operating table. And once right here in this bed. She’d actually flatlined while he was holding her hand. The Code Blue was sent out and the crash team hurtled in and did their magic, pulling her back from the grave while Sean had watched helplessly from the doorway.
The doctor told Sean, “That knife did a lot of damage. She almost bled out. But she’s young and in incredible physical shape, otherwise she never would have made it this far.”
“Will that be enough?” he’d asked. “To bring her all the way back?”
“We can only hope,” the surgeon had said. “But frankly one more episode like that and we’ll be hard-pressed to hold her.”
And with that comment most of Sean’s hope had evaporated.
He lifted his head when he heard them come in.
Kelly Paul was with her brother.
Edgar Roy’s face still carried the wounds from his encounter with Megan Riley, or whatever her real name was. She was dead, that was all Sean cared about.
Paul drew close and stared at Michelle before touching Sean on the shoulder. “I’m sorry. It should never have happened.”
“Things happen,” said Sean in a low voice. “They happen all the time. Shitty things, to people trying to do the right thing.” He eyed her brother. “And she wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. I owe you everything, Edgar, I really do.”
“I owe the same to you, Mr. King,” Roy said quietly.
Paul asked, “How is she doing?”
“Day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute. They can’t tell me if she’ll ever wake up. But I’ll be here when she does.”
He straightened and turned to look at her. “Quantrell and Foster?”
“Taking turns selling each other out. Even if the prosecutors didn’t have enough evidence before, they do now.”
“Where’d they get the six bodies to plant in the barn?”
“From all over. People they knew were totally off the grid.”
Paul leaned forward and took Sean’s hand. “It was my mission to bring these people down, not hers. I accomplished the mission but I failed her. I failed both of you.”
“I came here to basically say the same thing.”
They all turned to find James Harkes in the doorway. He wore his black suit, white shirt, and black tie. His body was rigid, his features just as tight as his body. He moved forward to join them. He looked down at Michelle and then quickly glanced away.
“I thought we had every base covered,” he said apologetically. “But we didn’t.”
Paul added, “Her real name wasn’t Megan Riley, of course. It’s not important who she was. She was Foster’s fail-safe, one that nobody else knew about.”
“Was she even a lawyer?” asked Sean.
“Yes, among many other things. That’s why she was selected by Foster to work with Bergin.”
“And she killed him?”
“Undoubtedly. We always thought it was someone he knew or else he wouldn’t have pulled off the road like that. We knew there had been a phone call from Riley to Bergin that day. We just assumed she was in Virginia. How she explained to him her coming to Maine I don’t know.”
“So she took out Bergin so she could be lead counsel and spy on us?” Sean said.
“Right,” said Harkes. “And she killed Dukes because they couldn’t trust her to go along with the extraction scheme.”
“And of course she shot Eric Dobkin. That way she could be brought back in later as a Trojan horse. And it worked,” Paul added ruefully.
“I had a gut feeling that Foster wasn’t telling me everything,” admitted Harkes. “She said Riley was her ace in the hole. I thought she meant as an innocent hostage. She obviously wasn’t innocent or a hostage. Foster really outflanked me on that one.” He grimaced and shook his head.
“Don’t beat yourself up over it, Harkes,” said Sean. “You did a good job. No, you did a great job.”
“Frankly, it wasn’t good enough.” He paused and looked around the room. “Uncle Sam is footing the bill for all of this. She’ll get the best care in the world, Sean. And from what I’ve seen of the lady she’ll be up and kicking in doors before we know it.”
“Thanks for saying that,” said Sean.
Harkes slipped something from his pocket. “This is for you. For both of you.” He handed the envelope to Sean.
“What is it?”
“Peter Bunting and Uncle Sam felt strongly that a reward was in order for both of you. They contributed equally to the amount on that wire transfer receipt. The funds are already in your accounts.”
“But we were just doing our job.”
“No, actually, you two did a lot of our job,” said Paul.
Harkes explained. “We knew something was off about the E-Program after a guy named Sohan Sharma failed the Wall and ended up dead. At first we suspected Bunting, but when we started digging deeper, things got a lot more complicated. When the bodies showed up at Eddie’s house we called in Kelly. We knew she’d have every incentive to clear her brother’s name and get to the truth. But we would never have gotten there without your help. And that’s the God’s honest truth.”
When Sean saw the dollar amount on the slip of paper he gasped. He looked up at Harkes in disbelief. “This is way too much, Harkes.”
The man shot another glance at Michelle in the bed. “No, Sean, it’s not nearly enough.”
“I’d like some of this to go to Eric Dobkin’s widow,” said Sean.
“You can do whatever you want with it,” said Harkes. “You earned it.”
After the three of them left Sean continued to sit by the bed. He planned to sit here until Michelle woke up or… Well, whatever happened, he would be there.
He gazed around the room. They’d been through so much together. A maniac from his past who had blown up his house. A serial killer that had very nearly finished them both off. A CIA rogue agent who thought torturing fellow Americans was an entirely legitimate exercise. And political leaders who thought they were above the law. During these times the only person he had really counted on was Michelle. She had saved him countless times. She had always been there for him. Their bond was like a million diamonds strung together and then sheathed in titanium, nothing stronger.
He sat back and listened to the machines keeping Michelle alive. She was young. She was strong. She had survived so much. She shouldn’t lose her life because a traitor had literally stabbed her in the back. She just shouldn’t.
He put his head on the cool bed rail and gripped her fingers with his. He would stay here until one of them stopped breathing.
I hope it’s me.
Night turned to day. And day turned to night.
And Michelle still lay there.
And Sean still sat there.
The machines made their funny little noises.
Sean waited for a miracle.
The nurses and doctors came and went. They would look at him, smile, say some encouraging words, check Michelle’s vitals and charts, and then scurry away.
Yet he knew that each day she didn’t wake up lessened her chances of ever waking up at all.
Fluids pumped in and fluids pumped out.
The clock ticked.
The machines hummed and hissed.
The doctors and nurses came and went.
Sean sat. His fingers intertwined with hers.
He had imagined her suddenly rising up from the bed and smiling at him. Or him coming back from the bathroom to find her sitting in a chair reading a book. Or more likely, knowing her, performing push-ups and eating power bars and sucking down G2 by the quart. Occasionally he would dream that he would find her bed empty because she had passed, but he had mostly willed that thought away.
He lifted his head and looked at her. He blinked to clear his eyes.
He looked down at her hand. He looked at his. He shook his head and laid it back down on the rail.
That was the only reason he didn’t see Michelle open her eyes.
“Sean?” she said in a voice that was crusty and weak from long disuse.
He lifted his head once more. His gaze met hers.
The tears came.
From both of them.
“I’m here, Michelle. I’m right here.”
He had his miracle.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To Michelle, Novel # 21, ready, load, launch! We did it again.
To Mitch Hoffman, my “Sixth Man.”
To Emi Battaglia, Jennifer Romanello, Tom Maciag, Martha Otis, Chris Barba, Karen Torres, Anthony Goff, Kim Hoffman, Bob Castillo, Michele McGonigle, and all at Grand Central Publishing, who support me in every way.
To Aaron and Arleen Priest, Lucy Childs Baker, Lisa Erbach Vance, Nicole James, Frances Jalet-Miller, and John Richmond, for helping with everything from A to Z.
To Maja Thomas, for realizing long ago that ebooks are definitely for real.
To Maria Rejt, Trisha Jackson, and Katie James at Pan Macmillan, for helping me to roll in the UK.
To Steven Maat at Bruna for taking me to the top in Holland.
To Grace McQuade and Lynn Goldberg, for superb publicity.
To Bob Schule, for your eagle eye.
To Kelly Paul, I made your character really tall, which you’re not, and also really smart and cool, which you definitely are.
To Eric Dobkin and Brandon Murdock, I hope you enjoy your namesakes’ roles, and the various charities certainly benefited.
To the Harkes Family, for the use of your name and for being great friends.
To Lynette and Natasha, and you know why.
And a special thanks and welcome to Kristen White, as the newest member of the team.
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