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Keesha pulled into the guest parking space in the garage of the Harborview Towers. She saw the elevator to her right, but she knew that Sonny and his men wouldn't rely on that as their only means of exiting, neither would they use the staircase that was open to the general public. There had to be another door.
Giving her subtly done makeup and hair a quick glance in the mirror, Keesha exited the car, took in the floor plan of the parking garage, and began her search. After a few minutes, she found a door on the north side of the garage. The smell that was seeping out smelled a little too much like cleaning supplies to be convincing.
She made quick work of the lock with a few helpful supplies, she carried with her. On the surface, it appeared to be a typical supply closet, but she had a sneakin' suspicion that there was more here. The brooms, mops, dust mops, and dustpans hung neatly opposite of the door behind some trashcans.
Keesha moved the trashcans to the side and felt around the brooms, until she hit upon a switch. She smiled, as the wall slid away and a door opened. She cautiously looked in the doorway, after locking the supply room door. Noticing nothing amiss, she began her stealthily ascent, as the door close shut behind her.
She wasn't even breaking a sweat when she made it to the twentieth floor where the penthouses resided. Keesha paused outside the door and where did it lead? It could be anywhere.
Keesha opened the door and found herself inside Jason's kitchen. She stood perfectly still and listened. She was alone in the condo. She glanced at her watch, she hoped he came back soon she had promised a half-sleep Courtney that she wouldn't be gone long. She moved to the kitchen cabinets and began searching, but not surprising she found nothing. She had no idea what she was looking for but it never hurt to be thorough. She opened the fridge and found some beers and a carton of milk. Several TV dinners littered the freezer.
Keesha took down a glass and poured herself some water from the kitchen faucet. With her glass in her hand, she moved into the living room/dining room area. She looked in the slightly barren rooms; the pool table occupied the dining room. At least Jason Morgan and Quartermaine had that in common, except Jason Q called it billiards. A leather sofa, armchair, coffee table, and a desk filled the living room. Piles of boxes were neatly stacked by the hall closet. This room, while filled with stuff, resonated of starkness and emptiness, much like the man himself. Did Courtney have any idea who she was involved with?
Keesha made herself comfortable on the sofa yet was ready at any moment for anything to happen. After a few minutes, she was on full alert when voices came through the door.
"No, Carly, no one needs to go over there. She's fine."
"How do you know something hasn't happened to her?"
"She's sleeping, Carly. She eats breakfast then takes a nap."
Keesha was impressed that he knew Courtney's schedule.
"She'll return your call as soon as she wakes up in a few hours."
"Jason, I'm worried."
Oh, the whining that Keesha remembered so well sailed through the door. How did men put up with it?
"Carly, leave it alone. Aren't you tired sometimes for no other reason then you're pregnant?"
"I guess."
Keesha heard footsteps get closer to the door, then stop.
"But if something has happened to her, I'll have your head, Jason Morgan."
"Noted, Carly."
Keys jingled in the lock. She resumed her nonchalant pose and waited. Jason pushed open the door with his shoulder and walked backwards inside with his hands full of bags.
"I hope you don't mind that I helped myself to a glass of water- -" before the last word could leave her mouth, the packages flew out of his hands and a gun aimed at the space right between her eyebrows. She raised her arms slowly. "I'm not armed," she chuckled.
"What are you doing here? And more importantly, how did you get in?"
"Jason, are you okay?" a nameless voice asked through the door.
"I'm fine, Marco. I dropped my bags." He responded back.
"Answer my question," he demanded.
"Or what are you going to do call Taggert or Garcia?" she questioned.
He put his gun back into its hiding place. He folded his arms and stared at her. At one time, Jason Morgan's stares would have unnerved her, but she had stood up to men more powerful then him. Though the emptiness behind the glaze, made him infinitely more dangerous and deadly.
"If you're going to hide a secret escape: 1. make sure the supply," she held her fingers up as she said the word and made air quotes, "room, doesn't overly smell like cleaning supplies; and 2. the supply closet shouldn't been so neat and clean that I could eat off the floor."
"What do you do?"
Keesha reached into her inner blazer pocket and pulled out a card and placed it on the coffee table. Looking at her suspiciously, Jason picked up the card and read it out loud.
"Keesha Ward, Private Security Advisor." He put the card in his back pocket. "Where did you get that expertise?"
"Working private security." Her captain had those cards printed up when she started working undercover. It was a nice way to explain to people, why such a petite woman had such security knowledge and strength.
He looked her up and down and shrugged.
"Do you want a repeat of this morning?" She asked.
"Why are you here?"
"I don't get at least a thank you for the tips I gave you." When Jason remained silent, she decided to continued. "I'm here to talk, catch up on old times," she said sarcastically.