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Katura pulls away from the window, lifts her head, and sinks the asparagus piece into her mouth, chewing tastefully.
“Secondly.” With hands on her waist, she studies the room again. “Your guy is coming for you, I’m sure. And I’m pretty sure that Mr. Chancellor is waiting expectantly. So chill out.”
Contemplating something, Katura walks to the door and rips it open.
“Oh, hi!” She smiles at the six-foot security guy who steps into the doorway right away and slams the door shut. “Yeah. All we can do is chill.”
The quietness of the room and the smell of food do the trick. Exhaustion catches up with me. My eyelids start drooping, and I want to kick myself for being a weak link.
I want to do something but feel helpless. And for the first time, I am not even angry at Archer. I am angry at myself.
My brain tries to find a solution to this mess, but my thoughts are scattered. They jump from Archer to the Eastside, to the image of Kai with a gun in his hand pointing at Archer.
Maybe, tomorrow I can think of a way out.
I crawl onto the bed in my clothes, curl into a fetal position, not bothering about undoing the sheets, and close my eyes. I just need a little nap. Just a minute.
My mind finds the soothing images—Kai’s whisper, “Baby girl, you are mine.”
It’s the sweetest moments that lull me to sleep.
Being wrapped in his arms when he whirls me around on the beach the last time we talked.
The way his fingers brush against my spine as I lie in his arms.
His playful smile when he looks up at me from his plate at lunch.
His soft whisper, “Say yes.”
My memory rewinds all the way to the boat ride when I collapse in tears and he holds me in his arms, kissing my forehead and whispering words of consolation. That tipping point, when we let go of the past.
Fate is a bitch. It gave me a glimpse of what it felt like being with Kai and is now taking it all away.
But as I fall asleep, I start replaying the events from the past again, now in their succession.
The memories of us.
Hoping that there are many more to come in the future.
Promising Kai in my dreams that once we are together, I will never let him go.
4
ARCHER
I losttrack of time working on the computer. My brain hurts.
I began microdosing months ago. It increases my productivity. Yet, I don’t do another dose right now. Mixing tiny amounts of LSD with booze is unwise. Though I sure put plenty of other shit in my body lately.
My cognac glass is empty. I pour myself another glass. The fact that I have a bottle sitting in my office is already a shitty sign. I can’t afford to slip. On the other hand, I deserve a fucking Taj Mahal built in my honor. After my death, that is. We are not there yet.
It’s closer to dawn, and I pick up the phone and pull up the cameras on the Eastside.
Interesting.
I hit rewind and watch Droga get on a boat and idle up north toward the Devil’s Caverns, where he disappears inside.
That was an hour ago.
