Out of Nowhere (The Immortal Vagabond Healer Book 1) (31 page)

‘Well, the fact that he wants to do this on Saturday gives me three more days to heal, which is good. Now I have to get hold of a second and some lidocaine.’

‘So many conversations I never thought I’d have.’ She walked toward the kitchenette. ‘I need a cup of coffee. I imagine you do too. Then you can tell me all about seconds and lidocaine.’

Chapter 33

I DIALED PETE’S NUMBER.

‘Yo!’

‘Hey, man. It’s Sean.’

‘Dude! What happened? We wondered where you got to.’

‘I had to check up on somebody,’ I answered. ‘How’s Tiffany?’

‘Better than we expected. CAT scan was clean, no damage to her eyes, no teeth missing. Bad bruises, some broken fingers.’

‘Thank God.’ I released a long breath.

‘So what’s up with you, man?’

‘I need a favor.’

‘Money, an accomplice or an alibi?’ he asked without hesitation.

‘An accomplice,’ I replied. ‘You know the guy who was asking about me? The guys who attacked me and Nique? They’re the same guys who beat up Tiffany. I have a line on them, but I need a little help.’

‘I’m in.’

‘It might be dangerous,’ I warned.

‘Danger is my middle name. Of course, that means “Dodging” is my first, but if you ain’t running for the hills, it can’t be that dangerous. I’m in.’

‘You wound me,’ I said. ‘But thanks. Meet me at the Moonlight Inn. Soon as you can get here.’

‘What are you doing there? This isn’t a ploy to take advantage of me, is it?’

‘You’ve seen through my cunning ruse. Just come on over, OK?’

‘Will do. Oh, call Monique. She’s worried. Doesn’t want to lose her best girlfriend.’

‘I will. Thanks again.’

‘See ya in a few hours,’ he said. ‘I got some stuff to finish up, then I’ll head over.’ He hung up.

Sarah walked back in with a cup of coffee in either hand. She offered me one.

‘Who was that?’

‘My second, probably,’ I replied. ‘His name’s Pete. He’s a medic.’

‘So now what?’

I took a long sip to buy time. ‘I need to call Monique.’

‘I see.’ Her tone was neutral. No anger, nothing I could detect.

It scared the hell out of me.

‘First off, she’s worried about me. She’s a good friend and deserves a call back. Second, I need another person to pull this off. Someone I can trust. That’s a short list. And last, I think it’s time you two met.’

After a long pause, she forced a smile. ‘OK,’ she said, ‘maybe it’s time to put a face to the name.’

I squeezed her shoulder. ‘You’ve been amazing, you know. You gave me enough new perspective on this for me to try to solve this mess, and being with you is the motivation I need to actually stick it out and do it. I don’t know who took you for granted, or how, or why, but he was an idiot. You have no reason to be jealous of anyone. If heavily armed thugs who can teleport can’t come between us, do you really think I’d let another woman?’

The tight, forced smiled thawed into the twisted grin I’d come to love. ‘You’re right. How bad could it be? She’s not gonna beat me up.’

‘Probably not,’ I returned the smile, ‘but try not to make any remarks about her having a bimbo name.’

‘It was her bimbo
voice
,’ she corrected. ‘She has a
stripper
name.’

‘Ah. That’ll make it OK, then.’

‘But like a stripper who would work at an expensive place, not a cheap dive. Or maybe an escort service. Oh, that’s it! She totally has an escort name.’

‘This’ll be fun,’ I muttered as pulled out my cell and dialed Nique’s number.

‘Sean!’ she exclaimed as she picked up. I’m still taken aback by the fact that people know it’s me before I say anything. I have adapted to technology slowly. ‘Is everything alright?’

‘I’m fine. How’s everybody?’

‘Tiffany’s doing much better. Nobody else has been hurt. We were all worried when you took off. What happened?’

‘I had to run and check on Sarah,’ I replied. ‘She was trying to research some writing on the knife I took from those guys who jumped us. Tiffany got attacked after she gave us the demographic sheet on the guy we brought in when all this started. I figured they might go after Sarah too.’

‘Oh my God. Is she OK?’

‘She’s fine. And, thanks to her, I’ve made some progress tracking down the guys who did all this.’

‘Really? That’s great. You going to the police?’

I grimaced. ‘It’s a bit more complicated,’ I said. ‘In fact, there’s a favor I need. Can you meet me today?’

‘I picked up a shift. I’m actually on the truck now. I’m out at seven tonight, though.’

‘You know what? If you’re working, there are a few things you could pick up for me.’ Shopping from the ambulance supplies is pretty much illegal.

‘Sure thing,’ she answered brightly. ‘What can I get you?’

It’s also pretty much a constant.

So long as you only steal a little bit, and you don’t touch the narcotics, which are strictly tracked, you can outfit a small personal clinic.

I gave Monique my laundry list and we said goodbye. As I hung up the phone, Sarah gave me what I can only describe as a
look
.

‘Tiffany? Really?’

I shrugged.

‘Hey, you wouldn’t let me run away from the guys with knives. I say we stay and face the peril of the girls with stripper names.’

She sighed in theatric exasperation. ‘You’re lucky you’re a good cook.’

I killed time going over and over the plan in my head. It wasn’t the craziest plan I’d ever been involved in. I’d seen worse plans work out. I’d also seen better ones go to hell, but I didn’t dwell on that.

What gave me that weightless, falling sensation in my stomach was that this was different for me. This wasn’t me hiding out in uniform, trying to put myself in the absolute minimum danger to avoid totally disgracing myself or betraying my companions. This was leading a group of civilians I cared for into harm’s way to confront
my
problem. In theory, I’d be the guy in danger, but how much faith did I really want to put in Mr Doors’ sense of honor?

Much later, the welcome sound of a knock on the door interrupted my fretting. ‘Hello?’

‘Hi!’ came a cheery voice, which, to my dismay, would be all you could ask for from an escort. ‘It’s Nique.’

‘Come on in.’ I gave Sarah a quick smile, saw her take a deep breath in preparation.

I opened the door to Nique’s sunburst smile. She gave me an enormous hug. As she released me, she turned to Sarah, who was doggedly maintaining a frozen grin.

I’d not have thought it possible, but Nique cranked up her smile by a few thousand BTUs.

‘You must be Sarah,’ she beamed. ‘It’s so nice to finally meet you. Sean can’t stop smiling since he met you.’

See, a good partner always has your back.

Sarah’s reserve melted in the face of Nique’s greeting. Stronger men had fallen before. Nique was just about impossible to dislike, even for the new girlfriend who’s just discovered what her boyfriend’s partner looks like.

I limped to the mini bar for drinks, and by the time I got back, the two women were chatting like old friends. I heaved a sigh of relief and marveled at Monique’s ability to charm. Drop her with a tribe of headhunters in the jungle of the Amazon basin and a week later she’d be thanking them as they carried out her luggage, and they’d be smiling that she let them.

Pete eventually showed up, introduced himself, got an eyeful of Sarah and practically dug his elbow in my ribs and high-fived me. I tried to enjoy it, but I was sure he’d work the whole thing into a new gay joke by week’s end.

After the introductions and small talk, I felt it was time to address the matter at hand.

‘Thanks for coming, you two,’ I began. ‘As you know, there have been a series of attacks on me and people close to me recently. It took a while, but with some help, I’ve put together who it is and why. Sarah finally helped me figure out how to fix this. But this is a strange story, and I’m gonna ask you to take it on faith. I had no idea these guys were looking for me, or that it put any of you in danger. I never would have taken a chance on that.’

I was happy to see nods all around. Even Pete didn’t make a wisecrack. Reassured, I pressed on.

‘A long time ago, I did something to piss these guys off. I basically disobeyed an order that never should have been given.’

‘You?’ asked Pete. ‘Get out of town. Mr Sorry-the-radio-is-cutting-out decided to ignore an order? No fuckin’ way.’

I looked to Nique for support, but she just shrugged eloquently. ‘He’s not wrong.’

‘I took the punishment and got on with my life,’ I continued. ‘I guess my colleagues weren’t so quick to forgive and forget. Now that we’re all mustered out, they want to settle the score.’

‘You were in the military?’ asked Pete. ‘That must’ve been after “Don’t ask, don’t tell”.’

‘Well, I hadn’t met you yet, so I had nothing to hide.’

‘Where did you serve?’ asked Nique, rolling her eyes as she tried to drag us back to business.

‘It’s not important,’ I replied. ‘It was a long time ago and a long way away. Let’s just call it service to a foreign power.’

‘Dude! You were a merc? No way!’

‘Oh my God,’ exclaimed Nique. ‘Were you in the Foreign Legion?’

‘No I was—wait, why the Foreign Legion?’

She shrugged. ‘I’ve heard your French. Your accent isn’t Québécois, like you say. My Memère is from Montreal.’

Huh. I had thought I’d done a better job with my cover than that. I wondered if all the women in my life were smarter than I was.

‘Something like that,’ I offered. It wasn’t completely a lie. I did spend some time in the Legion, but that was unrelated to this mess. So far as I knew.

‘So, anyway...’ Sarah prompted.

‘Right. Anyway, I have some information that would be embarrassing for these guys. They’ve agreed to meet just me to settle this, and lay off my friends in return for me not leaking this. The thing is, the boss is a bit... well, traditional. He wants to settle our differences the old fashioned way. A duel.’

‘Are you shitting me?’ Pete asked, pretty reasonably.

‘Sean, you can’t be serious,’ Nique said. ‘Why can’t you just go to the cops?’

‘It’s complicated. The info I have would be bad for them, but it wouldn’t end this permanently. And you guys have seen what they’ll do. Remember the ambush at Dugan’s? The attack on Tiffany? They’ll be out for revenge, and I can’t have that.’

‘So you’re gonna
duel
this guy?’ asked Pete incredulously.

‘Yep.’

‘You can hardly walk,’ said Nique. ‘How are you going to fight?’

‘That’s where your shopping spree comes in.’ I took the bag she’d brought and tipped it out on my coffee table.

‘Some lido and syringes?’ asked Pete. ‘What’s that gonna do?’

‘It’s going to numb my ankle and wrist so I can fight. Think Schilling in 2004. Game six against the Yankees.’

‘You’re going to inject an anaesthetic into a damaged joint so you don’t feel the pain of the incredibly bad idea of running around on that joint?’ Nique demanded.

‘Sometimes you need to do what you need to do. And I heal fast.’

‘Sean, I really think you need to think harder about this.’

‘No.’ Sarah put a hand on Nique’s shoulder. ‘He’s right. This will work. I’ve seen him in action.’

Nique gave her sad but tender smile. ‘Sweetie, I know Sean is a great guy, and I suppose he’s a decent fighter, but he needs somebody level headed to watch out for him. He’s not big on details.’

‘I’d noticed,’ Sarah replied with a grin. ‘We’re working on that.’

The two women seemed to have bonded. I wondered if that would be good or bad for me in the long term. For now, it was a relief.

‘OK, for the sake of argument, let’s pretend this isn’t a stupid idea,’ Nique continued. ‘This guy isn’t the Count of Monte Cristo, he’s a drug lord. Why would he agree to this? Why wouldn’t he just have his thugs kill you when you show up?’

‘He’s an aristocrat. There are forms that must be observed.’

‘Yeah, but if he’s dealing drugs, isn’t that already violating his code?’ asked Pete.

‘Not really,’ I replied. ‘How well do you know your history? Look at the Opium Wars. British merchants were basically pushing drugs on the Chinese, and it was OK, since it was just on the Chinese, not real people who mattered. It was so OK that the Crown sent a fleet and a few regiments over to China to force a treaty to allow the Opium trade. The take-home point is you can deal all the drugs you want, so long as you watch where you do it.’

‘So why keep his word to you?’

‘I have... connections,’ I replied. ‘I’ve worn the Old School Tie. I know not to pass the Port to the right. He has to treat me by the rules.’