by Kim Baldwin
Blayne sank into a nearby chair, her mind racing.
“One other thing, Blayne,” Alexi said. “Agent Dombrowski is here in England. He will accompany us if you decide to go back. I believe you will be quite safe.”
Safe. And with Claudia. As much as she abhorred the idea of putting her fate in the hands of others again, the idea of starting over somewhere was eminently more attractive if Claudia and Philippe were part of that scenario. Either way, Alexi will be out of your life soon. .Nothing you can do to change that.
“What do you think I should do?” Blayne prayed for Alexi to voice some objection to the offer, give her some reason for the two of them to remain together. It would be torture to remain as they were, but a sweet torture that was preferable to the pain of separation.
“That is something only you can determine.”
A lengthy silence descended as Blayne considered her options. She doesn’t want you, idiot. Face it. Deal with it. Get over it and move on. This way, you will at least have Claudia. You won’t be alone.
Her decision made, she got to her feet and asked. “When will we leave?”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Blayne could remember several times in her life when she was keenly aware of being at a crossroads. When she felt she was rolling the dice and the stakes were unbearably high. This was such a time and the weight of her choices felt crushing.
You’ve made your decision and now you will live with it. Time will help you to forget her. It has to.
She had already packed the night before. It was something to do instead of lying in bed with her mind racing over the events of the past few days. The bombing on the plane, and the chase at the lodge, and even the image of Alexi in bed with another woman. She didn’t dwell on her most difficult memories, but lingered instead on the more serene and heated moments. Dinner together. The backgammon game. Sightseeing. Les Miserables.
Shortly after dawn, when she could not longer pretend that sleep might creep up on her, she threw on a robe and went out in search of coffee.
Vaso was seated on the couch, fully dressed, reading the morning paper.
“I hope there is enough of that for two.” Blayne nodded toward the room service coffee pot on the table beside Vaso’s elbow.
“Of course,” Vaso replied congenially as she reached for a clean cup and poured. “Please, join me?”
“Thank you.” Blayne took a seat beside her and accepted the aromatic brew gratefully.
“Could you not sleep?”
Blayne shook her head. “Too much drama in my life at the moment.”
“You do not have to tell a Greek about drama. We invented the concept.” That got the smile she had hoped for. “And drama is the reason I am about to dash home on the train to pick up my passport and pack a bag.”
Blayne’s smile grew a little wider. “It’s great that you can come.”
“I don’t get to see enough of my sister, so this is a chance.”
“Yes, well, while you to are catching up you can tell your sister that I don’t think I’ve ever met a more…more…”
“Infuriatingly complex and unemotional individual?” Vaso suggested.
Blayne nearly choked on her coffee. She looked up to find Vaso grinning conspiratorially at her. “Exactly. I knew I liked you.”
“Of course. Everyone does.”
Blayne sipped her coffee and studied Alexi’s cocky near-twin. “Has she always been so…controlled? Perhaps that’s not the right word.”
“Alexi is a… difficult person to get close to, and always has been that,” Vaso replied, her demeanor suddenly serious. “But it does not mean that meaningful emotions are not there, just that they are expertly hidden. You have to look hard to see them.”
Blayne absorbed this. “Are you trying to tell me something?”
“My sister has always found it difficult to trust. To allow someone into her heart,” Vaso replied. “She has perfected a number of techniques for distancing herself from emotions. Most frequently, she uses sex as a way to convince herself that any attraction is all about a physical need, rather than anything deeper.”
“And you’re telling me this because?”
“Because I think it important for you to know that she feels a lot more for you than she can express. So much that she thought that bedding another woman would help her deal with it. But it had quite the reverse effect—I think it only made her realize how important you have become to her.”
Blayne froze, her coffee cup halfway to her mouth. “She told you that?”
“And undoubtedly she would be displeased that I have repeated it to you,” Vaso said. “But I feel compelled to tell you what she cannot. I feel it is in her best interest that you know she returns your feelings. She just believes she is not in any position to do anything about them.”
“She…returns my feelings?” Blayne felt her cheeks warm from embarrassment. Is it that obvious?
“You care a great deal for her, do you not?” Vaso asked.
So much so that I can’t bear the thought of being apart from her. “Yes. I do. I…I think I’m in love with her.”
The words had barely left her mouth when the door to Alexi’s bedroom opened and the subject of their discussion appeared, her hair tousled from sleep and her eyes only half-open. She jumped a little, startled to see them both already up and sharing coffee, with guilty expressions that told her they had been in the midst of talking about her when she had interrupted them.
“Good Morning,” Blayne said.
“Did you get any rest?” Vaso chimed in.
Alexi asked Vaso, in Greek, what they had been talking about. Vaso grinned a not-so-innocent grin, and replied, also in Greek, that they had merely been exchanging pleasantries, nothing more, and that she should stop being so paranoid.
“Speak English, please.” Blayne frowned.
“She wanted to know what we were talking about,” Vaso volunteered. “I told her it was nothing she need to concern herself with.” She winked surreptitiously at Blayne and then glanced at her watch. “I should get going if I am to make it back here by the time our flight leaves.”
As Vaso gathered her keys, coat, and bag, Alexi and Blayne watched in silence.
“Would you like some coffee?” Blayne offered once Vaso had departed for the train station. “I think there’s a cup left, and I can order some more from room service.”
Alexi shook her head. They had one day left together in London, and she wanted to make it one to remember for both of them. “We should not waste your last day here. I say we get dressed, have a proper breakfast, and then see whatever sights we have missed so far. What do you say?”
“I say that sounds wonderful,” Blayne replied in a voice so soft that Alexi barely heard her.
As though through some unspoken covenant, the two of them seemed determined to put on their best faces for their last hours alone. After a leisurely breakfast, they strolled through the British Library, marveling at the Magna Carta and comparing literature and music preferences as they examined Handel’s handwritten Messiah, an in-progress Beatles’ lyrics, a Gutenberg Bible, and Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures Under Ground.
After a boat ride on the river Thames, they stopped for a late lunch of dim sum in Chinatown, then took a ride on the London Eye observation wheel. At every turn, Alexi found herself watching Blayne much more than the scenery, relishing her company and fighting the constant urge to kiss her.
Blayne, for her part, tried not to think about what would happen after today. She wanted to live fully in the moment, implanting every second of the day forever in her mind. She found herself thinking time and time again about Vaso’s words, and praying there was some truth to the revelation that Alexi cared about her much more than she was willing to acknowledge or show.
Long before she was ready, it was time to pick up their luggage and head to the airport, where Vaso and Special Agent Dombrowski would be waiting for them. The taxi ride to Gatwick seemed much too
short. “What will happen when we get to Chicago?” she asked.
“I am not certain.” Alexi had wondered the same, but she had not wished to go into such details over a cell phone line. “Agent Dombrowski should have an idea of how Theo wishes to proceed.”
Blayne looked over at Alexi and forced herself to ask the question. “Will you still be with me?”
Alexi could see in Blayne’s eyes the same torment she was feeling, herself. “I do not know. If…if there is a choice in the matter, do you wish me to be?”
“Of course!” Blayne answered without hesitation. It may be torture, but it is apparently a torture I want to experience as long as possible.
“Then I hope there is a such a choice. For I wish the same.”
Blayne reached over and took Alexi’s hand in hers as the sign for the airport turnoff came into view.
Alexi laced her fingers through Blayne’s and they held tight to each other until the cab pulled to a stop and the driver got out to retrieve their bags.
Two hours later they were over the Atlantic, headed home.
*
Selma Lang looked in on her husband and was happy to find him sleeping soundly in the hospital bed they had delivered that afternoon and set up in the den. He had gotten only fitful rest at the hospital, so he was ecstatic to be home.
Something else had also lifted his spirits but Selma knew better than to ask. When she passed a comment about his mood, he told her he’d had very good news about a witness in his program and that’s all he could say.
Selma didn’t want to know anyway. She was just happy to have him home in one piece getting a decent sleep in his own bed. He had hardly stirred in the last two hours, and she was reluctant to leave him, even for a quick trip to the drugstore. With his face wired like that anything could happen. But she needed to go if she was going to—the store closed at ten, and it was already nine-thirty. The trip there and back would take her only fifteen minutes, and it was Theo who had insisted he needed new batteries for the remote tonight. He just knew he’d be up in the night channel surfing. Selma paused at the door, wondering if she should wait. She would feel a lot better leaving him to run errands once the nurse they’d hired reported for duty in the morning.
Feeling a little silly about her nerves, she crept to the bedside and kissed Theo lightly on the cheek. She would get the batteries because that’s what he wanted, but it was the last time she was letting him out of her sight until he was better. She started to go, but stopped long enough to pen a short note that she laid on his chest in case he woke up.
Gone to get your batteries. Be right back.
XXX
As soon as she was out of sight around the corner, Cinzano’s men moved in.
*
“What’s going to happen when we get back?” Blayne asked Agent Dombrowski.
She was still disappointed that she’d ended up seated next to him on the plane while Alexi was across the aisle, one row back. But she hadn’t complained. Vaso had decided to make the trip with them so it was natural for the sisters to sit together.
“There’s a new safe house. It’s a two-story older home. Quiet neighborhood. Theo says you’ll stay there until the preliminary hearing, which will be in two or three weeks, probably.”
“Who’ll be guarding me?”
“Theo was sure you’d want it to be Alexi after what happened at the lodge. Is he right?”
She nodded. “Absolutely.”
“Well I’m prepared to fill in for her when she needs a break,” Dombrowski said. “Any time you have to leave the house, there’ll always be at least two people with you. Probably she and I, but we can call in another Marshal if we need to.”
“I’m glad you’ve been reassigned to my case, Agent Dombrowski,” Blayne told him. And that was the truth.
“Call me George. Please. Well, it’s routine to take an agent out of rotation when he discharges his weapon,” Dombrowski said. “But everything checked out fine, and I was happy to get another chance on your detail.”
Blayne gave him a quick smile then glanced across the aisle at Alexi. She was talking to her sister in a low voice. Greek again. Their eyes met, and Alexi gave her a little nod and a half-smile. A smile that said yeah, I’d rather be sitting with you, too. Blayne was certain of it.
“You’ll be guarding me at least until the hearing,” She said.
Alexi smiled. “Good.”
The flight attendant came around with their drinks and Dombrowski continued once she’d moved away. “They’re going to bring Claudia and Philippe up from Indianapolis probably tomorrow, though it might be the next day. They’ll be staying with you, with their own U.S. Marshals, until the hearing.”
“At the same house?” Blayne worried about what kind of target that would make.
“You’ll be on the top floor, Marshals below. After the hearing, you all officially get oriented at a WITSEC facility. That’s where you get your new IDs and they brief you. Takes about a week. Then on to your new location and new jobs. You’ll come back to Chicago for the trials. That will be a few months away, probably.”
“And we’re supposed to get a say in where we go, right?”
“Theo says you can choose between Pacific Northwest, New England, or Florida Panhandle.” Dombrowski’s hand was so large it fully enveloped his plastic cup. Every time he took a drink Blayne imagined him as a magician with a disappearing cup.
“Claudia and I will both vote against Florida, I think,” she predicted. “We’ve talked about living there. Too hot. I bet she says New England or the Pacific Northwest. I’d be happy with either.”
“Your Inspector will be trying to find travel agency jobs for you. Or something as similar as possible,” Dombrowski said. “I really don’t know much more than that, I’m afraid. Alexi can tell you about the fine details of relocating. I’m just conveying what Theo wanted me to.”
“I like him,” Blayne decided. “I was sorry to hear he got hurt.”
“He’s tough. He’ll be back at the office in a month or two. And frankly, you’d barely know he’s been ordered to take it easy. He’s been on the phone with me every few hours, seems like.”
*
There were three men on the job, dressed in identical navy overalls. The van they drove bore bogus license plates and removable magnetic signs on the side that advertised a carpet cleaning service. The design of Theo Lang’s upscale residence and curved drive worked to their advantage, for they could park where they could not be seen from the street.
The largest of the three men removed a rolled up rug from the back of the van and carried it on his shoulder to the house while one of the others gained entry through a rear door. Lang woke up when they pulled him from his bed, but the carpet effectively muffled his cries, and they had him in the van without complications and were on their way within a scant few minutes. They took him to a deserted warehouse where Rosco Rosetti was waiting, and sat him on a battered office chair with wheels.
Theo’s heart was drumming against his chest and he wheezed loudly, trying to catch his breath. His forced exertions demanded more oxygen than he could comfortably suck in through his nose and broken teeth, and he wished he had the wire cutters that had thus far never been out of arm’s reach.
The man who addressed him was a fortyish brute in a dark suit, with a malevolent smile that gave him the creeps. He walked around and stood behind him, placed his hand on his shoulder and squeezed hard enough to make him cringe.
“Looks to me like you’re in a lot of discomfort, Mr. Lang. So let’s make this as fast and as painless as possible.” He paced slowly around to stand in front of Theo. “What we’re going to do here is negotiate. You give us what we need, we get you back to the comfort of your bed. Simple, right?”
*
“Have you heard anything at all I have said?” Vaso said, with not the slightest inference of irritation or displeasure.
Alexi, who had not taken her eyes off of Blayne once in at least four or fi
ve minutes, nodded. “Everything. Family gossip, sexual escapades, speeding tickets and all.”
“So you will be guarding her when you get to Chicago?”
“Yes. Apparently so. For at least a couple of weeks.” She shifted her gaze to Vaso. “Will you be going back right away?”
There was no hint of plea in her question, but Vaso knew her sister well enough to understand what she was asking. Vaso had decided, as she watched the unfolding events in London, that she might be needed company for her sister, so she’d had Alexi book a fourth seat on the flight to Chicago.
Alexi’s inquiry confirmed that she was appreciative and wanted her to remain close by. But she would not request it. Vaso knew it was nearly impossible for Alexi to seek personal favors of anyone.
“I will stay for awhile,” she said. “Nothing urgent that needs to be done at home, and it has been a long time since I have been to the U.S. Not since the last time I came over to see you, as a matter of fact. Do you still have your apartment?”
“No. I gave it up when I left.”
“Then I will book a hotel. I am certain I can find things to amuse me until you have some free time.”
“No doubt you can.” Alexi had to smile at the understatement. Vaso viewed every place she visited as a playground, with a new landscape of women to seduce and other potential opportunities for hedonistic pursuits. Just as Alexi always had, too. At the moment, however, she had no interest in any woman but Blayne.
“But of course I will always be available to you, if you need to talk or whatever.”
Alexi placed a hand on Vaso’s knee. “I know that. And I am grateful.”
Vaso lowered her voice. “You are planning to guard her for a few weeks, then walk away?”
“I have no choice. It’s for her own protection.” Alexi paused. Hearing Vaso say the words walk away stabbed at her heart. “I do not know what I will do without her, Vaso. The mere thought…it is like an emptiness has opened up inside of me.”
