Kilkenny had learned to use all his senses to protect himself, and those instincts were warning him that something was amiss. He slowly panned the room to see if he could detect whatever was triggering his defenses.
‘I’m in the back corner,’ a familiar voice called out. It was Cal Mosley of the CIA. ‘Is the nurse back at her station?’
‘Yeah, she’s gone.’
‘Good, then turn on some lights in here so we can see each other. I gave up this skulking-around-in-thedark shit years ago. Sorry if I startled you, but it is after normal visiting hours. I got here as soon as I could. How are you feeling?’
Kilkenny eased himself into his hospital bed and flipped on the reading light. ‘I’ve been better.’
‘I don’t doubt that.’ Mosley looked Kilkenny square in the eyes. ‘I was quite relieved to hear that you and Ms Newton survived. This business of ours is getting ugly, which is why I’m here in the middle of the night arranging security for you and the professor. Your “accident” was anything but. You were set up. The state police ran the shooter’s fingerprints against the FBI database and they found a match. The guy you took out was a high-priced hit man, the kind crime bosses like to use when they want a neat job with no questions.’
‘Somebody paid to have Kelsey and me killed?’
‘Looks that way. The FBI is assisting the state police regarding your accident and we consider it officially part of our investigation. We’ve found the getaway van near the airport, completely burned out. Not much left of the two guys who were in it, either. The van was stolen, of course, but we’ve got a few other leads to follow up on. We’re getting warm, Nolan-I can feel it. I’m just sorry you and Kelsey had to prove our theories the hard way.’
Kilkenny took in everything Mosley was telling him. It bothered him to know that there were people willing to kill to prevent the loss of the Spyder. ‘Is your director’s meeting still on for Wednesday?’
‘If you’re up to it, but don’t push yourself.’ Mosley handed Nolan a business card. ‘Here’s my number while I’m in town. If you need anything, just call. Take it easy, Nolan. I’ll be in touch.’
38
Throbbing knots of pain that seemed to fill every muscle in his body roused Kilkenny from a restless sleep. It was early in the evening, about half past six. A nurse, noticing that he was awake, took his vitals and changed his dressings. Once cleaned up and fed, he picked up the bedside call button and rang the nurses’ station.
‘Mr Kilkenny, how can I help you?’ asked a petite young nurse, who didn’t look old enough to be out of high school, as she entered his room.
‘You can start by calling me Nolan. My father is Mr Kilkenny, and I’m not old enough to deserve such formality.’
‘All right, Nolan. ’ She giggled. ‘What do you need?’
‘I’d like to see Kelsey Newton. Is she up for visitors?’
‘I’ll go find out.’
The nurse returned a few minutes later and parked a wheelchair beside Kilkenny’s bed.
‘I take it that permission has been granted?’
The nurse laughed at her eager passenger as he sat in the chair. ‘Her exact words were, “Get that lousy driver over here so I can give him a piece of my mind.”’
Nolan ran his hand across the stubble on his chin. ‘Maybe I ought to rethink this…’
‘It’s too late to back out now. Her parents just left for dinner and you’re next in line.’The nurse spun the wheelchair around and whisked Kilkenny down the corridor.
When Nolan had last visited her, Kelsey had been in the Intensive Care Unit following her surgery. Her condition had improved enough to warrant a transfer to a private bed in the step-down unit. The nurse rolled Nolan into Kelsey’s room and parked him beside her bed. Kelsey smiled as he arrived and held out her hand.
‘Hey, gorgeous,’Nolan said as he cupped her soft hand in his and gently kissed it, ‘how are you feeling?’
Kelsey’s eyes stayed locked with his. ‘Not so good, but better now that you’ve come down to see me.’
Nolan stroked her hand gently, almost unconsciously. ‘They couldn’t keep me away.’
‘So I heard. One of the nurses told me about your visit last night. I thought I’d dreamt it, but I’m glad you came.’
Nolan couldn’t hold the smile any longer. He still felt responsible for her injuries. ‘Kelsey, I’m sorry about this.’
‘I don’t blame you for the accident. It wasn’t your fault. You were doing fine until that jerk rear-ended us. It was just an accident, one of those things.’
‘No, it wasn’t,’ Nolan admitted quietly.
Kelsey just stared at him as he softly explained what had happened after she was knocked out, and as he related his conversation the previous night with Mosley. She could find no words to express what she was feeling. A random accident was tough enough to understand, but premeditated murder was unimaginable.
They’d had long talks like this before, after missions when he’d been forced to kill, when he needed someone to help sort it all out. When those conversations turned too morose, she always found humor to be a good way to get Nolan to snap back.
‘I should have known you couldn’t keep out of trouble after you left the navy,’ Kelsey said, shaking her finger at him. ‘Next time you decide to be heroic, let me know so I won’t get in the car with you.’
Nolan just looked blankly at her for a moment, then smiled. ‘If I start looking heroic again, let me know.’ Nolan paused; his smile was suddenly replaced by a look of panic. ‘Oh no!’
‘What’s the matter?’ she asked, fearing something terrible.
‘My car! I forgot all about it.’Nolan grabbed the phone and dialed the number Mosley had given him.
‘I don’t believe you!’ If she’d had the strength, she would have hit him. ‘We barely survived that crash, and you’re worried about your damn car!’
‘I don’t love my Mustang nearly as much as I love you, but that’s not what I’m thinking about.’
Kelsey studied Nolan as he dialed, her hopes balanced less on what he was thinking and more on how he was apparently feeling toward her.
The phone rang several times before the line clicked, forwarding the call to another number.
‘This is Cal Mosley.’
‘Cal, it’s Nolan Kilkenny. Do you know if they recovered my gear from the car?’
‘I’m not sure. Why?’ Mosley then picked up on Kilkenny’s train of thought. ‘That’s right, the Spyder bypass. I’ll check with the police post in Jackson. The car’s still on their lot. Whatever you left in the car will be in your father’s office by morning.’
‘Thanks, Cal.’ Nolan’s gaze didn’t leave Kelsey, who looked a little embarrassed for her assumption. ‘The sooner we get that bypass in, the sooner we nail the bastards responsible for this.’
‘Sounds like you’ve got a reason to live. That’s a very healthy sign, Kilkenny. I think you’ll pull through. By the way, my boss sends his best wishes to you and the professor for a speedy recovery and says he hopes that you’ll be in attendance on Wednesday.’
‘Barring armed guards at my door, I’ll be there.’Nolan sounded like a man committed to a goal.
‘Great, I’ll call you tomorrow with the flight information.’ Mosley hung up and Nolan cradled the receiver.
‘Excuse me,’ the nurse who had caught Nolan the night before sternly announced from the doorway, ‘but this patient is on restricted visiting hours. I’m afraid that she’s done for the day. Please say your good-byes.’
Nolan started to turn his wheelchair when Kelsey shook her head. ‘Nurse, I’d like another few minutes.’
The nurse checked her watch and nodded. ‘Very well, you have two minutes and not a second more. I’ll be back to escort Mr Kilkenny to his room.’
‘Nolan,’ Kelsey asked, her voice low and uncertain, ‘did you mean it?’
‘Mean what?’ He felt like an idiot for not knowing what she was talking about.
‘When you said that you loved me? I’ve never heard you say it before, not like that.’
‘I’ve always loved you. The worst part of our accident was seeing you lying there and fearing that you were dead.’
Kelsey held out her hand, which Nolan grasped tightly. Tears glistened in both their eyes. ‘The doctors say I
