“You let me do that, I’ll work with this MI5 guy Royce on the Russian piece.”
“I don’t think that’s-”
Shaw interrupted. “And I’ll sweeten the pot. You sign off on it, and I’ll keep working for you until I drop.”
Frank was silent for a long moment, then slowly said, “But what about retiring?”
Shaw gave him a look that somehow contained both helplessness and menace. “Retiring to what, Frank? Is it a deal?”
Frank hesitated. “Yeah, sure.”
Frank started to say something else but with a squeal of tires, Shaw was gone.
Frank turned and walked down the street to find a bar and a drink.
CHAPTER 48
A WISP OF RISING SUNLIGHT managed to slip by the window blinds, creep across the floor, and end up briefly settling on the bare calf that poked out from under the sheet. Later it traveled ruler-straight across the bed and slid to the floor where it glanced off the empty blue gin bottle lying there, causing beads of swirling, reflected light to kaleidoscope off the ceiling.
The demons had finally caught up to Katie James. The last few days were lost to her i
n a drunken binge of such mammoth proportions that the only thing she remembered later was the feeling of deep shame. And the worst hangover she’d ever had.
In the throes of some nightmare she kicked off the sheet and lay there in a long-sleeved T-shirt and baggy gym shorts, perspiration rising through her pores and moistening her clothes. Her breathing became normal and she finally grew still, the slight lift of her chest and her pink flesh the only real evidence that she was still alive.
She never heard the front bell, the accompanying knock, the pounding on the door, or the call of her name. She never heard the front door open, or the footsteps traversing the small living room, or the bedroom door swinging wide. She never felt the other person’s presence in the room, never felt anything when the intruder lifted the sheet off the floor and covered her with it.
The slight creak of the bedsprings as the visitor sat down didn’t arouse her either. The quiet call of her name? Oblivious. The gentle shake of her shoulder? No response.
However, the glass of water thrown in her face? Now that got the lady’s attention.
She sat up sputtering, rubbing at her eyes and nose.
“What the-” she began angrily until her eyes focused on Shaw sitting there holding the empty glass and staring at her.
She let out one more gag as the rest of the water that had made its way into her windpipe went down hard. “How did you get in?”
“I rang the bell, pounded on the door, called out your name. I did the same thing when I got in. You never let out a peep. I didn’t think anyone was here until, well, I actually saw you lying in this bed.”
She rubbed at her throbbing temples. “I… I’m a heavy sleeper.”
Shaw picked up an empty bottle of gin. “You’re a heavy something.” He hooked a second empty bottle and then a third and then a fourth.
“You mix gin, bourbon, and scotch?”
“When in Scotland, you know.”
“We’re in France,” he said, frowning.
She ran a hand through her tangles of blonde hair and yawned. “Oh, right, Paris,” she said absently. Then something seemed to strike right through the clouds of alcoholic stupor. “Oh my God, right.” She hastily sat up straighter.
“Shaw, I am so sorry. For everything. For the stupid cell phone, for lying to you.” She paused. “And about Anna.”
Shaw took his time lining up the empty bottles on a bureau set against one wall. “I actually wanted to thank you for coming to see how I was.”
Katie seemed surprised by this. “You didn’t have to do that. Especially after yesterday at the hospital. It was yesterday, right?”
“Actually, it was five days ago.”