“Oh, gross,” Heather whispered. “Good thing she’s asleep. She’d probably whack him.”
“If he goes on with that, I’ll have to stop him. It’s totally inappropriate,” Mike said angrily, as they watched Omar partially turn Michelle over so he could sweep his hands under her.
Heather shook her head and whispered to Mike, “We don’t want a confrontation if we can avoid it. He’s too powerful. And I don’t think he wants to hurt Michelle. What he’s done is so inappropriate, anyway; abducting her to a foreign country and stealing body parts. This is just a continuation of his nastiness
“Now what’s he doing?” Mike said as they watched Omar feel around through Michelle’s long black hair, holding her head up to paw in the back of her hair.
Next, he held onto her cheekbones with one hand and pulled her jaw down with the other. Omar put a finger in Michelle’s mouth, probed around, and even lifted her tongue. When he finished with her mouth, he closed her jaw again. He put a finger in one ear, and then the other.
“Maybe we should intervene,” Heather said softly, her eyes wide. “This is getting weird. And Michelle should have awakened with all he’s done. I’m really worried for her. She must be deeply sedated. Good thing Rod isn’t here. He’d be furious, go over there to beat Omar up, and get himself hurt or killed.”
“Omar’s that dangerous?” Mike asked.
“Oh, yeah. He tried to kill Rod once. Kicked him right in the head. Luckily, Michelle was there. She stopped him.”
Mike slowly stood up so he was standing right in front of the viewing window. Heather watched him, alarmed, and then grabbed hold of his sleeve, trying to pull him down.
She hissed, “What are you doing?”
If Omar turned around Mike would be totally revealed.
“I am so stupid,” Mike said. He moved slowly, as though any sudden movement would alert Omar, taking his cell phone out of his pocket.
“Yeah, you are, if you don’t get the fuck back down here,” Heather whispered urgently.
Heather watched as Mike took several pictures of Omar and Michelle together in that hospital room. Mike couldn’t get a frontal picture of Omar, but he dodged around the window and did get a few side views, Heather thought. Since the camera was pointed toward a lighted area there wasn’t any flash.
Mike lowered himself with infinite care until his eyes were just peeking above the viewing window again.
“We should have thought of it before,” Heather said. “We can send the pictures you took of that guy posing in Omar’s apartment, too. And I know just who to send them to.”
“Yeah?”
Now Omar was crawling around on the floor, sweeping his hands as though he would finally find what he was looking for.
Heather said, “There was a policeman who went to interview Michelle the morning after Wendy fell from Omar’s apartment. It was early morning. I went over to Michelle’s for coffee and to tell her about you, and our date, and about Wendy falling from Omar’s apartment. You were still asleep in my apartment that morning.”
Mike looked at her and shook his head. “Great bodyguard I am, staying the night to keep you safe. I didn’t even know you’d left.”
“The police officer had just gone to Michelle’s apartment to find out if she had heard anything during the night when I arrived, and Michelle invited us both in for coffee. I know he’ll remember Michelle. She told him about seeing Wendy the night before, when she went to return the diamond Omar gave her. In fact, he told us that Michelle was probably one of the last people to see Wendy alive. I’m trying to remember that policeman’s name...”
They were silent as they watched Omar stand up and walk around the bed, thoughtfully. He pulled up the mattress, feeling underneath it. Finally, giving a deep sigh, he appeared totally frustrated as he left the room, not bothering to turn off the light.
They both ducked down out of sight, until they thought he must be gone, and then lifted their heads up again, slowly.
Shocked, they ducked down again. Too late!
Omar was standing in front of the viewing window looking directly down at them both, huddled together on the floor. His smile was awful to see; cruel, malevolent, almost a snarl. But it was his eyes, those mesmerizing eyes, that caused terror in Heather’s heart. They were changing color, almost as though they were beaming a force down upon her. His dark eyes were becoming lighter, quickly, until they were a brilliant yellow, with an infinitely evil black dot in the center that seemed to be sucking up all her energy.
Heather heard a little sound, like a tiny mouse squeal, and then realized, shocked, that she had made the small cry. She tried to look away from Omar’s eyes, tried to hide from the scary vision she was having, but she was caught. Until she fell to the floor, unconscious.
She didn’t hear the thump as Mike also collapsed down on the floor.
Chapter 24
“I’m not getting any answer,” Rod said, worried. He was sprawled out in the front seat because of his long legs, beside Sammy, who was driving back to the hospital. Vincent was in the back seat.
They had deposited the package of Michelle’s eggs in the freezer compartment of the mini-frig in Rod’s hotel room. Then began the long drive back to the hospital.
“Try Mike’s cell,” Vincent said from the back seat.
“I already did,” Rod answered. He turned to Sammy. “Can’t we go any faster?”
Sammy glanced sideways at Rod, “I’m way above the speed limit right now. Keep an eye out for police cars.”
“We’re almost there,” Vincent said. “We should take the same route Mike told us about; through the main hospital into the lab, and then over the bridge to the fertility clinic, where Michelle is.”
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