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"Wait. Look, I didn't mean anything by it." I scoff; he really thinks Archers going to let him off easy. He's going to be spending his days in jail for the rest of his life.
"No waits. Not anymore. You decided your fate as soon as you called Daphne that morning." I'm staring at them both when
Archer lifts his gun and shoots Grey right in the head. He shoots again, right in the chest. I think I scream. He just- He just shot him in cold blood and shot him again to make sure the job was done.
Archer turns around, and his gaze is stern until he looks at me. Then it gets soft. He walks towards me. "Daph, it's okay."
"You just shot him. He… he's not alive anymore." I think I'm going into shock.
"Hey, calm down, love. He wouldn't have been going to prison anyway. He has way too many friends." He bends down to untie my wrist. And once they are free, he inspects my finger. His jaw clenches, "I should've made him suffer. He died too quickly."
I have no idea who is here right now, but it's not my Archer. "Archer, what are you going to do with the body? What are you going to tell the police? You are going to go to prison."
I think tears are falling from my eyes. I don't want to lose him too. He looks at me seriously but also with a sort of tenderness.
"It's okay, no one will question this. Daphne, let's get you out of here, okay? Come on, love. You need to get to a hospital and then home to rest."
"There's always more you can do." Archer helps me walk past Grey. Then, step out of the building. I see a car parked outside. It's not Archer's work car, where did he get that? As if hearing my thoughts, Archer says, "It's Liam's, and it doesn't have a tracker on it like mine does."
Why wouldn't he want the police to know where we are. Did he not even tell Nisa about this rescue mission. What else is he hiding? He helps me get into the vehicle gently. "Hold on here, let me make a phone call really quick."
I figure he's going to call Nisa or the police to tell them what happened here and that I'm safe. But as he gets on the phone, he looks more severe than he would if he was on the phone with Nisa. Who the hell could it be? The conversation is about a minute, and he gets in the driver's seat and starts to speed off. The air is thick. I have so many questions. He breaks the silence first.
"Daphne, be honest with me. What happened?" I don't know if I can do this. But I go slow and start from the beginning.
"Grey called me after I got the Starbucks for us. Well, obviously, at the time, I didn't know it was him. He told me to ditch the cell phone and to not call anyone that he had Cordelia. He gave me directions to the train station. There, I found a burner underneath my seat. We communicated through there from that point forward. He made me go to the bank to withdraw fifty thousand dollars. They asked no questions because I used my name. I don't know why he only asked for that much. That account has almost triple that. Maybe he thought it would raise red flags. I got the money and then took the directions to an alley. There was another person there besides Grey. I saw him first, then someone came up behind me and ambushed me. They had chloroform on a towel." I take a deep breath. Trying to steady my beating heart.
"Hey, if this is too hard, please don't tell me. Can I… can I touch you?"
"Yes, please." I missed his touch. I missed him so much. He places his hand on my thigh and gives it a brief squeeze. I'm confident in myself that I can finish this. I need to tell him everything. I need someone to listen to me. "I woke in the trunk of a car. I tried to break the light from inside, but nothing worked. The
car stopped, and Grey or someone else got out. I pretended to sleep, but they knew that. I struggled, but I was put back to sleep with another towel full of chloroform. The second time I woke up, I was in a bedroom. Locked in with no windows. I was there for a while. I had a bathroom. Someone brought me meals, too. How long was I away? What day is it?"
"You were taken on Monday. It's only Thursday." Only four days. Four days that felt like a lifetime. How was it only four days? It felt like so much longer. I guess the loneliness and the constant being in my head really did a number on me. "Daph, you okay?"
I come out of my head and look at him. "I'm good. Thank you. Without you there, I don't know where I would be right now. I don't know if I would still be here. Or if I would be just a body without a soul."
"Don't think like that. I was coming for you. I would crawl out of a grave to find you. I would've sold my soul to get yours back." I'm crying again. Slow and quiet tears. I don't finish my story. We sit in silence until we reach the hospital closest to us.
Archer comes to the passenger side to open the door and help me out. Quickly, he rushes me in, all the while telling one of the
charge nurses, "FBI, I need a room immediately. One of our own was taken, and I just got her back. She needs to be looked at." Way for the dramatics. Now, about ten people are rushing me and putting me in a wheelchair.
We are brought to a room right away. I'm going to start telling them I'm an agent when I come here for non-problematic reasons if this is the treatment I could be getting. The nurses helped me into the bed. They start an IV right away and start me on a saline drip. Archer stands back, careful to not get in the way. One nurse looks at my finger while another looks at my face and lip.
"You'll need stitches." The nurse says while looking at my finger. "At least it is a clean cut; the scar shouldn't be noticeable when healed."
"It was done with a scalpel, so I would hope it wouldn't be jagged." The nurse looks up at me in horror. As if my making a little joke is very inappropriate at this moment. I guess she's right, but it's the way I can cope with it.
The nurse who's looking at my face says that I only need antibiotics for the cuts.
"The guy kicked me a couple times in my stomach. I
probably need a CT scan."
"I'll go order one." One of the male nurses says as he walks out.
The nurse that is at my finger looks up again and then looks back at Archer. "These next questions you might want to be alone to answer."
