by Amy Brent
“Ms. Willis, we'll ask the questions, if you don't mind.”
“I sure as hell do mind,” Nicole said. She stood up, glaring down at the man. “What the hell is this about, anyway? Shouldn't I have a lawyer here?”
The two agents exchanged a look. Agent Stevens stood up, looking down at her. “We're just talking here,” he said.
“Not anymore.” Nicole pointed at the door. “I want you out of my house. If you want to ask me any more of your damn invasive questions, you can talk to my lawyer.”
Agent Stevens ground his teeth, but said nothing. He obviously knew he was stuck now. Nicole didn't know much about the law, but she knew she didn't have to answer any questions if she didn't want to.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. He handed it to her and said, “If you change your mind and decide you want to talk, give us a call. Keep in mind; it will be in your best interest if you cooperate.”
Nicole snatched the card away from him. “Cooperate in what? You haven't even told me what this is about.”
“I'd be happy to discuss that with you,” he said, “if you'll just answer a few more questions.”
“Forget it.” Nicole gestured to the door. “Out. Go. I want you out of my home.”
“Very well,” Agent Stevens said. “Have a nice day, ma'am.”
The two men left and Nicole locked the door behind them. Then she leaned against it, her chest heaving as she fought off sobs. She slid down to the ground, leaning back against the door. Tears welled in her eyes. She stared at the agent's card, unable to process what had just happened.
As soon as she composed herself enough that she could think straight, she pulled out her phone and dialed Horatio's number.
7
Nicole's hands were shaking while she waited for Horatio to answer the phone. It rang and rang, and for a long, grueling moment, she thought he was ignoring her call. Then he answered, his voice sounding sleepy. “Nicole? Is everything all right?”
“No,” she said. “Everything isn't all right.”
She heard a rustling sound, and realized it was Horatio getting out of bed. She'd forgotten about the time difference where he was. She must have awaked him in the middle of the night. “What's wrong?”
“There were men,” she said. “Men who said they were from the government. They came to my apartment.” She explained everything she could about her encounter with the two agents, though none of it made any sense to her and she found herself fumbling over her words.
“Damn,” Horatio muttered. “I told them...”
“Told them what?” Nicole felt her chest tighten. “Horatio? What's going on? Do you know what this is about?”
He let out a long sigh. “It's...complicated.”
“Well, you'd damn well better uncomplicate it,” she said. “Now.”
“I can't explain this over the phone.”
“Don't give me that. Horatio, these men came to my home. If you know what's going on, you need to tell me, now.”
“I'll explain everything as soon as I can,” he said. “You're going to have to trust me.”
“Horatio...”
“Nicole, dear,” Horatio said. “Please. I promise you that this had nothing to do with you. It's my fault. I told them they didn't need to bother you, but they didn't listen.”
“What? Horatio, you talked to these men? What do they want?” Her hand clenched into a fist. She felt herself shaking from head to toe.
“I'll explain as soon as I can,” he said. “It's nothing to worry about. Just some...business trouble.”
“Business trouble?” She glared at her phone for a second, wishing Horatio was there so she could smack him upside his head. “Horatio, this wasn't the IRS or something. These were government agents. Are you doing something illegal?”
Horatio sighed. “No, Nicole. No, I promise it's nothing like that. But you need to believe me when I tell you that I can't talk about it. Not now. Not until I see you in person.”
Nicole ground her teeth, but she couldn't think of anything to say in response. As much as she didn't like to admit it, this really wasn't the sort of conversation to be had over the phone. “I want to see you the second you get back here. You need to explain this to me.”
“I will,” he said. “I promise. I'll see if I can get an earlier flight. And I'll explain everything. Don't worry.”
“You'd better,” she said.
“I will. And Nicole...I hope you know that I love you.”
She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the door. That was the first time he'd uttered those words to her. She wanted to be angry at him for saying it now, under these circumstances. It wasn't fair. But she couldn't be mad at him. Not when his words made her realize how much she loved him too.
“I love you,” she said. “You'd better get your ass back here soon.”
“I will. I promise.”
Nicole hung up the phone, and then sat there on the floor for a long time, staring at the ceiling. Her head was spinning and she felt like her entire world had been turned upside down. She didn't know what to do or what to think. And the only person that could give her any answers was on the other side of the world.
She just had to force herself to believe him, and to trust him when he said that everything would be all right.
8
A few days later, Nicole was working a long shift in the emergency room. She had barely heard from Horatio since the last time she spoke to him on the phone. He'd texted her a few times, letting her know that he had found an earlier flight back, and that he would come see her as soon as he “took care of this situation.” She didn't even know what that meant, or how he could do anything about the government agents that had come harassing her at her home. She imagined him bribing them to get them to leave her alone, but somehow that didn't seem like Horatio's style. He might be rich, but he didn't seem like the sort of person to throw his money around in order to get what he wanted.
Her thoughts remained plagued by the confusing situation throughout her shift. Fortunately, the patients coming into the emergency room, for the most part, weren't in critical condition. She tended to a young girl who came in complaining of scoliosis-related back pain, and then was released after the doctor gave her a prescription for pain relief medication. A mother brought her baby in, complaining that he had an unusual rash, but it turned out to be nothing that a medicated cream couldn't cure. And while there were plenty of other patients that required a bit more attention and time, no one had come in with any serious or life-threatening conditions. Until the end of the night, that is.
They got the call at almost 8.00 PM. The emergency room doctor came rushing in, shouting at the nurses to prep for an incoming patient. “Shooting at a downtown strip club. One gunshot victim coming in. Critical condition.”
Nicole's heart started to race. She had never dealt with a gunshot victim before. She had undergone training for such emergencies, but this was the first time such a thing had ever come into her hospital. It took a few moments for her mind to overcome the shock, then her training took over and she started helping prep for the incoming patient. She helped the other nurses gather the necessary supplies and prepare the operating room. Then there was a tense few moments of waiting until the ambulance arrived.
As soon as the ambulance arrived, the paramedics unloaded the wheeled stretcher from the back and rushed the patient into the hospital. He was moved immediately into the operating room, where the staff started prepping him for surgery. There was an IV in his arm and an oxygen mask over his face. Blood stained his clothes, leaving dark patches over the black silken material of his suit. When they started cutting his shirt open to get clear access to the gunshot wounds, they found an empty gun holster hidden beneath his jacket, making Nicole wonder for a moment if he was some kind of undercover police officer. Then she got a better look at his face beneath the oxygen mask.
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
It was Horatio.
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Nicole stumbled back out of the operating room, clutching at her chest. The doctor glanced at her and shouted, “Nicole! We need you back in here now.”
“I...I can't,” she said, gasping for air. “That's my...that's my...”
The doctor turned his full attention back to his patient. “Someone get her out of here. And get me another nurse down here, stat.”
Nicole leaned against the wall, one hand pressed against her chest. The room was spinning. She couldn't think, couldn't move. She stood there, swaying on her feet, until one of the hospital security guards came over and took her by the arm, leading her down to an empty bed in the emergency room. He laid her down on it, and then closed off the curtain between her and the patient in the next bed.
“Are you okay, Nicole?” he asked. “What's the matter? Are you sick?”
She shook her head, unable to think clearly enough to speak. She put a hand over her eyes, squeezing her eyes shut tight, trying to block out the image of Horatio on the operating table, covered in blood. She couldn't stop seeing it. She told herself she had to be wrong. It couldn't have been him. It didn't make any sense. What would Horatio have been doing at a strip club? How could he have gotten shot?
“I'm going to get you some water,” the guard said. “Wait here. Don't try to get up.”
Nicole couldn't have gotten up if she tried. She laid there until the guard returned and handed her a bottle of water. She took it and fumbled with the cap, but her hands were shaking too much to get it open.
“Here,” the guard said, taking the bottle from her. “Let me get that for you.”
He opened the bottle and handed it back to her. She raised it to her lips, spilling a bit on the front of her shirt. She gulped down some water, and then pressed the cold bottle against her forehead.
“How are you doing, Nicole?” the guard asked, patting her hand.
“I feel like I've gone crazy. That...that couldn't have been him.”
“Him who?” he asked.
“My boyfriend. He's...he's the one they brought in.”
“The gunshot victim?” The guard frowned, looking over his shoulder towards the operating room. “What happened to him? Do you know how he got shot?”
“No, I have no idea. I didn't even think he...I had no idea that he...” She took a few deep breaths, trying to compose herself. Nothing made any sense. She couldn't find her center. She couldn't even steady herself enough to think the situation through logically.
Her first thought, the only way she could make the situation begin to make sense, was that Horatio had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. But then, why was he wearing a holster? Maybe, she thought, he had a gun for personal protection. It wouldn't be unheard of for a wealthy man to take such measures to protect himself. Maybe it had been an attempted robbery.
That almost made sense. She could picture some crook seeing Horatio, with his fancy suit and his expensive car, and deciding to rob him. Or maybe someone had seen him take his wallet out at the strip club. She was a bit disgusted at the thought that her boyfriend had gone to such a place, especially since he wasn't even supposed to be back in the country for another day or two, but she pushed that thought aside. He had obviously been there, whatever the reason. And if someone had seen the hundred dollar bills in his wallet, they might have tried to rob him. And maybe Horatio had pulled out his own gun to defend himself. It was crazy, but she had seen crazier things.
“I'll be fine,” she told the guard. “I just...I just need some time to rest and get myself together.”
He patted her hand. “You let me know if you need anything, okay? I'll take care of it for you.”
He went back to his post, leaving Nicole laying in the bed, staring at the ceiling. She knew she needed to get back up and get back to work. Even if she wasn't working with the doctor treating Horatio, there were other patients there that needed attention. But the thought of getting up made bile rise in her throat. She needed some time to steady herself.
And as soon as Horatio was out of surgery, she needed to find out what had happened to him.
9
Once Nicole was able to get on her feet again, she went to check on Horatio. By then, the doctor had stitched up his wounds, and Horatio had been moved to a recovery room. He was laying there, unconscious, his chest covered in bandages and an IV hanging beside his bed. She asked the doctor, and he said Horatio's condition was stable. It seemed that none of the bullets had hit any vital organs, though he had lost a lot of blood and would need time to recover.
“When can I talk to him?” she asked.
“Nicole, you know how these things work,” he said. “We need to give him time to rest and heal. We can't risk waking him up before he's ready to.”
“A-all right,” she said, hanging her head. “I'll check in on him later.”
“No,” the doctor said, putting a hand on her arm. “I want you to go home and get some rest. You had a pretty serious episode there. You need to get yourself together.”
“I can't go home,” Nicole said, shaking her head. “Not while my boyfriend is here like this. I need to stay.”
The doctor sighed. “Fine, you can stay if you want, but not on the clock. You're no good to anyone until you've had time to rest and recover. Get yourself something to eat, then go lay down for a while. Horatio isn't going anywhere, and I doubt he's going to be waking up before morning anyway.”
“Thanks.” She started to leave, and then turned back to the doctor. “Does anyone know what happened? How he got shot?”
“You'd have to ask the police about that,” the doctor said. “I really don't know.”
“All right. Thanks.”
She went to the cafeteria and forced herself to eat. The food tasted wooden in her mouth, but she forced it down anyway. She'd done it before, when she was working long shifts without end and didn't have time to enjoy a meal. She knew that she needed to eat to keep her strength in order to get through this ordeal.
Once she'd eaten, she went to Horatio's room and curled up in a chair by his bed. She couldn't bear the thought of going home or being anywhere else but by his side. Even though he seemed stable for now, she knew that anything could happen. And she knew that he would need a friendly face by his side when he woke up. Someone to reassure him and help him see that everything would be all right.
And on top of all that, she needed answers. The moment he awoke, and she knew he was no longer in any danger; she was going to make him explain to her what was going on.
Sometime later, she awoke to the sound of Horatio gently coughing. She got up immediately, hurrying to the side of the bed. She put a hand on his forehead, looking at his face. His face was scrunched up in pain, and he licked his dry lips in between coughs.
“Hold on, dear,” she whispered, stroking his hair. “Let me get you some water.”
She brought him some water and held the bottle to his lips so he could drink. He took a few swallows, and then turned away, coughing. When he opened his eyes, he looked up at her, his face filled with strain. “Nicole?”
“Yes, dear,” she said, caressing his cheek. “It's okay. You're here, you're safe. Everything is going to be okay.”
He looked around the hospital room, then sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back against the pillow. “I was shot,” he said.
Nicole tensed up. “Yes. But the doctor took care of you. He said you're going to be fine.”
He opened his eyes and looked up at her, grimacing guiltily. “I'm sure you have a lot of questions.”
She ground her teeth for a moment. She wanted nothing more than to demand answers out of him, but she knew he still needed time to recover. “I do,” she said. “But that can wait, until you're better.”
“I'm not sure if it can wait,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
He sighed, meeting her eyes. “Nicole,” he said. “It's possible that you're in danger.”
She stepped back, frown
ing down at him. “Horatio, what are you talking about.”
“It won't be easy to explain. There are some things you need to know about me, and about my work. I'm not sure where to begin.”
“Well, you'd better start somewhere.” She planted her hands on her hips. “Horatio, just what is going on here?”
“You should sit down,” he said. “I'll try my best to explain.”
Nicole frowned at him for a long moment, and then pulled the chair over to the side of the bed. She sat down, crossing her legs and folding her hands over her knee. “Go ahead.”
Horatio took a deep breath. “Nicole, I work for the United States government. I'm an international spy and assassin.”
Nicole stared at him in shock for a long, silent moment.
Then she burst out laughing.
10
“Horatio, you've got to be kidding me,” she said, still laughing. “An assassin? Please. You couldn't possibly...”
He gave her a stern look. He wasn't laughing, and there wasn't the least bit of amusement on his face.
“What are you...?” Nicole shook her head, frowning at him. “Horatio, you can't be serious...can you?”
“Please,” he said, “let me explain.”
She sat back in her chair, her laughter gone now. She wasn't sure if she would believe any of this, but she had to hear it.
“I thought you were involved in international trade,” she said.
“More like international espionage.” Horatio pushed himself up a bit in bed, wincing as he did so. Once he was comfortable, he looked up at the ceiling, launching into his tale.
“I know you think that I made my money in trade and finance,” he said. “But the truth is, I get paid an exorbitant amount of money to fly overseas, collect illicit information from foreign contacts, and occasionally, to assassinate high profile targets.”