Chapter 6
After Jack had left, the restaurant, Alexander had started chuckling. He seemed to think that Jack's being sick was funny.
"What's so funny?" Bobby asked, starting to get angry.
"You mean you haven't figured it out?" He asked.
"Figured what out?" Myles asked cautiously.
"Jack Hudson." Shiva said. "You don't know who he really works for." When Shiva had said Jacks last name it had sent shivers down Bobby's spine, but now it felt as if he had been punched in the stomach. They hadn't told Shiva their last names, and they had assumed that he believed their story of running some big company. "He works for the FBI." Shiva continued.
"What?" Bobby said loudly, ad libing and trying to sound angry. "How do you know?"
"Shh." Chris said, glancing around nervously. "Try not to attract attention."
"One of my men found an FBI business card in his coat pocket with his name on it." Shiva told them.
"Oh man." Myles said, also ad libing. "I knew this was too good to be true."
"I can't believe it." Tara said, falling into the act. "He had all of the right qualifications and his record was good, almost too good. I should have seen it sooner."
"Did you poison him?" Bobby asked quietly, trying to appear half excited.
"No." Shiva answered. "I just slipped a little sedative into his drink. He'll come around in about an hour. I thought maybe you would like to repay his loyalties."
"Would we ever." Myles said, an icy edge creeping into his voice.
"How do we know that he didn't crash on the way back to his apartment?" Bobby asked, striving to look slightly disappointed at the possibility that they couldn't take care of him themselves.
"It's a slow acting sedative." Alexander assured them.
"Good." Bobby said, starting to stand up. "You don't mind if we go take care of him now, do you? I think cutting him into a hundred pieces should do it."
"Not at all, as long as the lady can stay here and keep us company for a while." He said.
"You don't mind missing out on the fun, do you Tara?" Bobby asked.
"No. Just as long as you leave me a leg so I can properly vent my frustrations. But I can't stay too long. My husband's expecting me home soon." Tara said, coming up with some excuse to justify the fact that she would rebuff Shiva's advances.
Bobby grinned wickedly and said, "We'll be sure to do that." He and Myles got up and left the restaurant. When they got in the car, Bobby was just about to say something when Myles put a finger to his lips, indicating he wanted silence. Taking out a piece of paper, he wrote:
Check your coat. If they were looking through them, there's a good chance that they left microphones in them. We don't want to blow this now.
They checked through their coats, muttering about how Jack was a double crossing coward until they were sure that they were clean. After that they drove in silence, desperately hoping that the sedative was as slow as Shiva said it was and that they wouldn't find him in his car wrapped around a light pole or something. When they reached his apartment they were glad to see that his car was there. They quickly parked and went up to Jack's apartment. They tried the door and discovered it was locked. Without a word, Bobby pulled a lock pick out of his pocket and set to work on the door. In a moment he had it open. They entered swiftly and silently. It didn't take long before they discovered Jack on the living room floor.
"Jack." Bobby said, leaning over and checking for a pulse. Please let him be ok. He found himself praying silently. He found a pulse and it seemed ok. "I've got a pulse." He told Myles. "Come on. Let's get him on the couch." They lifted Jack onto the couch and then were forced to remove their jackets because it was warm in the apartment, and Jack wasn't exactly as light as a feather.
"Now we just have to wait until he comes around." Myles said, settling himself in a chair.
About a half an hour later Tara came. Jack wasn't awake yet and so she also settled herself in and waited. The hour was almost up and they were hoping and praying that he would wake up, because if he didn't…