Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
He muttered something in Ukrainian that John knew wasn’t polite. He shut the door with a satisfying click. The FBI had brought in others and they were cleaning up other precincts around the city at the same time. Terri had worked swiftly and sent the information to Davis’ contact. The man was good and mobilized in no time, aware Wasyl would vanish if they waited much longer.
While it wasn’t a breech or potential fire fight like he was used to, John had to push off the exhaustion. Digging into his pocket, he called Davis, pretty sure that Leena still wouldn’t answer. It ran more times than he was happy about before his brother answered.
“We’re okay, a few minor injuries but we’re both fine.” The words were the first thing out of Davis’ mouth.
“What the fuck happened?”
“They breeched her perimeter and regret it now.”
“Let me talk to her.” His entire body shook.
“No can do, bro. she’s getting some x-rays at the hospital and I’m under strict orders not to leave the dog I’m at the emergency clinic with. It was the only way I could get her to go. Otherwise she wouldn’t have gone to the hospital.”
“Clinic? Shit, what dog?” Please don’t be Argo. He didn’t want it to be any of her animals but he knew that it was one of them.
“Hope, she’ll be okay. They’ve stopped the bleeding and are just sewing her up, but I can’t leave until Leena gets back.”
“What hospital is she at?” His heart calmed a bit even as he berated himself for being glad it wasn’t Argo.
“I have to go, we’ll call you when we’re finished up.” Davis hung up.
Staring at the phone in his hand, he realized that Davis hadn’t even asked him how it had gone on his end. He had other things to finish up right now and would wait for the call, no matter how impatient he was about hearing Leena’s voice.
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“Where are you?” John demanded, fist clenching.
“I’m in my house. Just got back from seeing Mom.” Davis muttered something to someone else before coming back to the line. “Why? What’s going on? I haven’t heard from my famous brother in a while. What’s it been, three months since you took down Fyodorov family?”
I know how long it’s been. I’ve had to deal with all the political crap and couldn’t get away to see Leena. A fact that had made him extremely pissed. “About that. And I’m trying to get in touch with Leena. I’ve not been able to reach her on the phone. You two were damn chummy, have you heard from her?”
“She’s fine, John.”
“Damn it, Davis. How do you know this? Have you gone to see her?” His entire body vibrated with tension. What the hell was his brother doing seeing Leena? She’d not taken any of his calls and if he tried to call from a different number, the moment she realized who it was, the call had been disconnected.
“We just had lunch together.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?”
“She was just here. Gone now, but she’s fine. All healed up and as beautiful as the day I met her.”
She’d been in town and hadn’t even contacted him. John swallowed back the nausea that jumped up from his gut.
“I see.” He ended the call and sank to the chair nearest his suddenly weak body. His phone rang seconds later. “Prince,” he said automatically.
“You’re like a schoolboy who’s had his dick smacked. Look, we’re not a couple and I’m not trying to be with her behind your back. She was passing through and stopped by for a visit and lunch. She’s not going to come to you, John. You want her, you’re going to have to go after her. And since she’s not going to be home for a while, I would suggest you track her down in Iowa, she’s heading to a competition.”
“Where?”
Davis clucked his tongue. “You figure it out.” He ended the call.
John shoved a hand through his longer hair and sighed. Getting to his feet, he dialed his captain while he walked through his apartment. Davis had a house here, had made a life for himself. While John, hell, there were boxes still. He hung out with his SRT crew but that was it. He didn’t have other friends. Even the people he’d grown up with he didn’t talk with regularly.
“Captain? It’s Prince.”
“What can I do for you?”
“I’m taking some personal time.”
Epilogue
Leena rolled her shoulders as she waited for the time to pass after the track laying so she and Pax could begin. As usual her dogs didn’t act as if they were worried in the slightest. She however, even after participating in all these events still got knots in her stomach. The moment she shifted in her chair, his ears swiveled in her direction.
“Not yet, Pax. Not yet.”