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Morton.”
“Mr. Morton?”
“Yeah, like the salt. I just sort of disappear when it starts raining.”
Dylan shot an eyebrow up. “Was that your idea? I mean really I think you could have come up with a better name than that.”
His fingers paused on the keyboard and he looked up at Dylan. “Monroe, don’t start on me. I’ve had a trying day.”
“Yes, you have, and my suggestion is we both get some sleep so we can function tomorrow.”
“Not quite yet. ” Billy Clyde sighed. His fingers clicked on the keyboard. “I’m in the database. Theresa told me not to do it. She’s willing to die rather than betray her country or her principles.”
Dylan already knew the answer but he asked the question anyway. “So, are you going to do what she wants?”
“She’s only in danger because she’s my wife. I’m not going to let something happen to her if I can prevent it.”
“Then do it. D elete the file so you can get some rest.”
“First, I’m printing a copy of the file. We can investigate the subject of the file but chances are …”
“They’ll fade into the background and start using another name.”
“Exactly.” Billy Clyde read the file. “It’s a short file. It looks as if they’re just starting to investigate. Not much here.”
Dylan watched as Billy Clyde hit some buttons. He closed his eyes for a moment and then hit the enter button. He looked up. “It’s done.”
“It’s not done— just deleted. We’ll figure this out after we get Theresa home. Now, it’s time to sleep. Let your body heal and your mind rest.”
“Not to mention my soul. It’s hurting, Monroe.”
“I know it is, but God’s mercies are new every morning. You’ll feel better after you get some sleep.”
“You re ally think I’m going to sleep when my wife’s been kidnapped?”
“What’s the first rule of war, Lieutenant?”
“Always take care of yourself.”
“Because…”
Billy Clyde sighed. “Because you can’t help anyone else, if you’re hurt or sick or tired.”
Dylan stared hard at his friend. “Sounds like good advice to me.”
“Even if I agreed with you, there’s no way I could sleep.”
Dylan nodded and stood. He walked out of the room but was back in a few minutes. He handed Billy Clyde the bottle of painkillers. “This should help. We’ll get a fresh start in the morning.”
Billy Clyde opened the bottle and tossed two in his mouth. He swallowed them without water. “You should call your wife, Monroe. No sense in her being worried and upset.”
Dylan shook his head. “The fa rther away she is from me, the safer.”
CHAPTER 20
The screaming and pounding stopped, an uneasy silence filled the motel room. Reggie glanced over at Misty and the kids. Terror filled their faces. Pushing aside the faded flowered curtain, she peeked out.
The manager stood on the sidewalk pointing toward the restaurant where they’d eaten earlier. She caught a quick glimpse of the man she assumed was Misty’s husband as he marched toward the restaurant, his blonde pony tail bobbed behind him. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, he looked to be of average height. But even from where she stood, Reggie could see he the muscles.
His punches had to hurt.
She hurried over to Misty who was still in the bathroom. “He’s going over to the restaurant. The manager must have told him you might be there. Let’s get your stuff out of the room before he comes back.”
Misty jumped up and opened the connecting door on their side. Moments later, they rushed in the room, gathering their belongings. When they finished, they shut the adjoining doors and scurried back into Reggie’s room.
Reggie slammed the door and locked it.
Then, she s tared at it. “This isn’t right. We need your door locked from inside the room or he might figure out you’re on this side.” She held out her hand. “I need your key card.”
“This isn’t your fight.” Misty pulled out the keycard from her pocket
“Mr. Morton?”
“Yeah, like the salt. I just sort of disappear when it starts raining.”
Dylan shot an eyebrow up. “Was that your idea? I mean really I think you could have come up with a better name than that.”
His fingers paused on the keyboard and he looked up at Dylan. “Monroe, don’t start on me. I’ve had a trying day.”
“Yes, you have, and my suggestion is we both get some sleep so we can function tomorrow.”
“Not quite yet. ” Billy Clyde sighed. His fingers clicked on the keyboard. “I’m in the database. Theresa told me not to do it. She’s willing to die rather than betray her country or her principles.”
Dylan already knew the answer but he asked the question anyway. “So, are you going to do what she wants?”
“She’s only in danger because she’s my wife. I’m not going to let something happen to her if I can prevent it.”
“Then do it. D elete the file so you can get some rest.”
“First, I’m printing a copy of the file. We can investigate the subject of the file but chances are …”
“They’ll fade into the background and start using another name.”
“Exactly.” Billy Clyde read the file. “It’s a short file. It looks as if they’re just starting to investigate. Not much here.”
Dylan watched as Billy Clyde hit some buttons. He closed his eyes for a moment and then hit the enter button. He looked up. “It’s done.”
“It’s not done— just deleted. We’ll figure this out after we get Theresa home. Now, it’s time to sleep. Let your body heal and your mind rest.”
“Not to mention my soul. It’s hurting, Monroe.”
“I know it is, but God’s mercies are new every morning. You’ll feel better after you get some sleep.”
“You re ally think I’m going to sleep when my wife’s been kidnapped?”
“What’s the first rule of war, Lieutenant?”
“Always take care of yourself.”
“Because…”
Billy Clyde sighed. “Because you can’t help anyone else, if you’re hurt or sick or tired.”
Dylan stared hard at his friend. “Sounds like good advice to me.”
“Even if I agreed with you, there’s no way I could sleep.”
Dylan nodded and stood. He walked out of the room but was back in a few minutes. He handed Billy Clyde the bottle of painkillers. “This should help. We’ll get a fresh start in the morning.”
Billy Clyde opened the bottle and tossed two in his mouth. He swallowed them without water. “You should call your wife, Monroe. No sense in her being worried and upset.”
Dylan shook his head. “The fa rther away she is from me, the safer.”
CHAPTER 20
The screaming and pounding stopped, an uneasy silence filled the motel room. Reggie glanced over at Misty and the kids. Terror filled their faces. Pushing aside the faded flowered curtain, she peeked out.
The manager stood on the sidewalk pointing toward the restaurant where they’d eaten earlier. She caught a quick glimpse of the man she assumed was Misty’s husband as he marched toward the restaurant, his blonde pony tail bobbed behind him. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, he looked to be of average height. But even from where she stood, Reggie could see he the muscles.
His punches had to hurt.
She hurried over to Misty who was still in the bathroom. “He’s going over to the restaurant. The manager must have told him you might be there. Let’s get your stuff out of the room before he comes back.”
Misty jumped up and opened the connecting door on their side. Moments later, they rushed in the room, gathering their belongings. When they finished, they shut the adjoining doors and scurried back into Reggie’s room.
Reggie slammed the door and locked it.
Then, she s tared at it. “This isn’t right. We need your door locked from inside the room or he might figure out you’re on this side.” She held out her hand. “I need your key card.”
“This isn’t your fight.” Misty pulled out the keycard from her pocket
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