tonight. Did you find Monk?"

"I finally found him under your bed. He'd ripped open the bottom of the mattress and burrowed up inside. I pulled him out with an EMT's help, stuffed him into his traveling case, and took him home along with cat food and his litter box. He's calmed down now."

"What did Brewster think of a cat who could eat him for breakfast? Monk weighs a good twenty pounds."

"It was Brewster who got him to come out of his carrying case. The boys were ready to hurl themselves in front of Brewster if Monk attacked him. The funny thing is, after the two of them stared each other down, sniffed, growled, and hissed, they decided to have a nap together. The boys are still hovering, in case. Don't worry. When I left to come here, Monk was washing himself on the sofa, Brewster standing guard." Ruth patted her arm. "Griffin's okay, cat's okay, all of you are safe." Ruth looked at the Band-Aid on Anna's cheek. Both of them were very lucky. She started to ask her if she'd rather come home with her, but kept silent. It was probably safer here, both for her and for Griffin, especially with the guard posted outside the door.

"You do need to rest, Anna; even if you didn't get shot or burned, you'll feel it tomorrow." And because she knew Anna needed it, Ruth gave her a hug and said against her hair, "This will be over soon. It can't be long now."

WHEN GRIFFIN CAME TO at three o'clock in the morning, he knew where he was immediately, and that was good. He queried his leg. Surprisingly, he didn't feel a lick of pain. The nurses had propped his leg up on two skinny hospital pillows and he was toasty warm, his brain still buzzed with sleep and drugs. He heard breathing and froze, reached out his hand to flip on the directional lamp fastened to the side of his bed. He saw Anna not six feet from him, sound asleep on a narrow hospital cot, covers pulled up to her nose. Her face was turned toward him, and her dark hair hung over the side of the cot nearly to the floor. He hadn't realized her hair was so long, since she usually wore it braided or up in a ponytail. He knew her face well now, and after only two days. Amazing. He also knew how she tasted, how she felt against him, how she was so brave it scared him. He decided then and there that he wanted to visit Bosard, Louisiana, with her, wanted to look out at the bayou with her, and have her show him alligators. He wanted to meet her family and see if she resembled the mother who'd named her Lilyanna.

He'd met her Sat.u.r.day, not Sat.u.r.day six months ago, but Sat.u.r.day only days before. Objectively, he should think wanting this woman in his life for the next fifty years, maybe more, was nuts. But now, in the middle of the night, with everything quiet and the air warm, and that long hair of hers hanging over the side of the cot, it seemed eminently reasonable. His brain snapped awake at that thought, and he chewed it over, decided it was an excellent thought, one of the best he'd ever had. What was even better, he was thinking in a straight line.

She moaned in her sleep, flopped onto her back. Was she dreaming about her car exploding, feeling that she couldn't breathe, that death was an instant away? He remembered how time had almost stopped until he'd pulled her under him as his car exploded. He turned off the lamp and closed his eyes, content that his SIG was in his bedside drawer and a deputy was outside his door.

Why didn't they blow up our cars at the same time? We'd be dead, gone. Why blow up my car before Anna's? Because I saw the man running away in the alley last night? Because I was a witness, like Delsey is still a witness? She still wasn't safe, he knew it, but there was nothing to do tonight.

He heard Anna make a small yipping sound in her sleep as his brain tottered on the edge of oblivion, and he smiled before he fell asleep.

Georgetown, Washington, D.C.

After midnight Tuesday morning

The house alarm screeched, waking them as the hall clock struck three o'clock. Savich leapt out of bed, grabbed his SIG, and ran to the flashing alarm display on his bedroom wall. The outside floodlights came on as he read the LED: Motion detected, bedroom 2 window.

He raced across the hall, Sherlock behind him, with the alarm still blasting. Delsey was standing in the middle of the hall, Sean plastered against her, Astro dancing and barking around Sean's legs. "You guys are fast," Savich said. "Don't worry, it's okay." He and Sherlock disappeared into Delsey's bedroom and ran to the window. They looked down. An aluminum extension ladder teetered on its edge on the bushes below them, but no one was in sight. The ladder had tripped the alarm before the intruder could even climb up. He had to be running from the lights, long gone. Savich said to Sherlock, "Check all the upstairs windows; I'll take downstairs."

"You guys sure got out of bed fast," Sherlock said, pressing her SIG down along her leg as she patted Sean's shoulder. "Everything's okay. Sean, you and Delsey stay right here. Astro the Mighty Dog will protect you. I'm going to check the windows. Routine, not to worry. It's probably a battery out." She was aware Delsey was staring at her, and she smiled at her, nodding. She was glad Sean couldn't hear how heavy and fast her heart was pumping.

"I'll be right back." She didn't raise her SIG until she was out of sight again.

Of course, Delsey knew the story about the battery was meant for Sean's ears. She calmed herself; she was the adult, she had to calm Sean. She knelt down beside him and said in a chatty voice as she patted Astro's head, "Alarms malfunction all the time, Sean, don't worry."

"It's never gone off before," Sean said.

"Well, there's always a first time. We'll stay here with Astro until your mom and dad turn it off, then we can get back to sleep, okay?"

Sherlock walked back into the hallway to see Sean talking to Delsey, not a shadow of fear on his small face, bless her. She smiled at them. "It's okay," she said, and at that moment, Dillon switched the alarm off and the sudden dead silence seemed more frightening than the blasting noise.

Delsey knew by Sherlock's face that something was happening, that it was no malfunction, and that Sherlock was still frightened for Sean. But there was nothing she could do, nothing at all. She kept stroking Sean's shoulder, petting Astro.

Sherlock called out, "Dillon, we're clear up here. Everything's shut and locked."

"Here, too," Savich shouted back.

Delsey stepped back into her bedroom, her eyes on her window, and she knew her window alarm had gone off, and that meant someone had wanted to come in and kill her, like the gang thug in Maestro. She swallowed convulsively. She hadn't realized Sean had followed her until she felt his small hand on her arm.

"I wonder who wanted to come in your room, Delsey."

"I don't know, Sean. Maybe the postman with a special delivery, you think?"

He thought about this. "I don't think so, Delsey, not at night. Don't worry, Mommy and Daddy will find out if the postman came to your window. They always find out everything."

They walked back into the hall to see Sean's mommy and daddy meet at the head of the stairs and speak quietly to each other, Sherlock wearing cat pajamas and Savich in a tee and boxers. They came over together, and Savich took Sean from her. Sherlock rubbed Sean's back, and Astro started barking wildly again, and so she picked him up. He licked any part of her he could reach. "Yeah, yeah, Astro, stop eating my hair. Sean, did the alarm wake you up from a neat dream?"