Semua Bab Solid Muscle (Unseen Enemy 5): Bab 21 - Bab 30

Sully glanced at the clock on the common area wall. It was going on eight o’clock now, and he knew that the nurse would be around soon with the medication. He knew the nursing home routines like the back of his hand.“Hunter?”“Yeah, Dad?”“You leave tomorrow or the day after?”Sully had given this information six times already, but he didn’t act like it. “Day after. Me and Cordelia drive to Kansas bright and early, and we’ll have a few days to settle before we have to get to work for real.”“Ah.” Richard Sullivan’s dark eyes were puzzled. “And who’s Cordelia?”“A woman I work with,” Sully said for about the twentieth time. “She’s going to be an amazing profiler one day.”Richard’s face lit up at that: he’d been a psychologist for the FBI for twenty years, and any talk of profiling perked him up every time. “Smart girl.”“She is. Damn smart.”“Are you dating her?”Sully paused. “No.”“Because?”“Because… we work together.”Richard snorted and displayed an unusual – though badly-timed,

Olivia Jameson poured four cups of coffee and handed them over to her friends one by one, watched them prepare their coffees in their own unique ways.Beth drank hers black with three scoops of sugar, so it was a weird combination of hardcore and sweet as hell. Just like her, with all of her sharp edges and her good heart; with her dark secrets and shining belief in her new life.Jennifer Sawyer drank hers with skim milk and sweetener, since she was amazingly self-conscious about her weight. Despite the fact that Chris Brooker, her boyfriend, adored every lush curve, Jenny had the occasional crisis of confidence and moaned about the hazards of being a chef: she loved having her own restaurant, loved cooking, but she did tend to nibble on the job.Emma Cartwright drank hers with skim milk and real sugar, since she was seven weeks pregnant and her doctor had told her to avoid the chemicals in sweetener. Emma was down to one cup of coffee a day and she’d told the girls that she was deter

The next morning, Cordelia stood in the shower, trying to adjust to her new reality: she was Millie Baker, she was in Lawrence, Kansas, she had a closet-full of clothes and shoes and accessories that cost way more than a year of her salary, she was in her gigantic ensuite bathroom… and in two days, she was meeting someone who sold kidnapped babies.My life is very, very weird right now.She sighed and turned off the shower, stepped out and wrapped herself in a massive fluffy towel. She’d only ever seen towels like this in movies. The property rental agency hadn’t stinted on anything for its temporary renters, she’d been both impressed and a bit overwhelmed to see when she and Hunter – no, Garrett – had arrived late the night before. The house was huge, more of a mansion, really, and when they had pulled up, she’d stared at it, astounded that she’d be staying here even for a little while.They’d stopped at a restaurant about an hour outside of Lawrence, and they’d gotten changed in the

Five hours later, the doorbell went. Cordelia and Sully stared at each other, a bit startled.“Dallas?” she asked.“No way.” Sully checked his gun, tucked it into the waistband of his jeans. “He said no direct contact and anyway, if something was wrong, he’d have called. You get your gun, and stay here until I call you. You hear me?”She nodded and took the gun from her wildly-expensive designer purse. “Got it.”Sully went to the front door slowly, trying to see through the stained glass window. He squinted, saw what looked like blonde hair. Suddenly, he had a strong intuition who was standing on the step, and he sighed a bit.He braced himself, swung the door open and sure enough, there stood three women. They ranged in age from maybe twenty-five to about forty, he figured, and they all held plates or bowls in their manicured hands. Their eyes lit up when they saw him, and he took a step back in self-defense. He was a man who could take down a twisted stalker, but he was not even rem

The next day at six minutes before noon, Sully pulled up to the office building. He parked right in front – in case we need to make a fast getaway – and turned off the engine. He looked over at Cordelia.“You doing alright?” he said.She met his eyes and stayed silent. She looked scared to death and for the hundredth time, he was reminded that she was, for all intents and purposes, an untrained civilian who was walking into some pretty major criminal activity. God only knows what was waiting for them in that building.“Listen.” He spoke quietly but with intensity. “It’s OK to be nervous and frightened, and it’s totally OK to show that.”“It is?” she choked out.“It is. Millie Baker is a law-abiding woman, right? She does charity work, and she loves cooking for her friends and family. She’s educated and happily married – and she’s been trying to have a baby for twelve years.”Cordelia nodded.“For years, she’s watched her girlfriends get pregnant and have babies, she’s watched her neig