"Hey there, how's our patient today?" he asked the man, who he assumed was a federal agent, as he pushed the door open to the room. "I'll be just a moment."
The assailant was surprised to see Nora sitting in a chair beside Tito. She got up and said, "I'll leave you with him. He's resting now. I hope you don't have to wake him up. I'll be right outside if he needs me." Compassion and concern registered in her voice.
"Do you want to get some coffee or anything?" Nora asked the agent.
Esposito didn't answer right away. He was thinking about cowboy boots. What doctor would wear worn-down cowboy boots? Alarm bells went off in his head.
"Cowboy boots?" he muttered.
"What?" Nora asked.
He signaled Nora to be quiet—putting his index finger to his lips. The agent got up and went into Tito's room. Easing open the door, he saw the gun with the silencer pointed at the sleeping figure in the bed. Tito must have sensed the danger and opened his eyes—as a shocked and bewildered expression crept across his face.
"No, you don't have to do this. I won't say a word," Tito pleaded.
"So sorry. It’s nothing personal. It's my job, and I'm really good at it."
"Not so good this time. Special Agent Esposito DEA," Esposito said. "Put the gun down now."
"I don't think so, Agent." The man swung the gun towards the agent—ready to fire. Tito made a live-or-die decision and threw the tray lying on his bedside table at the man with the gun.
Startled, the man took his attention from the agent for an instant. It was all Esposito needed. He sprang towards the man, and the gun went off. Searing pain in his shoulder told him he had been hit. The assailant ran out the door, knocking Nora to the floor.
"Push that damn button and get some help in here," the agent shouted to Tito.
"Yeah, yeah, okay," Tito said scrambling to find the button to call the nurse.
One floor up, Montrose saw the hospital staff running around and whispering about a shooting. He stopped one of the nurses, "What's going on?"
"Someone tried to kill one of the patients," the nurse said before rushing off.
"Which patient?" he called after her but got no answer.
He went to the nurse's station and insisted that someone call down to get Agent Esposito on the phone.
He waited for what seemed like an eternity before he heard, "Agent
Montrose, this is Doctor Gallagher. Your friend Agent Esposito is on his way to the OR right now."
Montrose interrupted him, "In the OR? What happened? How bad is he hurt?"
"He's fine. He took a bullet to the shoulder, but it missed the brachial artery by a fraction. The young lady with him was knocked to the ground but only her dignity was hurt," the doctor explained.
"What about Tito Ramirez? Was he shot?"
"Mr. Ramirez wasn't hurt and can go home in the morning. His head injury did cause a slight concussion, but he will recover just fine as well."
"When can I talk to Agent Esposito?" Montrose asked, calmer now that he had some information.
"He'll be in recovery for a couple of hours after surgery. You can see him after that. We'll keep him overnight. You can take everyone home tomorrow morning. I have hospital security sitting outside Mr. Ramirez's room for now."
"Thanks, Doc. I appreciate you taking the time to talk to me."
Nora appeared at his side as he was hanging up the phone. I came down to tell you, but I see you already know what’s happened.”
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, just shaken up," Nora said, leaning on the nurse's station. "Do you think the hit man will come after Santos?"
"I don't know. But you're right about it being a hit. I'll call Dan and have him and Gabe come here. It's a little late to lock down the hospital, but I'll have security check everyone leaving the hospital. I’ll have someone check the security cameras too. He picked up the phone again and had the operator connect him with security. Then, he called the police station and filled Gabe in. Gabe and Dan were on their way before he hung up the phone.
Cesar Montoya stood in the supply closet looking out the small window at the nurses and doctors running around. Security men were walking up and down the hall. He checked his gun again. He was watching Mateo Santos's room. He still had a job to do. He had been paid, and he always finished the contract, no matter how difficult it was.
The girl he had knocked over upstairs was talking to someone at the nurse's station. They had their backs to him. Now was his chance. He might not get another one. He grabbed a couple of small items off the shelf and casually walked out of the closet and across the hall to Santos’s room.
Nora turned and saw a doctor enter Santos’s room. Strange, she thought. The doctor had cowboy boots on. "Hadn't Esposito said something about cowboy boots?"
She gave Montrose a poke with her elbow and nodded with her head towards the room across the hall.
"The hit man's in Santos’s room. I saw him," Nora whispered. She didn't
want to alarm anyone or cause any noise that might alert the assailant.
Montrose drew his gun and crossed to listen at the door.
"I have a message for you from Escobar. He don't like loose ends," Cesar said.
"I'm not a loose end. I haven't said anything to anyone," Santos stated. All his bravado disappeared at the sight of a gun pointed his way.
"And you won't either," Cesar raised his gun. Santos tried to back away as far as the bed would let him. He was cuffed to the side rail, but panic drove him to try and break free.
Montrose charged in the door just as Cesar pulled the trigger. The gun went off, the bullet lodging in the ceiling. Both men went down in a heap. Cesar was up first and kicked the agent hard in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him.
Nora was about to rush in as Cesar opened the door. She froze on the spot. He stopped for an instant and took off down the hall. Nora grabbed a bed pan off a passing cart and threw it at him as hard as she could. It caught him high in the back, throwing him off balance, and he fell. Without thinking she ran up, picked up the bedpan again and slammed it into his head—knocking him out. She sat down beside Montoya, catching her breath, not quite believing what she had just done.
Gabe pulled her up off the floor and encircled her in a tight embrace. He and Dan had arrived a split second before in time to watch her clobber Cesar Montoya with the bedpan. Some of the nurses were standing around clapping at her heroics.
Dan walked over and took Cesar’s hands and threw a pair of cuffs on him. Gabe watched Montrose stumbled out of Santos’s room holding his bruised ribs. When he saw Cesar on the floor, he assumed that Dan or Gabe had apprehended him.
"Well done, Dan," Montrose said clapping Dan on the shoulder.
"I had nothing to do with it. Nora's pretty deadly with a bedpan," Dan said looking at Gabe holding Nora. She was shaking with her head buried in Gabe's shoulder.
"What? Nora?" Montrose said trying to understand what had happened. “She’s a civilian and a girl to boot.”
"I'll tell you all about it later. We have to get this guy in jail and see what O'Donnell and Baker have learned from Shana. I want to see if what Tito said lines up with her story.
Agents O'Donnell and Baker were at the station when they all returned. Cesar Montoya was now also cuffed to a bed in Manatee Memorial Hospital.
Gina was stunned when she learned how Nora had taken down Montoya. She hugged Nora around the shoulders. "Well, seems we girls can pack a punch when we have to, huh?"
Nora was a bit embarrassed by the attention. "I didn't even think. It all happened so fast. I couldn't let him get away."
"Let's hear what you got from Shana Fairchild," Dan said.
Gina took a seat at the table and opened her note pad. "Santos took advantage of Shana so he could get information about the airfield and surrounding area. She understands that now. He never told her about the drug business. She thought he was a business man and loved her. The poor girl hoped he would take
her with him when he left. Santos lied to her every step of the way." Gina got up to pour herself some water from the cooler in the corner. She paced a bit as she talked. "She overheard him talking to someone once about moving the operation closer to the field."
"That must be when we found that tool shop and Manny what's-his-name," Gabe said.
"Sounds about right," Dan agreed.
"Shana didn't understand what he was talking about but that it seemed urgent. A few days later he showed up with Ramirez and was troubled about something. She knew that they were keeping something in a building nearby, but she didn't know where."
"Okay, so they moved the drug operation closer to the airfield. I bet he got spooked when Jessup turned up dead. We have to get Tito to tell us where the drugs are being kept. The cartel will want to find them before we do," Dan said. He was drawing a time line on the white board at the front of the room, filling in the blanks.
"Tomorrow, we collect Ramirez, Santos, and Montoya from the hospital. We'll split them up and see who wants to talk first," Dan continued.
"Don't forget Agent Esposito," Nora said. It was late in the afternoon by now, and she knew Gramps would start to worry. "Look, guys, this is all fascinating, but I've got to get home. Gramps will be worried, and I have to feed Jasper."
"Who's Jasper?" Gina asked.
"Jasper is her horse," Gabe said rolling his eyes and smiling. "Come on Nora, I'll take you home. You've had enough excitement for one day."
When they pulled up to Nora's house, Rex went wild barking and dancing around Gabe's vehicle. Gramps came out to see what had set off the dog. "Quiet—you foolish thing. You know Nora and Gabe," he shouted at the dog. "'Bout time you got home. I was ready to send out the National Guard to find you. Come on in and tell me what took you all so long."
Sitting at the kitchen table with hot coffee in their hands, Nora told Gramps about the hit man, Cesar Montoya, and his attempts to kill Tito and Mateo Santos. She conveniently left out the part about how she had hit him with the bedpan.
"Agent Montrose will be released with Tito and Santos in the morning," she told him.
"So how did this Montoya fella get caught?" Gramps asked—a bit confused on that part.
"He tripped and hit his head, knocked himself out," Nora said hastily.
"Umm, I think there is more you're not telling me, but I'll let it go for now," Gramps said reaching across the table to take Nora's hand in his big work-worn fingers. "I'm glad it all worked out, and you're safe at home," he said looking at his dear, brave granddaughter. He couldn't imagine life without her.
"I’d better go. I'm going to head home and get an early start in the morning," Gabe said. "Walk me out?" he asked Nora.
Standing beside his patrol car, Gabe took Nora's hands and drew her towards him. "What am I going to do with you? You could have been seriously hurt or killed by that maniac Santos or the Cartel's hired gun, Montoya.
"Gabe, I'm not a delicate flower that needs to be taken care of and sheltered," Nora told him.
"Oh, believe me I know that. But I want to take care of you and protect you. Nora, I think I'm falling in love with you." He held his breath waiting for her to answer.
"I feel the same way about you. Only I fell in love with you the minute you walked in the packing house to arrest Tito. I appreciate you wanting to protect me, but I won't be set aside because I'm a girl. I can ride and shoot as good as any man—better than some. I've worked in the grove and roped and branded the cattle. If you're looking for a little princess who’s afraid to break a nail, then keep looking 'cause that's not me." When she finished, she looked at the ground—afraid to look at his face.
Gabe tipped her chin to look in her eyes. "You are exactly what I want, you and your Jasper, rifle, and bedpan." He took her mouth with his and possessed her, leaving no doubt in her mind what his intentions were. Her insides turned to jelly, and she wanted so much more. He released her and pushed her back to arm's length. "I think I need to talk to Gramps as soon as this drug business is over," he said.
"Yeah, you do," she replied, glassy-eyed and breathless.
"I’d better go," he said. This time he kissed her gently and walked around to the driver's door. She watched as he drove away, bringing her finger tips to her lips. Could this be real, she wondered, and her heart answered . . . yes.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
"Well, you're looking mighty pleased with yourself this morning," Dan said as Gabe walked into the conference room.
"If you must know, Nora and I came to an unofficial agreement after I dropped her off at home."
"Unofficial huh, then I still have a chance?" Dan laughed.
"Not if you value your life," Gabe joked back.
"Okay, enough fooling around, Agent Baker went with Dan and brought their prisoners back this morning early," Agent Gina O'Donnell said. “Esposito will be in the hospital for a couple of more days.”
Baker and Dan were sitting at the table, notebooks open and waiting. "James, what did you find out from Tito? Was he able to tell you where the drug house is?" She took her seat at the table. Gabe noticed she had a paper coffee cup from the ‘By the Slice Diner’ down the street. Smart girl, he thought, as he suffered with the station coffee.
Montrose flipped a couple of pages in his note book, "Yeah, he said it was on the street behind the flying school office and down a couple. It's a faded blue house with white shutters. There are usually a couple of guards there now. Apparently, Santos wasn't taking any chances after we found the tool shop." He popped a pain pill for his bruised ribs.
"I'll get a couple of officers in plain clothes to locate the house and sit on it while we decide how to finish taking this down," Gabe said. He walked down to the front desk and asked Sergeant Alvarez to arrange surveillance at the Arcadia drug house.
“Hey, you planning a party and didn’t invite me?” Agent Esposito said from the doorway. His arm was in a sling to protect his shoulder.
“What are you doing out of the hospital?” Agent O’Donnell asked—looking him in the eye with motherly concern.
“I didn’t want to miss the finale,” Esposito pleaded.
“Okay, but stay down and out of trouble,” O’Donnell told him. Questioning of Tito Ramirez and Mateo Santos took the rest of the day. Tito told them everything he knew in exchange for Witness Protection. The District Attorney's Office would handle the details after Tito testified before the Grand Jury regarding Santos. Everyone agreed that putting him in prison would be a death sentence. The Cartel had a very long reach.
Santos was not cooperating. He refused to answer any questions and had “lawyered” up. He made his one phone call and was pacing a cell waiting for a lawyer to show up. He knew the Cartel had a couple of options for handling him. They could send him a lawyer to try and get him off. Even if he was sent to prison, they could arrange to have him killed. If, by some miracle, he didn't get convicted, they could still consider him a liability and have him killed.
Who was he kidding? No matter what angle he looked at, he ended up dead. Maybe he could make a deal and ask for solitary confinement in prison. Sitting on his bunk, he tried to figure out his best option. If he left it to the Cartel, he would end up in a coffin six-feet-under.
He made up his mind. Wrapping his hand around the bars of his cell, he called out, "Guard, guard, get me Sheriff McAllister. Now."
After listening to Santos and his decision to make a deal, Gabe called the District Attorney's Office again. Melvin Atwater's secretary informed Gabe that the DA was on a call and would get back to him shortly.
Sergeant Alvarez knocked on the door to Gabe's office. A distinguished gentleman behind Alvarez pushed his way past and introduced himself. "Sheriff, my name is Tomas Moreno. I am the counsel for Mateo Santos. I shall represent him with the charges at hand." He extended his hand to greet the Sheriff. Gabe reluctantly took it.
"Mr. Moreno, Santos has decided to talk to the DA about his case. I fear you have wasted your time." Gabe
felt he had just shaken hands with a reptile.
Moreno answered in heavily accented, though perfect English. "My employer might see things differently." His suit was expensive. The gold rings on his fingers and the polished shoes led Gabe to believe that the Medellin Cartel had hired him. The Cartel did not want law enforcement to have any information that might be running around in Santos's head.
"I insist on having a word alone with my client," the lawyer demanded.
"I'll arrange that for you," Gabe said, leaving the room and indicating for Alvarez to come with him. "I don't like this, but we have to follow the rules. Have Santos brought to one of the interrogation rooms."
Santos was surprised to see Moreno sitting at the table when he was brought in. His hands were left cuffed as he took a seat opposite the well-dressed man.
"Mr. Santos, my employer and yours has retained me as your counsel. It is his hope that all this can be swept under the rug, shall we say. There will be a trial, and you will be proven innocent and be a free man once again."
"I don't believe that. Tito Ramirez will testify, and I will be sent to prison. There is also Nora Hollister. I kidnapped her, and she saw what I did to Ramirez. That alone will get me jail time."
"Have no fear. There will be no one to testify against you. It will all be taken care of." Moreno smiled, and
Santos thought he looked like the devil himself as a shiver went down his spine.
"I will have to think about it," Santos said. Knowing his choices were limited, he called for the guard to take him back to his cell. He was suddenly freezing—goose bumps covered his arms. He knew exactly what the lawyer meant. Tito and Nora Hollister were going to die. He had just met someone more ruthless than he, and it scared him. The Medellin Cartel had very long arms indeed.
Sitting at his desk, Gabe had a lot on his mind. "Melvin Atwater on the line, Sheriff," Alvarez called to him.
"Glad you could call me back, Mel," Gabe said. "We have a situation down here and need your help." Gabe proceeded to outline what he had proposed to Tito Ramirez and what he and Santos had discussed.
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