CHAPTER 11:
"Well, if it isn't Jennifer Mui, long time no see. So…your file now tells me your about two months pregnant."
"I am." Jen said, taking a seat on the table.
"Do you know who the father is?" Dr. Little asked curiously. He had known Jen to be rather 'out there' and single.
"Yes! I'm married now."
"You are…married? Well congratulations. Who is this lucky guy?"
"James Holt. Remember when I came back from North Korea? He was the new partner I told you about. Things got…interesting there, and before I knew it, six months down the road, we were lying about in the Dominican on our honeymoon."
"Aw, how nice. Were you planning on this baby?"
"No…it was a bit of uh…pre-marital bliss. Hehehe…Italian wine is great for impairing your judgement."
"I see. Well, let us get on with this pre-natal planning business shall we?"
Ten minutes had gone by and still, Fiona had no lock on Erica. She tapped her fingers on the edge of her computer impatiently. She had never known a phone number to take so long to track as this one. The woman beside her leaned over and looked at the screen.
"Internet issues?" She asked.
"Oh, yeah…I've uh…I've been trying to buy something on Ebay, but with the slow internet, I think I'm going to miss it." Fiona lied, flipping her laptop shut, sighing in fake defeat.
"What were you trying to buy if you don't mind me asking?"
"I was trying to buy a gift for my friend." Fiona lied again.
"I see. I'm sure you could probably find it somewhere else." The woman replied. Suddenly someone was called in to see another doctor. "Oh that would be me." The woman said, getting up and finally leaving Fiona alone. She went back to her laptop. The phone number had been tracked down. Apparently, Erica was only two blocks away from the doctor's office.
"All right, thanks again Dr. Little." Jen thanked him, taking her prescription for pre-natal vitamins from him.
"Anytime. And before you ask, everything is going all right on the romantic front." Dr. Little said with a smile. Jen had been one of his few patients that knew he was gay. He trusted her not to blurt it out loud.
"Good to know." Jen smiled, walking out of his office. She walked back into the now less crowded waiting room to see Fiona biting on her nails, a habit she had picked up when she was nervous or overly worried. As Jen walked past, Fiona jumped up and started walking outside very quickly. "Fiona?"
"Ok…" Fiona pulled Jen aside out of the way of the people walking down the sidewalk. "So I tracked down Erica's number. She's here, within a block of this doctor's office."
"Why are you so nervous?"
"Because she is definitely not alone. I figured out why it took so long to pin point her location down. It was because there were at least three other cell phones within five metres of hers."
"Ah…" Jen replied. She began thinking of a plan. She had nothing on her to defend herself with and nor did Fiona. They began walking back towards the car. When suddenly, Jen stopped and grabbed Fiona by the shoulder. "Where was her last known place?"
"Around the corner."
"Let's go."
"Are you insane? She could be on the look out and who knows, maybe her goons have guns?" Fiona shouted.
"Keep it down. And no, I'm not crazy. I figure, we should…get to know our enemy, what she looks like, what kind of entourage she travels with."
"Jen…you realise she could have snipers anywhere, I mean you should know of all people how easy it is to get a lock on someone and pull the trigger."
"Fiona, come on. There are too many people. One wrong move and someone else winds up dead and that is not what the mob wants." Jen said, turning the corner into the market square. Fiona stood in her place. "Are you coming?"
"I think all those hormones are getting to you, but…fine, let's go."
Jen and Fiona proceeded down into the market square. There were hundreds of people walking around. Trying to find Erica would be like finding a needle in the haystack. Jen began scanning the area, looking for a woman in her early thirties, dressed like she had way too much money to spend on clothes and have at least one male body guard nearby. Fiona was simply following Jen at this point. She had never seen Erica in person, only in the pictures she had found on the Internet. Jen then wandered over to the ice cream shop.
"What are you doing?" Fiona asked.
"I told you I wanted ice cream."
"And what about you know who?"
"Not now…look at two o'clock." Fiona turned and looked to her right. Sure enough, there was a middle aged woman, in a fur coat, a cocktail dress, and high heels. She also had a male companion who was tall and thin. He had on a trench coat and fedora hat. He appeared to be just standing behind her, waiting for her signal. Fiona turned around again, and Jen had returned with two ice cream cones. Fiona took hers and she followed Jen who was walking as fast but as calm as possible. Fiona lengthened her stride and walked beside Jennifer.
"What do we do?"
"Act normal. She didn't see us. At least we know now, that she is here in London and is looking for me and that she knew I would be out of the house today. Someone is feeding her this information and I don't know who it is."