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Jasmine’s anger fizzled out, as if she’d been so focused on what made her angry that she couldn’t focus on anything else.
“Is the guy okay?” she asked, her body language and her facial expression softening some. She was less threatening now, and I was able to relax.
“I have no idea. He was alive when they transported him. Bullet likely struck him in the kidney. He would have lost a lot more blood if it weren’t for Abby,” I said and punched the elevator button to our floor.
They remained silent as we rode the elevator up and then got out on our floor. The silence continued as we moved down the hallway. I noticed Abby’s door was closed with a do-not-disturb sign on it. I hoped she was okay.
I unlocked my door, and we all shuffled into the room. They sat down on my bed while I shrugged out of the blazer, shirt, and tie I was wearing.
“So what did Abby do to stop the blood flow?” Jasmine asked curiously. I wasn’t sure what to make of her different mood or the reason for her question. Had she been thinking about that the entire elevator ride?
“She told me to plug the bullet hole with a tampon she had in her bag. Her hands were already on the man’s abdomen applying pressure, and if she took them off, he would have lost a lot more blood,” I said.
Jasmine snorted.
“That actually works?” she asked.
“Yes, they actually made wound dressings very similar to tampons. Medics carry them to plug bullet wounds now,” Jones answered before I could.
“That’s pretty cool,” she commented.
“Yeah, it is, but where did Abby get that knowledge? Most people don’t know things like that,” Jones asked. “Didn’t she say she was a fitness instructor?”
“That’s what I’m struggling with,” I said as I walked into the bathroom. I shrugged out of my bloody pants and then jumped in the shower.
Jasmine and Jones moved to the door of the bathroom. They gave me my privacy, but we were still close enough to speak.
“So, I may have an answer to that,” Jasmine said.
“Please share. I haven’t heard this yet. She was insistent that she tell us at the same time,” Jones said.
“Prepare yourself, it’s kind of a big deal,” she prefaced. Her anger was gone—replaced by something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“Please for the love of God, woman. Please spit it out,” I said. I was glad that I wouldn’t have to wait until morning to possibly get a half truth from Abby, assuming whatever Jasmine shared was true. However, I didn’t like that I was going to hear about Abby’s past from someone else. I’d have rather heard it straight from her. I could have told Jasmine to hold off, or I could have had Abby come to my room. I could demand that she come clean, but I didn’t do well with surprises or waiting. I had absolutely no patience when it came to games like these. Maybe it was another reason why I was still single. Weren’t most relationships just a game?
“Abby is an FBI agent,” she said quickly, like ripping off a Band-Aid.
I grabbed the grab bar in the shower. I was sure that my grip was about to bend it.
FBI?
I was about to tell her how wrong she was, but before I could, Jasmine said, “Let me explain. I thought she looked familiar. Remember my obsession with crime shows and all stuff related? I could have sworn she looked familiar, but I was having trouble placing her. It wasn’t until tonight when I was completely sloshed that it came back to me. She is the FBI agent who just brought down a sex trafficking ring in New York. She was undercover for over six months, and she was awarded by the FBI for the accomplishment. I read it all in a news article. I have it pulled up on my phone when you are ready to read it.”
“Can you text it to me?” I asked, my voice low and unsteady.
Part of my training was to adapt quickly, make decisions, and then move on, but I was having a hard time comprehending what Jasmine shared.Abby is actually an FBI agent?I supposed I shouldn’t have been as surprised as I was. She ran straight for the source of the gunshots. As my brain started to connect the dots, a burning question came to me. Was our run-in at the airport and her ticket for my flight all by chance, or was this planned? Was my luck really that bad, that I’d almost brought a law enforcement official into our bounty-hunting gig, which bordered on the edge of what was legal? Or did another FBI agent we know have something to do with this?Boss.
“Does she know Boss?” I asked. If she did, then that settled it; she ran into me on purpose.
“I believe so. He’s mentioned in the same article. They work out of the same field office. It would be hard for them not to know each other,” Jasmine said.
I let out a deep, angry growl. I clenched my fists, and it took all of my restraint to keep my hand from striking the wall. Christine didn’t need to pay for the resort to retile the shower.
“Are you okay, man?” Jones asked.
I was sure that my growl was the obvious answer to that question.No. They were probably worried I was going to wreck this whole glass shower. I felt like a bull in a china shop at that moment, a very expensive china shop.
“I don’t even know. What does this mean? She sought me out to do what, babysit us? Was this Boss’ doing?” I asked. “Why did she single me out?”
