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He continued. "Before we leave, you needed the toilet. Don't forget, because we have a long drive." He turned to the nurse. "Is there one she can...?"
"Right down this hall. Third door on the right."
Jack put his hand against my back. "I should use it, too."
When we were out of earshot, I whispered, "I'm assuming you want to search his room. Do you know which it is?"
He tugged a tissue from his pocket and used it to open the bathroom door, then peeked inside. "Go in. Open the window. Then cough."
"Cough?"
He propelled me through the doorway. "Glove up. And don't lock."
The door closed. I looked at the lace-curtained window. Better follow instructions, and get the explanation later--if he cared to give it.
I snapped on latex gloves and cracked open the window. On the other side was a screen. I suspected bathroom air quality wasn't the reason he wanted this open, so I lifted the sash as far as it would go, unlatched the screen and pulled it inside. Then I coughed. After a moment's pause, the door eased open and Jack slid in. I grasped the window edge, preparing to climb out, but he waved me back.
He moved to the window, then crouched to look out under the privacy glass. A sweep of the yard, then he climbed through. I waited for the all-clear and followed.
A fifteen-foot dash to a shed, and we ducked behind it.
"The orderly," he said.
And that's all he said, as if it should explain everything. After a few moments of thought, I understood, but sometimes I wished he'd give my brain a break and let his tongue do some of the work instead.
I remembered the look the young man had given us before hurrying off. If Boris Nikolaev knew Little Joe had let something slip about that old hit on the senator, and he knew we'd terminated Joe's hired gun, he'd know there was a good chance we'd come back. Easiest way to make sure he found out about it would be to bribe the orderly for a tip-off. Yet, by the time Boris got someone here, we'd be long gone...which meant he probably had someone nearby or even on the property, waiting for a call.
Less than two minutes after we got behind the shed, the rattle of the bathroom door sounded through the open window. A figure appeared at the bathroom window. He ducked and peered out. I squinted to get a better look, but all I could see was his mouth, the rest of his face hidden under the bill of his ball cap.
The man scanned the lawn, then disappeared.
I glanced at Jack. He motioned for me to wait. The front screen door slapped shut. A stocky figure in a Cleveland Indians jacket hurried off the porch and cut across the lawn, then headed into the trees, toward the lot where we'd parked.
Jack grabbed my elbow and pulled me along at a jog. We looped behind the home and straight for the wooded path the thug had taken. Now, it would seem to me that the time to make a run for the car was before Nikolaev's thug got to it, but maybe that was just too simple for Jack.
We skirted the wooded side field. Before we reached the path, Jack stopped. He surveyed the semidark forest, then prodded me into a thick patch.
We had to move carefully. The chill of the last few days had fulfilled its promise with an early morning frost and here, out of the sun, the undergrowth was still covered with a thin sheen of it, crackling with every ill-placed footstep. The thug didn't bother with stealth, and we could hear him as easily as if he had maracas strapped to his legs.
"Wait." Jack turned to go, then glanced back. "Duck down. Stay hidden."
"And then what?"
"Don't let him see you."
He must have seen me already, but I knew Jack's order had nothing to do with being overprotective. As the female half of the duo, I made the better target. And if I didn't play "good victim"? I'd humiliate this thug, as Evelyn and I had done to Bert at the motel, and that would lead to the same result--we'd have to put the boots to him and intimidate him into giving up whatever information Jack hoped to gain.
While that thought didn't bother me, Jack was my boss, the senior partner. I didn't want to disrespect him by challenging him, not on this.
As for staying put, though, that was another thing. Jack might not be accustomed to working with a partner, might not understand a partner's duties, but I did.
I crept forward, watching my step. The undergrowth was thick here, and I nearly stepped on a shallow puddle coated with ice.
Jack had stopped halfway to the parking lot, waiting in the bushes. A few minutes later, the thug returned, walking at a brisk clip back to the home. As he passed, Jack swung out, silent as a wraith, came up behind him and barrel pointed at the base of the man's skull.
"Turn left and walk," Jack said.
The man gave a tight laugh. "Into the woods? So you won't have as far to drag my body? I ain't making it easier for you."
