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CSMC --ch 56 the infamous connector chapter.
|Date:|| Tue, 15-Jan-2013 8:28:04 PM PST |
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Yuri brings his phone out of his pocket. “What do you have for me?”
“Quite a bit actually. Can you get somewhere quiet?” A feminine voice asks in Russian.
“Gimme a sec.” Yuri looks around and grimaces. He knows he’ll be able to find MacKenzie again but letting his prey out of sight doesn’t seem right. But Baby wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important. “Watch him.” He tells Grant.
“You’re taking a call on a stakeout?” Grant shakes his head but then nods. “I got it.”
Yuri gets to his feet and moves to a quieter hallway. “This is about as quiet as it gets.”
“John MacKenzie is the grandson of Margaret Fordham—Harvard alum-- manufacturing, Son of Gretal Leasing—European money who married John Fordham MacKenzie— Colorado School of Mines followed with an MBA from…”
“Let me guess—Harvard.”
“Yep. Parents were married for about three years and then divorced—ugly details of who is screwing who and with what all over the tabloids. John MacKenzie spent a lot of time at Grandma’s house until she died and then he was put in boarding school. John Fordham MacKenzie spent a lot of time with girls who I went to school with.”
“Really.” Yuri is aware of the finishing school in Switzerland that Baby had attended that catered to the elite… not just the wives and daughters but also the most exclusive of companions. “Do you have a connection there?”
“Maybe. I think that is where we’ll be able to contact him. Mouse is working on getting his private number but if he is with Beverly that will be an easier number to access.”
“But you don’t have that information yet.” Yuri is starting to get a bad feeling. Normally Baby would have called him when she had the scion of the MacKenzie clan on the line to make negotiations easier with this pup. “There is something else…”
“John Fordham MacKenzie has not just be keeping companions but getting married… repeatedly over the years. He’s actually been married more often than my dad and that’s saying something. One of his exs…”
“Da?!” Yuri says impatiently.
“Is Tasha’s best friend. They weren’t married long. I didn’t recognize MacKenzie’s name. But Tasha did as soon as she found out who this guy’s father is.”
“Is that going to stop me from doing what needs to be done?”
There is a long pause. “No. Do what needs to be done.”
“How soon can you get me on the phone with the father?”
“I’m thinking less than half an hour.”
“I will go back and have dinner then and keep an eye on this one see who meets him. When there is an… opportunity after you confirm the contact information is valid.”
“I’ll call back as soon as we’re a go.”
“I’ll need a house near here. An apartment will do as long as it is a CSMC building.”
“You’ll have it.” Baby hangs up.
Yuri makes another phone call as he walks back to the table. “Margo.”
“Oppa! Maeve said you were on business in Boston.” And had seemed stressed out but Margo wasn’t going to mention that when there is nothing that Yuri can do about it.
“I am. I am on job. I need bait for trap. Did any of the girls move to Boston after Atlanta?” Yuri is taking the seat at the table next to Grant. Grant hears the question.
“Marisa. I have her phone number. Gimme a sec I need to check my phone.” Margo is quickly back with the phone number.
“Go easy on Maeve while I’m gone. She do her job and mine too. If there is noise, don’t handle alone but get Adam involved, Da?”
“Gretchen is working but Ronnie and I are already planning on taking her and the boys dinner tonight, Oppa. We’ll take care of her and the kids.”
“Hopefully this will be short trip.” Yuri says his goodbyes and then as he is making the next call.
“Bait for a trap?”
“We take him out of here and you will not have career. He follows his dick out of here… then it is on him.”
“You going to drug him?” Grant has already heard that is part of the CSMC playbook from FBI contacts.
“No. I need him awake at least at first. If he does not gimme the information we need then may have to apply hypnotics. Marisa! What are you thinking moving to Boston from Atlanta. If you want cold you should have come to me.”
“Oppa!” Grant can hear the answer from where he is sitting.
“I am in Boston on business and I need your help cutting one from the herd.”
“Is this about Twink?”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“You don’t know where I am.”
“Tell me and I’ll still be there in ten minutes. What color shirt is he wearing?”
“Rugby shirt—striped dark green and the navy blue. Rich boy who spends time in weight room.” Yuri continues on with the address of the bar. Marisa quickly says bye and hangs up. The waitress comes by. Yuri flags her down. “We will eat.”
Mona and Bruno are keeping an eye on the online monitor that is tracking their flight from LA to their destination in Boston. They are about an hour out from landing. They’ve been studiously pretending that they aren’t watching the monitor that they are working on their laptops or reading magazines but as they get closer it is harder to do anything but watch the monitor and count down the minutes.
“You think it’s too early to call Mouse and tell him we’ll be touching down in an hour?” Mona asks Bruno.
“Been wanting to do that for as long as we’ve been in the air.” Bruno grabs the handset on the end table of the private jet. This is Dillon Quartermaine’s plane and the number one preset is OnePhoneCall, the second is Brittany. Dillon doesn’t need a preset for his assistant, Friday, because she is right there with him on most things. Bruno works his way through the presets and then asks without preamble, “Any word?”
“It’s getting interesting. The FBI has taken over the official investigation with Green being in charge of that, kind of a relief it means they won’t be in our way. Ellis is on a rather spontaneous leave and working with Yuri. And last we heard Lydia and AJ are 13 hours from landing.”
“Ellis is working with Yuri?” Bruno repeats.
“You think that’s a bad idea?” Mouse asks.
“It’s a wildcard. I can tell you he’s competent with a firearm, Twink trusts him and he trusts her. Dillon told him if there ever came a time when he didn’t feel like the government was in Twink’s best interests then he should call OnePhoneCall. Sounds like that is what is going on. I heard that Narin ripped him a new on in Chicago though. Didn’t like the way that Ellis was watching her out in California.”
“Narin called him when he went down.” Mouse plays devil advocate.
“Three bullets. We’re going to have to ask Narin if that was what he intended. It could have been. How many people really know all about Twink? Even most of the people in CSMC just think of her at the mad genius. Grant knows about the gym, he knows about that twist brain of hers, and if the stories are true about what happened in Boston when Twink was in custody… he’s seen our girl seriously pissed. Love that kid, and I can’t believe I’m saying it but I’m glad that Ellis is with Yuri. Yuri may know how the kidnappers are going to react but Ellis knows how Twink is going to react.”
“And if you’re wrong?”
“Then I’ll take him fishing myself. Never fished the North Atlantic; I hear it can be kind of wild. But first we get Twink back.”
“Tori will be waiting at the airport in an hour.”
The girl entering the bar is going to be carded for sure. Yuri glances over his shoulder having felt the breeze of the door opening than down at his watch. It has only been fifteen minutes. Ten had been unrealistic but 15 is still amazing.
“Is that who you were waiting for?”
“Da. Now you will see why it’s good to work for women. Her name is Marisa and she can do things that will have a man drooling and handing over their wallets.”
Grant eyes the girl. She is dressed for the weather in heeled boots that come up to just below the knee over tights. She takes off her coat and hangs it over one arm as she pauses inside the door to survey the scene inside the bar. Taking off her coat has revealed a finely knit long sweater that clings to her lean athletic curves. Yuri had told the girl green and blue for the rugby shirt that MacKenzie is wearing. The long sweater is a forest green that hits her at mid-thigh and she wearing a scarf knotted at her throat that is a green and blue check. Something that coordinates but isn’t matchy match. It’s enough to draw MacKenzie’s eye but not enough to scream the set up that it is. The girl goes over to the bar and pulls up a bar stool and orders a drink, having to show her ID first. The first guy goes over to hit on her before she’s barely had a chance to have the drink delivered.
“No, thanks. I already have this one, and I’m waiting for a friend.” Marisa blows him off with a smile and turning away she looks up at the monitors watching the game.
Yuri catches her clue and picking up his phone makes a quick call to Marisa’s line. “You look gorgeous.”
“Where are you? You’re the one who invited me out. Don’t tell me you’re cancelling on me now.”
“He’s got his eye on you.”
Marissa sighs heavily and flips her hair back. “But I’m here now, I’ve already ordered a drink. Do not think I’m going to forget this. Oh and lose my number.” Marisa hangs up. She looks over at the bartender. “I’m going to need a menu. No use in waiting longer.” Marisa puts her order in with the bartender and keeps her eye on the match overhead. She already knows which team she’s supposed to be rooting for by the colors. About the same time as her food is delivered, John MacKenzie has come up to the bar and stands next to her, to put in the order for another round for the table he is at.
Yuri smirks. Maybe that might have worked if Marisa had been what she appears to be.
“I haven’t seen you in here before.” MacKenzie opens with and then winces. “Sorry that sounded like a line but I’m a regular here because of…” He looks up at the monitor and nods in that direction.
“I just transferred here for work a few months ago from Atlanta. I can’t believe I picked Boston over Miami. It’s a good thing I like sweaters.”
MacKenzie looks her over. “Sweaters are good.”
Marisa gives him an equally assessing look. “So are rugby shirts.”
MacKenzie pulls up a stool next to her.
“Aren’t you going back to your friends?” Marisa takes a french fry and tips it into the pool of catsup she has on the edge of her plate and then takes a bite.
“As long as I keep buying the rounds they won’t care where I’m sitting.”
The Bartender has overheard what MacKenzie said and delivers his drink to the man at the bar then delivers the rest to the thirsty table.
“I don’t want to rush things.” Grant begins.
Yuri knows he means just the opposite and picks up his phone again. He rings Marisa again. This time he knows he might be overheard so he plays it more for the possible audience. “You told me to lose your number, but don’t you think we should hook up, gorgeous. I know you have needs. I can be at your place in twenty minutes.”
“You show up at my place and I’ll call the cops. I’d rather take care of myself than touch a ten foot pole.”
“Now you’re just being mean. I’ll be seeing you soon.” Yuri hangs up the phone.
“That son of a bitch.” Marisa mutters.
“Never date a guy you met at work. It’s not a problem. He knows where I live and I was dumb enough to go out with him once but there was no way I was going back to his place. That’s just too risky.” Marisa shrugs. “I’ve got the Louisville slugger my dad gave me when I moved out and some pepper spray. It won’t be a problem. He’ll show up tonight. I’ll tell him in person what I’ve already told him over the phone. And if he doesn’t hear it then…” Marisa shrugs again. “Then he’ll need a good orthopedist.”
“If you don’t live far I can always take you home. Make sure he isn’t waiting and that you have that slugger cocked and ready to go.”
Marisa looks at him consideringly. “You serious? ‘Cause If you’re serious; I’ll buy you dinner. I came out for this joker and have to work the early shift tomorrow. I really don’t want a scene at home.”
“You live nearby?”
MacKenzie gets comfortable on the stool.
The Surgeon comes out to the family room. Skye gets to her feet immediately and is Cole is right there with his hand on her back. Robert Chase also gets to his feet. He does the introductions. “Craig, this is Skye Radcliffe, my sister in law and her husband, Cole. They are friends of Narin. The girl who was kidnapped the same time as Narin was shot is their niece. Skye, Cole this is Dr Craig Holland. He’s the best trauma surgeon on staff.”
“How is he, Doctor?”
Craig looks to Robert who nods. Hipaa is going to hell on this one. These people are the only family the man had and Narin was the first to agree if it meant claiming Twink’s family as his own. “The bullets are out and that’s the good news. We’re still in wait and see mode to make sure that there is no infection or internal bleeding. He’s going to be in recovery in the ICU. It’ll be another 3-4 hours before he really comes out from under the anesthesia.”
“Because the last thing you’d want is someone waking on the table.” Cole mutters.
“Exactly.” The surgeon agrees.
“And the next 24 hours are critical.” Cole continues.
“You’re stealing all my lines.” Holland raises a brow.
“The next 24 hours aren’t just critical to Narin Somphong…” Grant’s partner stumbles while looking down at his notes.
“Just Narin.” Skye and Robert say together.
“We’ve got a girl that is under threat and Narin might be the only clue we have.”
“Then be satisfied with the bullets I pulled out of him because that’s all you’re getting here for the next three hours… minimum.” Holland declares. “And it may be a cliché but the next 24 hours are critical… Narin isn’t out of the woods yet.” He gives Robert a look and then moves off down the hallway.
Robert gives Skye a pat on the back and increases his pace to catch up with Holland. He knows his colleague is holding something back. When he’d been observing things had looked textbook… if textbook was three gunshot wounds. “What do you need?”
“His medical records…. there were clotting issues. I need to know what medications he is on, what chemo he was taking.”
“The port was a giveaway. If I wouldn’t have had him on my table he would have died.” Holland says confidently. He knows how good he is. “But when he comes back on my table I want to have more information going on.”
“Not if, when.”
“Like I said… there were clotting issues.”
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