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I hadn’t realised there was an audience of more than one. I felt like I’d been punched in the face. I mean, I had basically been punched in the face by Dornan – but this felt even worse than that.
‘Your boyfriend’s pretty violent. Seems like even he thinks you’ve got something to do with Agent Murphy disappearing into thin air.’
Boyfriend.He hadn’t said husband. So obviously they hadn’t been watching everything. He hadn’t picked up on the fact that Ms Rodriguez was now a reluctant Mrs, completewith a black and red wedding band tattoo that had started to scab over. How disgustingly delightful.
‘Watchinghow?’ I exclaimed, looking around the room.
‘The FBI is blessed with a generous technology budget. Trust me. We got plenty of angles.’ He seemed to hesitate for a moment. ‘Are you okay?’
‘I’m not okay,’ I seethed, watching the bathroom door intently. ‘Isn’t that against the law? Filming someone without their permission?’
‘It’s called a warrant,’ Lindsay said.
A warrant?Fuck me. I was ready to hang up, but something about his tone, and the mention of a motherfucking warrant, kept the phone glued to my ear.
‘He almost killed you, you know that, right?’
I wanted to throw the phone out of the window. ‘I guess I’m just lucky the FBI were watching out for me,’ I replied, my words dripping with sarcasm. ‘Thank you.’
Lindsay sighed. ‘We were in the hallway. Another few seconds and we would have been busting your door down.’
I didn’t respond. I could barely hear above the screaming in my head.
‘I’m on your side,’ he added. I snorted. ‘Mariana, I know how violent Dornan is. I understand the danger you’re in. I can help you. I might be the only one who can help you at this point. Let me help you.’
The words I’d uttered to John came back to haunt me:I don’t need a man to save me. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I did.
‘Here’s what’s going to happen,’ Lindsay said, shifting gears. ‘I’m going to send two cups of coffee up with your food.One will be drugged for your dear boyfriend. He needs to take a nap so we can talk. The drugs will last at least an hour, but I only need five minutes.’
‘What if I don’t want to talk?’ I asked. ‘What if I’d rather you just went away?’
I heard him shuffling papers. ‘You don’t have to talk,’ he said. ‘But I’d strongly suggest that you at least give me five minutes of your time, Ms Rodriguez. Do you really think you’ll be able to make it back to your son and protect him without the FBI’s help?’
‘Okay,’ I said, cutting him off before he could make any more mention of myson. ‘But,’ I added, switching the receiver from my left ear to my right, ‘Dornan’s a big guy – he needs a horse tranquilliser to knock him down. A Percocet isn’t going to cut it.’
‘I’ll keep that in mind,’ he replied. ‘The black coffee’s for him. Don’t drink it. We want him asleep, not you dead.’
‘Whatever,’ I snapped, my ears buzzing, the line already dead.
Somehow the FBI had tracked us to Vegas. Shit. Shit. SHIT!
***
I thought I’d throw up waiting for the knock on the door and for ‘room service’ to appear. When a guy in his mid-thirties appeared at the door, wearing an ill-fitting hotel uniform and wheeling a tray bursting with breakfast foods, I glared at him so intently I’m surprised he didn’t catch on fire from my death rays. Sure enough, two cups of coffee sat in the middle of the tray, steam billowing from them. That right there was thebiggest giveaway. I’d never had room service coffee delivered at any temperature but lukewarm. They were obviously camped out in a room nearby, watching us and preparing poisoned coffee to send to our room.
Fuckers.
I debated telling Dornan about Lindsay’s call and the spiked coffee, but I decided against it, sipping at my latte as I watched Dornan down his black coffee in about three gulps.
The coffee worked quickly. I’d already anticipated Dornan’s suspicion at suddenly feeling woozy and drugged, so I figured I’d lessen it a little if possible. While he drank his coffee I gave him the quickest blowjob in the history of blowjobs, hating myself the entire time, and now armed with the knowledge that Lindsay could see everything I was doing.Great. As I swallowed, Dornan’s hand on my head, I made a mental note to thank Lindsay for saving my life when I was being choked out.
Seriously. They couldn’t have knocked and pretended to be cleaners or something?
Instead, they’d watched as I fought for my life. More embarrassingly, they’d watched while I had, quote, ‘fucked myself’, and given Dornan a peep show to rival all others. I’d made myself come in front of him, and probably half of Lindsay’s unit.
I started to panic as I contemplated where else they might’ve had cameras. In my apartment, the place where I’d killed Murphy? That didn’t make sense, though. If they’d had cameras hidden in my apartment, I’d already be sitting in a cell, serving my life sentence without parole.
That was the punishment for killing a federal officer of the law, last time I checked.
