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mind.”
Abby went over and stood between Tony and the doctor. She balled her fists. “What are you giving him?”
“A shot of morphine for the pain. Also a muscle relaxant so he’ll get a good night’s sleep. This way his body will heal faster.” He held up an orange bottle of pills and shook them. “These are antibiotics. I want him to take one pill twice a day to insure he does not get sick.”
Abby stepped aside and held out her hand. “If these shots are safe, you take one first.”
Mac took Abby’s arm. “We’ve checked this guy out. He’s on our side.”
“When it comes to Tony’s life , I don’t trust anyone.”
The doctor smiled. “I understand.” He took the needle , stuck it in his thigh, and pressed the plunger. “Now I’m full of morphine. Do you want me to do the same with the muscle relaxer?” He smiled. “If so, someone will have to drive me home.”
She picked up the other bottle. “No, you can give that to me , and we wait twenty minutes.”
“Abby.” Mac’s brows burrowed. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead serious.” She pointed to Tony. “As long as I’m breathing, nobody else is going to hurt him.” She looked at the doctor and held out the vile of muscle relaxer. “And that means you, Doctor.”
As the me n looked on, and Tony shook his head, still Abby removed her coat and rolled up her sleeve. The doctor filled the syringe again and injected her upper arm with the medication.
She sat in the chair and waited. Her heart beat an unusual tempo and her breathing slowed. “If I fall asleep, let him give the medicine to Tony.” She looked at A.J., her eyelids heavy. “You take two of those antibiotics.”
That was the last thing she remembered before falling asleep.
Moscow
Boris Gurov ran into the apartment he shared with two other friends. Dmitry, his partner, jumped off the couch and followed Boris into the back bedroom. “What are you doing?”
Boris pulled his small suitcase from beneath his bed. “Getting the fuck out of here. I am going to relatives in the Ukraine.”
Dmitry lifted his shoulders. “But why?”
Boris tossed clothes in the luggage. “They are on to me.”
“Who is on to you?”
“The commander, Gromyko, and that crazy man, Viktor Pertinolf.”
“How did they find out?”
“I don’t know. All I know is I must run , or they will kill me.”
Dmitry put his hand on Boris’s shoulder to hold him still. “We knew there was a chance that if you agreed to release the prisoner, your commander would have questions.”
“But we didn’t know Pertinolf was involved. That crazy bastard enjoys killing.”
“Viktor is the least of our problems. Did you forget he has no power since the SVR took over the KGB? He’s old and useless.” Dmitry patted him on the cheek and smiled. “Settle down.”
Boris stepped out of his lover’s grasp and sat on the bed. Not knowing what to do, he held his head in his hands. “I’m scared.”
Dmitry knelt in front of him and lifted his chin until they stared into each other’s eyes. “We will get through this together. And when it all dies down, we have enough money stashed away to open our own business.”
Boris tried to smile, but guilt made it impossible. He’d been so easily swayed. “It is our dream. Isn’t it?”
Dmitry squeezed his hands. “The only one we’ve ever had.”
Boris shoved his suitcase away. “Then I guess I need to stick it out.”
“Believe me, Boris. We can do this.”
He looked into his friend’s eyes filled with hope and batted back tears. They couldn’t afford to make a mistake at this point. “We have the money well hidden. No one knows but us.” Boris stood and put his arm around Dmitry. “It will all work out. I promise.”
Damascus
Joe Mitchell sat in the dark corner of the basement and prayed help would come before something terrible happened. He’d been kidnapped at the Cairo airport weeks ago. While the men had treated him
Abby went over and stood between Tony and the doctor. She balled her fists. “What are you giving him?”
“A shot of morphine for the pain. Also a muscle relaxant so he’ll get a good night’s sleep. This way his body will heal faster.” He held up an orange bottle of pills and shook them. “These are antibiotics. I want him to take one pill twice a day to insure he does not get sick.”
Abby stepped aside and held out her hand. “If these shots are safe, you take one first.”
Mac took Abby’s arm. “We’ve checked this guy out. He’s on our side.”
“When it comes to Tony’s life , I don’t trust anyone.”
The doctor smiled. “I understand.” He took the needle , stuck it in his thigh, and pressed the plunger. “Now I’m full of morphine. Do you want me to do the same with the muscle relaxer?” He smiled. “If so, someone will have to drive me home.”
She picked up the other bottle. “No, you can give that to me , and we wait twenty minutes.”
“Abby.” Mac’s brows burrowed. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m dead serious.” She pointed to Tony. “As long as I’m breathing, nobody else is going to hurt him.” She looked at the doctor and held out the vile of muscle relaxer. “And that means you, Doctor.”
As the me n looked on, and Tony shook his head, still Abby removed her coat and rolled up her sleeve. The doctor filled the syringe again and injected her upper arm with the medication.
She sat in the chair and waited. Her heart beat an unusual tempo and her breathing slowed. “If I fall asleep, let him give the medicine to Tony.” She looked at A.J., her eyelids heavy. “You take two of those antibiotics.”
That was the last thing she remembered before falling asleep.
Moscow
Boris Gurov ran into the apartment he shared with two other friends. Dmitry, his partner, jumped off the couch and followed Boris into the back bedroom. “What are you doing?”
Boris pulled his small suitcase from beneath his bed. “Getting the fuck out of here. I am going to relatives in the Ukraine.”
Dmitry lifted his shoulders. “But why?”
Boris tossed clothes in the luggage. “They are on to me.”
“Who is on to you?”
“The commander, Gromyko, and that crazy man, Viktor Pertinolf.”
“How did they find out?”
“I don’t know. All I know is I must run , or they will kill me.”
Dmitry put his hand on Boris’s shoulder to hold him still. “We knew there was a chance that if you agreed to release the prisoner, your commander would have questions.”
“But we didn’t know Pertinolf was involved. That crazy bastard enjoys killing.”
“Viktor is the least of our problems. Did you forget he has no power since the SVR took over the KGB? He’s old and useless.” Dmitry patted him on the cheek and smiled. “Settle down.”
Boris stepped out of his lover’s grasp and sat on the bed. Not knowing what to do, he held his head in his hands. “I’m scared.”
Dmitry knelt in front of him and lifted his chin until they stared into each other’s eyes. “We will get through this together. And when it all dies down, we have enough money stashed away to open our own business.”
Boris tried to smile, but guilt made it impossible. He’d been so easily swayed. “It is our dream. Isn’t it?”
Dmitry squeezed his hands. “The only one we’ve ever had.”
Boris shoved his suitcase away. “Then I guess I need to stick it out.”
“Believe me, Boris. We can do this.”
He looked into his friend’s eyes filled with hope and batted back tears. They couldn’t afford to make a mistake at this point. “We have the money well hidden. No one knows but us.” Boris stood and put his arm around Dmitry. “It will all work out. I promise.”
Damascus
Joe Mitchell sat in the dark corner of the basement and prayed help would come before something terrible happened. He’d been kidnapped at the Cairo airport weeks ago. While the men had treated him
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