Chapter 9
Part 3
By their third meeting, things were not going well. He argued with her from the minute he entered the room.
She accepted his behavior because it was obvious that he was still plagued by the guilt of their daughter's death. Each time she saw him, he looked worse than the time before. His eyes were puffy and red, he was losing weight and he needed a haircut.
As he sat down and scanned the photos and documents that Irina had provided, he inquired about what information she had found on Amerigo Biagino.
"I don't have anything on him yet, I told you that already," she said, losing her patience.
"What the f*** have you been doing?" he yelled at her.
'That's it," she thought to herself. If he wanted to yell at her about petty things she would allow him that. But, she was not going to allow him to accuse her of not working just as hard as he was to find their daughter's killers.
"I've had about all I can take from you today, Jack. What is bothering you?" she demanded to know.
"We've been doing this for five months and we're no closer to finding out what happened to her then we were on the day she died," he said, as he threw the pen he was holding.
Irina shook her head, she knew him better than that. Something was happening and he was hiding it from her. "Listen to me, Jack. If we aren't completely honest with each other, then we are not going to succeed in finding out who killed her. I know something is wrong and you better tell me what it is."
"Or what? Are you going to run out on me again? Leave her fate for to me to deal with? Just like you did before?" he screamed at her.
Irina stared at him. Her anger was evident in her eyes.
Jack put his elbows up on the table and massaged his temples. He was getting tired of arguing with people. He knew she was working just as hard as he was. "The NCS is watching me," he told her. "They suspect that I've been in contact with you."
She knew it had to be something like that. This was one more pressure that neither of them needed. She watched him massaging his temples. "You have a tension headache, don't you?" she asked.
"No," he lied.
When they were married, he always got tension headaches, when things at work were not going well. There was no mistaking the symptoms. The headaches always made him irritable and tried. She walked over and stood behind him. She placed her fingers on his clavicles and her thumbs at the base of his neck. She slowly started to massage his muscles.
He tried to pull away, but her strength held him back. As he felt her rubbing the pressure out, he sat back and tried to relax. He remembered how good it always felt when she eased his headache with her massage. The feel of her strong hands massaging his neck and shoulders always felt so good.
As she rubbed deep into his muscles she smiled when she felt him relax. Once she realized he had stop resisting her, she slid her hand into the opening of his neckline. "I miss you, Jack," she said, softly into his ear as her hand caressed his chest.
He closed his eyes as she planted wet kisses on the back of his neck. He liked the feel of her mouth against his skin. She wrapped both arms around his neck and captured the tip of his ear between her lips.
As she gently sucked on his ear, he reached up and pulled her arms tighter around him. She felt so good.
Then, as quickly as he reached for her, he pushed her away. "I have to go," he said as he stood up briskly.
She moved toward him.
"Don't.... touch me," he said, as he brushed her hand away.
"Please don't go," she pleaded, as she kept her distance.
"I'll contact you in a week," he said, as he packed his files and prepared to leave.
"Jack, please. We have more work to do," she told him.
The truth was that she needed him to stay. She felt the same guilt over their daughter's death that he did. Just once she wanted him tell him that everything would be all right.
Jack ignored her plea and continued to pack. As he headed for the door, she grabbed his arm and cried, "Jack, please. I need you. Please don't leave me."
He yanked his arm out of her grasp. "I needed you once, too," he said, as he left the room.
Irina opened the door to the hallway. "I don't need you either, Bristow," she yelled to him as he entered the elevator. "I can have any man I want."
"I'm sure a whore like you can," he said, as the doors to the elevator closed.
tbc
Part 3
By their third meeting, things were not going well. He argued with her from the minute he entered the room.
She accepted his behavior because it was obvious that he was still plagued by the guilt of their daughter's death. Each time she saw him, he looked worse than the time before. His eyes were puffy and red, he was losing weight and he needed a haircut.
As he sat down and scanned the photos and documents that Irina had provided, he inquired about what information she had found on Amerigo Biagino.
"I don't have anything on him yet, I told you that already," she said, losing her patience.
"What the f*** have you been doing?" he yelled at her.
'That's it," she thought to herself. If he wanted to yell at her about petty things she would allow him that. But, she was not going to allow him to accuse her of not working just as hard as he was to find their daughter's killers.
"I've had about all I can take from you today, Jack. What is bothering you?" she demanded to know.
"We've been doing this for five months and we're no closer to finding out what happened to her then we were on the day she died," he said, as he threw the pen he was holding.
Irina shook her head, she knew him better than that. Something was happening and he was hiding it from her. "Listen to me, Jack. If we aren't completely honest with each other, then we are not going to succeed in finding out who killed her. I know something is wrong and you better tell me what it is."
"Or what? Are you going to run out on me again? Leave her fate for to me to deal with? Just like you did before?" he screamed at her.
Irina stared at him. Her anger was evident in her eyes.
Jack put his elbows up on the table and massaged his temples. He was getting tired of arguing with people. He knew she was working just as hard as he was. "The NCS is watching me," he told her. "They suspect that I've been in contact with you."
She knew it had to be something like that. This was one more pressure that neither of them needed. She watched him massaging his temples. "You have a tension headache, don't you?" she asked.
"No," he lied.
When they were married, he always got tension headaches, when things at work were not going well. There was no mistaking the symptoms. The headaches always made him irritable and tried. She walked over and stood behind him. She placed her fingers on his clavicles and her thumbs at the base of his neck. She slowly started to massage his muscles.
He tried to pull away, but her strength held him back. As he felt her rubbing the pressure out, he sat back and tried to relax. He remembered how good it always felt when she eased his headache with her massage. The feel of her strong hands massaging his neck and shoulders always felt so good.
As she rubbed deep into his muscles she smiled when she felt him relax. Once she realized he had stop resisting her, she slid her hand into the opening of his neckline. "I miss you, Jack," she said, softly into his ear as her hand caressed his chest.
He closed his eyes as she planted wet kisses on the back of his neck. He liked the feel of her mouth against his skin. She wrapped both arms around his neck and captured the tip of his ear between her lips.
As she gently sucked on his ear, he reached up and pulled her arms tighter around him. She felt so good.
Then, as quickly as he reached for her, he pushed her away. "I have to go," he said as he stood up briskly.
She moved toward him.
"Don't.... touch me," he said, as he brushed her hand away.
"Please don't go," she pleaded, as she kept her distance.
"I'll contact you in a week," he said, as he packed his files and prepared to leave.
"Jack, please. We have more work to do," she told him.
The truth was that she needed him to stay. She felt the same guilt over their daughter's death that he did. Just once she wanted him tell him that everything would be all right.
Jack ignored her plea and continued to pack. As he headed for the door, she grabbed his arm and cried, "Jack, please. I need you. Please don't leave me."
He yanked his arm out of her grasp. "I needed you once, too," he said, as he left the room.
Irina opened the door to the hallway. "I don't need you either, Bristow," she yelled to him as he entered the elevator. "I can have any man I want."
"I'm sure a whore like you can," he said, as the doors to the elevator closed.
tbc
