“That should shut you the fuck up!” Sean spat at his side and rested his back against the elevator wall.
Reminiscing on the events all over again, he couldn’t help but wonder how crazy things were definitely about to get. Seeing Angelina Hammon in the picture made viewing the entire scenario pretty important.
“Shit!” he whispered as the doors chimed open and Jake’s body slumped to the ground.
Watching the bleeding man struck out cold and realizing he had to carry him made Sean curse out loud and angrily kick at the wall to his right. He bent over, looked into Jake’s face and smiled before lifting him to his shoulder and carrying him out the front door with no security in sight to accost him. Heading for his car and slumping Jake’s body in the backseat, Sean drove away immediately.
Unknown to him, Sarah stood by the window and watched his every move. She slowly lifted her phone to her ear and waited for the call she had dialed to connect. “I need you to trace a car’s plate for me”.
Chapter Fourteen
B
lurry images fizzled through his mind while he whizzed in breath and sniffed in dust at the same time. Weakened and absolutely drained of any idea as regards what was going on around him, Jake slowly felt his consciousness return in hazy images as light pierced through the darkness, he had dwelled in for quite some time now.
Groaning in response to a stinging feel in his right leg, he motioned to move but found himself unable to. Yanking at whatever restraints had his hands incapable of being free, he heard someone grumble incoherently just a few feet from him and suddenly topped his attempt to get his hands free.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” the voice grew louder now and definitely shaped out to be Sean’s.
Instinctively and without much visibility as regards where Sean was, Jake lunged up from where he was positioned and roared in the direction he had heard the voice coming from.
“I will kill you! I will freaking kill you!” he yelled, swinging his tied arms but unable to hit anything, before crumbling hard to the ground and striking his head against a table’s edge.
Walking slowly over to Jake, Sean stood above him and hovered his face just atop of Jake’s before sighing. “You should be glad I’m trying to save your worthless life”.
Jake rolled on his back immediately, breathing exhaustively now and wincing in more pain as a spot from his leg shot immeasurable amount of discomfort through his nerves and spine in equal.
“You got shot”, Sean reminded him.
Scowling and recalling the incident, Jake mumbled, ‘You got me shot… you… you got me shot”.
Sean chuckled annoying and slowly dragged Jake to his feet before helping him over to a couch where he laid the man to rest.
“I need to finish stitching the wound, if you don’t mind keeping still”, Sean advised Jake.
Jake’s vision had gotten a whole lot clearer now and he could see Sean threading a needle before holding his wounded leg in place. The man was articulate with the needle, weaving in and out of the wound without fuss and humming as he went about the business too. Jake wondered if he was actually enjoying the act of inflicting pain on him but something in Sean’s expression had definitely changed.
He seemed calmer and he wasn’t overbearing as Jake had noticed him to be all through their previous encounters. The man was definitely thinking and plotting something and he wished he knew what it was exactly. Jake groaned and called Sean’s attention towards not trying to enjoy the work he was doing on stitching his leg.
“It would hurt a lot lesser if you had feminine hands and not the rough one you’re tugging at the needle with”, Jake grumbled.
Yet, for reasons which would continue to baffle Jake, Sean was silent as he nipped the excess thread from the wound and walked away to plant himself in the leather couch just opposite of where Jake was. They shared the silence for a while, each trying to wrap their minds on the events of the previous night. It was a wild one without doubt and they needed answers.
“Where are we?” Jake finally spoke and asked.
Sean shrugged and kept mute, staring blankly at the door as if he expected someone to walk right in. Jake took the moment to look around. He had been in the house before and it didn’t take long for him to realize where he was and that it was Susan Stein’s house. Odd and equally disturbing, Jake wondered why the man had brought them over there. It definitely wouldn’t bring him good memories but he figured there had to be a reason.
“I am my own poison… my own architect of pain and misery”, Sean said with his head bowed and his eyes fixated on the ground.
Seemingly distraught while staring at a picture in his hand, he looked over to Jake and barely said a word or hold any expression in his face other than one of grief and regrets.
“What are you talking about?” Jake asked in a tender tone.
Sean held up the picture in his hand and revealed Susan’s face beaming wildly in it. “We took this on the first day we met… we were undercover on this major terrorist cell bust which would go on to boom our careers but also bring us an enemy I never assumed would still rear its head”.
Jake struggled with the gag around his wrists and finally got free of them before flexing the joints gently and taking a good breath of dusty air. Sean soon got up from where he sat and walked to the window while tucking the photo into his back pocket. He spent the next few seconds staring out the window before turning around to look at Jake.
“I don’t still trust that you didn’t kill Susan
