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"And you didn't hear or see anything?"
Fuck! My cheeks heat with the blush I'm sure is lighting my face. "I...we were, um, occupied in another room...," I whisper the rest to him, "the bedroom."
"And the bathroom. Don't forget the tub, little one."
His words don't help at all. I just tilt forward so I can hide my face in my hands. "Are we done? Can I go?"
I have no idea if they can hear me as I am mumbling to my knees with my hands still covering my face. No one says anything so I sit up straight and catch the tail end of the cop's nod.
"You were very lucky you and your boyfriend were...together, ma'am. That gas leak could have killed you." I groan again. "I know it sucks but this really is a blessing."
His words just make me start crying again. I'm pulled into Ezra's arms again and this time I can't stop myself from crumbling into a sobbing heap.
"Your friend over there said the two of you are going to spend time with friends while we finish investigating and someone can come in and fix your windows." Ezra must nod because the guy keeps going. "Just let us know where I can reach the two of you and you can take her somewhere to get some rest. I'm sorry again, ma'am, about your house."
It takes me a second to register his words about going somewhere. "Wait, what are we doing? Where...?"
"Come," He takes my hand and leads me to a quiet spot. "We have to leave. We can't stay here."
"Wh...what about Jack? Oh my God! What about Kiki? Are they going to come after her too?"
He puts his fingers to my mouth to keep me from saying anything else when one of the cops passes behind us.
"I'm having some friends pick up Jack and bring him to us. And I've got another good friend looking out for Kiki."
"A good friend?"
"He's a scientist friend of mine. He got himself into some trouble a while back and become a prisoner in Russia. We helped him out...so to speak and now he owes me a favor. A big one."
His words don't really make sense to me. "A scientist."
"You talking about sending Nikolai?" The man who helped blow my house up, Remy, walks by, "Oh man, you must have some friend. He's a genuine rocket scientist."
"You're sending a rocket scientist to take care of my friend?"
He nods. "Nick works for...certain elements of our government now. He's completely safe and knows how to protect a person."
"Of course he does. Why not? Why would he not be able to kill a man with a pencil and a paperclip." I drop my head down on my hand. "I've fallen into a goddamn Jason Bourne movie."
My exhaustion wars with all of the noise and chaos that lingers into the early morning hours. It's late morning before I am ushered into the back of a truck very similar to the one Ezra was unloading when he moved in. It's only then that I start realizing just how fucking tired I am. And that I am surrounded by strangers. Not just strangers but big-ass men who outweigh me by a good hundred pounds.
"So, what exactly was the unit you were with when you were in the military?"
My question is met with silence for a few seconds. Even though there is silence in the car that doesn't mean there’s not a conversation going on. The guy driving, I think his name is Remy, looks in the mirror at Ezra, or Doc as they call him.
Finally, Ezra answers. "We were special forces."
"Like the Navy Seals?"
"Higher."
What the hell? "Excuse me?"
"We were a little more specialized than the SEALs."
"What's more specialized than the SEALs? I thought they were the top of the line." I really should have done more research on special ops teams when I started writing my story that was inspired by him.
"Our unit is made up of men from all of the special forces teams. Jim found all of us in typical special forces teams and brought us together to form one elite unit. We're a part of the Special Activities Center, or SAC." That sounds like they are party planners or something. "It's run by the CIA."
