The Throwbacks (38 page)

If she let herself think about Theresa in that warehouse she’d panic, so Grace kept up a steady banter that David went along with, probably knowing the purpose was to settle her nerves. She knew he knew because when they jumped from the cab, swished through the revolving doors, and out into the lobby, he caught her around the shoulders and nearly carried her to the elevator. “As soon as we get back to our suite, remind me to get you a double shot of brandy to slow down your racing heart and then maybe do the same for your mouth too.”

She giggled and then hiccupped but didn’t disagree.

D
AVID knew Dan would be waiting for them. As he and Grace rode up in the lift, he reined himself in mentally. She was clearly affected by the day’s events, but he couldn’t worry about her. He would need to marshal all his attention for the kidnap rescue if they were to pull it off before the payoff deadline later that night. He couldn’t allow Grace to distract him and knew he’d have to leave her to one of the police detectives to watch, maybe Nick. It didn’t feel right.

Maybe he should call Oscar to handle this personally.

They got off the elevator, and as soon as they turned the corner, a contingent of plainclothes Boston detectives greeted them. He felt Grace pause mid step and gathered her in closer as they approached their suite.

“I see you’ve made yourself at home,” he said to the men as he made his way inside with Grace. He didn’t stop as he escorted her right to the door of her bedroom, which was thankfully empty of any stray detectives.

“Why don’t you change into something more like yourself, sweetheart, and come out when you feel up to it. Take your time,” he murmured close to her ear, then couldn’t resist a small kiss on her sweet, nearly trembling lips. She was wide-eyed, but smiled and stepped inside her bedroom. He pulled the door closed behind her and turned to face Dan and his troops. They were busy on the phones and helping themselves to room service food, but Dan stood with his hands on his hips waiting for him to report.

“Well?” Dan said, more impatient than disgruntled, even if he had a right to be.

“If we can scout the location out without drawing attention, we do that now,” he said. “Then I say we move in just after dark. Maximize the surprise and give ourselves plenty of lead time before the scheduled exchange.”

“I’m arranging to have the building plans delivered here,” Dan said. He looked at his wrist. “Within the half hour. I have a call in to a specialist to help us interpret the electrical, etc. so we know the building inside out.”

“At least we’ll know the plans inside out. We won’t know the actual lay of the land until we get there. We don’t know how many men they have, their weapons, what’s in the building or any changes since the plans were made.” David paced around, knowing he wasn’t saying anything Dan didn’t already know. “What are the chances we can get someone in the area very unobtrusively?”

“Who won’t they know?” Dan asked. “And who don’t we have to brief on the details?”

“Nick—in disguise,” David said. “He’s used to undercover and knows the case and what to look for as well as anyone. He’ll recognize the players and he’s highly motivated.”

“Maybe too motivated,” David said.

“I’m not deaf, you know.” Nick stepped up behind Dan from the window where he’d been standing. David glanced over at the couch where Rick was sprawled with his eyes closed. Pretty much where they left him, only several shots of whiskey or brandy later. Sure enough, he opened his eyes.

“I think Nick is perfect for the job,” Rick said. “As long as someone does something because I can’t stand sitting around waiting another millisecond while Theresa—” His voice cracked.

“I have the perfect disguise for the job. I check out warehouses unobtrusively for a living and haven’t been caught yet,” said Nick.

David and Dan both looked at him. He was dressed in a dark blue BPD uniform, fresh in from the event on City Hall plaza.

“Don’t worry—I mean to change out of this disguise,” Nick added.

“I’ll have someone familiar with the area drop you near the location. How soon can you be ready?” Dan asked.

“Give me fifteen minutes and you won’t know who I am.” Nick headed for David’s bedroom at the other end of the suite.

“I have a feeling I’m not going to like what he’s going to do with my wardrobe,” David said. He was a good two sizes bigger than the man, and he had only one change of clothes in his room. He should call Mabel to arrange to have another change of clothes sent over. A vicious rapping at the door startled them all.

David strode to the door and peered through the look hole. It was as he suspected. The Pixie had grown impatient. She knocked again as he unlatched the lock. He threw open the door in a sufficiently quick move so that she ended up knocking him in the chest.

“Hello, Pixie. Welcome to the party. I’m surprised you didn’t join us sooner,” he said with a smile to her frown.

“I’m only here because Grace called me—you told me to stay put, and I did and what thanks do I get?” She stomped inside and looked around at the assemblage of officers and detectives, mostly male, and kept her frown in place until they were the more intimidated, David thought.

“Looks like you could use a drink,” Rick said from the couch. He attempted to right himself.

“Good idea,” David said and drew her in the direction of the mini-bar. “Please feel free to order yourself anything you like from room service. You know we appreciate your help very much,” he said. He wished Grace would finish changing as quickly as she had earlier that day.

“Grace is in her room, if you’d like to look in on her.” He gestured at Grace’s door and hoped she was okay. Then he considered looking in on her himself, but Pixie read his mind.

“I’ll look in on her—you wait out here,” she said, still frowning. She took a swig of the whiskey she’d poured, and then stomped toward Grace’s door and entered after a quick knock. Then she slammed the door behind her.

David had to stop himself from thinking about Grace’s possible distraught state. He turned on his heel, figuratively speaking, and addressed Dan, who’d just signed off his two-way radiophone.

“The unmarked car is waiting for Nick out front. If he’s not ready in one minute you’ll have to go in and get him,” Dan said.

“Never fear.” He sank himself into the role of fearless leader and rescuer of damsels in distress. He erected his usual protective shield around his mind and zoned in on the goal, focusing with a ferocious determination. Outwardly, he knew the only person who would notice a thing was Dan. The man nodded, as if on cue.

Grace emerged from her room dressed in her funeral outfit, black and tight and short. She was back to her Daisy-Mae-as-a-widow persona. David took some deep breaths and remained impassive. She zeroed in on him and rushed to his side without speaking. He put his hand at the small of her back, and her tension ebbed instantly. Unfortunately his own tension rose. He worked to keep all his rising parts in check. He refused to smile at her. She had too much effect on his focus as it was.

Leaving her behind would be difficult, even though he knew the danger in doing so was minimal. Leftover anxiety from his wife’s murder still had the ability to interfere with his otherwise impeccable judgment, and the knowledge unsettled him. He needed to resolve this case and he needed to stay cool to do it. He refocused yet again.

Nick emerged from his room, looking the part of a street person. He had smeared dirt on seventy-five percent of David’s good jacket. He wondered absently where Nick got the dirt. The jacket sleeves were convincingly frayed and the pants looked worn and dirty. Nick nodded at him, marched to the bar and took the bottle of whiskey, and poured the remainder on his clothes and over his hair, saving the last dash for his mouth.

Dan raised his brows and Rick laughed. David chose to remain implacable, although he inwardly winced.

“Good job. Your car is waiting. Dark gray unmarked Ford sedan,” David said.

“A dark gray Ford? Great—no one will know it’s the police,” Nick half-joked.

“You’ll be dropped far enough from the location so it won’t matter,” Dan said. “Hope your shoes don’t have any holes.” Dan handed him a two-way radio.

Nick headed out the door. But before he left, David had one last instruction for him.

“You have until 8:00 p.m. to report,” he said. He felt Grace flinch at his side.

Nick nodded and left.

The mob in the room quieted and tensed. Activity slowed and then ceased. Gradually, all eyes turned to David, either openly or surreptitiously. He exchanged glances with Dan. He felt Grace stir closer to his side and breathed in her exotic sweet scent.

“This is the hard part—where we must all wait patiently.” He looked around the room. There were some uneasy and unconvincing chuckles. The tension remained, as it should. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to make a call.” He nodded to everyone and then gave Grace a reassuring nod as he extracted himself from her presence. That was the truly hard part. But he had to call Oscar and arrange for him to look out for her, and he didn’t need anyone else to know about it—especially not Dan.

He walked purposefully to his room, taking his phone from his pocket as he strode. He should take Grace up on her offer to fix it for speed dial. She seemed pervaded his thoughts now.

Grace watched him go. She felt the absence of his hand at her back. She looked around the room and found Pixie sitting on the couch with Rick and talking quietly. Shame filled her until she felt herself turn pink. How could she feel anxious about David when Rick had so much more to be worried about with Theresa captured and being held hostage by a bunch of murdering smugglers?

She rushed over to the couch and knelt in front of Rick, taking his hand in hers.

“Don’t worry about a thing, Rick. David has it all planned. He’ll rescue Theresa for you. He’s fearless,” she said. She looked into his bloodshot eyes and he stared back, at first with an uncomprehending look.

“Of course he will. She’s right, you know,” Pixie put in.

Rick continued to stare at Grace, and she thought his face warmed up a degree or two.

“You’re right. I knew he was good all along…been there before,” he said. His speech was blurry. He collapsed back onto the couch and closed his eyes. Grace continued to hold his hand as she saw a tear escape from the corner of his eye.

She looked at Pixie, who looked devastated herself. Grace went into big sister mode and told herself it was time to step up—they couldn’t all fall apart. Just like when someone got bad news back at the orphanage. She had been in charge of shoring up their courage and keeping up spirits. She was never told to do it, nor was she taught how. She just did it.

Grace stood and searched the room for Noodles. Animals were always comforting. At the very least, Noodles would distract Pixie and erase the stricken look on her friends’ faces. She spied the small dog under a table and went to retrieve her, weaving around a few men in uniform who nodded at her with respectful silence. She returned to the couch and sat next to Pixie, dropping Noodles in her lap.

“Watch out for Noodles while I’m out on the mission, okay, honey?”

Pixie scooped up the dog and cuddled her in. Then she looked up at Grace, squinted her eyes and reverted to her usual skeptical look.

“What are you talking about? What mission?”

“You know—where we go and get Theresa back from the bad guys,” she said.