He shouldn't be anywhere near Washington, DC. He sure as hell shouldn't
be anywhere
near the FBI. And if there was a God out there, then god knew he shouldn't
approach his
own pair of albatrosses, Special Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully.
But he couldn't get the taste of him out of his mind. And he had to
taste him again. No
matter who he had to kill to do it.
She had that itchy feeling back again. Mulder had been unusually silent
the last couple
days, and she'd caught him looking over his shoulder a few times, but
when she called him
on it, he'd looked oddly embarrassed and shrugged it off. He wouldn't
tell her what was
bothering him, so she let it lay. After the experience he'd had a few
months ago when the
rat bastard had kidnapped him and drugged him, he seemed off balance,
somehow. Dana
laughed a little to herself, wondering when she'd picked up her partner's
habit of calling
Alex Krycek 'rat bastard.' In a way it was too bad. Objectively, she
supposed you could call
him an attractive man, even handsome. But it wasn't possible to be
objective about a man
who aided in your abduction, murdered your sister, killed your best
friend's father, then
kidnapped that same best friend to use him as bait in setting up a
truce, so you couldn't
even go after the little punk. The itching faded, and she shook her
head, determined to
ignore it. Maybe Mulder's paranoia was rubbing off on her a bit more
than she knew.
Shrugging off her light jacket, she turned to flip the hall light on,
and froze midmotion. Her
reflexes weren't quite quick enough, however, and she could only get
out a half-strangled
shout as a sharp pain and sudden blackness confirmed her itchy warning.
The dark figure in black denim and leather caught her slight figure
before she could hit the
floor. New bait, for a fresh trap. A small voice in the back of his
head told him he was crazy,
but he just grinned at it. Maybe he was, but he might as well enjoy
it. The hounds were
closing in, and he didn't have much time left anyway.
"Damnit, Scully, c'mon, answer the phone..." There was a distinct edge
to Fox Mulder's
normally calm light tenor. She was supposed to meet him almost three
hours ago, and it
wasn't like his partner to be late. She knew what happened to him when
she was late—he
started contacting shadow figures and revving up illegal computer systems,
not to mention
freaking out and seeing little gray doctor fiends around every corner.
Shit. He hated it when
she did this to him. Good thing it didn't happen very often-
The buzz of his cell phone interrupted his increasingly frantic thoughts.
"Scully! Where the hell are you!?"
Silence.
"Scully?" Less angry, more frightened, very perplexed.
"No." Oh, God, not him again. Mulder squeezed his eyes shut, then opened
them widely a
moment later as scenes he had tried to block out for weeks appeared
behind the closed lids
with eidetic detail. He swallowed, then tried to sound businesslike.
"What do you want, Krycek?" God, I hate this man, he grimaced to himself.
He steadfastly
refused to acknowledge the tiny jolt of arousal that went through him
at the images he was
ignoring.
"You." There was a gravelly sound in Krycek's voice that sent another
little electrical jolt
through Mulder's body. Damn, damn, damn...
"For what?" Play his little head game, see where it went. He was the
psychologist, right?
He could think circles around this creep... he just couldn't outfight
him. Unless he was
drugged... he shied away from that thought as well. "I asked, what
the hell do you want?"
"I don't have a lot of time, Mulder. Cancerman's closing in." There
was an oddly fatalistic
tone in Krycek's voice, as if he knew it was almost over, but had a
few more tricks to play
before the end came.
"What do you want me to do about it?" Sarcasm fairly dripped from his
words.
"Nothing. There's not a fucking thing you or anyone else can do. But
there's something I ...
want to... I've got to do first."
Mulder sighed. Krycek really did sound like he was at the end of his
rope, but he couldn't
bring himself to give a damn. "And what's that?" he asked, more by
rote than from any
interest in the answer.
"Fuck you again." Krycek almost whispered the words, and Mulder froze
in shock. Before
he could slam the phone down and cut the connection, his tormentor
continued. "I have
Dana."
No! Oh, goddamnit, no. He felt his hand start to tremble, a shakiness
starting from the
middle of his chest and spreading in waves through his body. "Where?
When do we meet? I
swear to God if you hurt her I'll-"
"Third and Tandey, warehouse three, basement. Fifteen minutes. Call
anyone, even
Skinner, and she dies."
Mulder listened to the dial tone for a few stricken seconds before dropping
it to the floor.
He had fifteen minutes and it was a twenty minute drive. He didn't
stop for his coat.
He came alone, as Alex knew he would. He cared much too much about his
partner to do
anything that might jeopardize her, and he knew Krycek well enough
to know that he would
kill her if he decided to do so. When Mulder stepped into the small,
sparsely furnished
basement room, Alex smiled at him. Mulder didn't smile back.
Scully's eyes darted back and forth between the two men, and she cursed
the electrical tape
Krycek had used to cover her mouth and bind her wrists and ankles.
She was helpless here,
and it was a position she loathed. She was also confused and not a
little terrified, although
she was keeping the fear on a short rein. Later, when they were safely
out of here, she
could have the screaming jeebies. She refused to downgrade that 'when'
to an 'if'.
Mulder ignored Krycek for the moment, drinking in the sight of his partner.
She appeared
unharmed, just pale, angry, and uncertain. It didn't look like Krycek
had hurt her. Yet.
Finally satisfied with the surface scan he had given her, if not completely
reassured, he
turned to the rat bastard.
"What are your terms?" Cold. Calm. Faking composure for her sake.
"I take it she doesn't know all the... details of the last time I detained
you?" Such an
innocent tone. A little half smile causing small dimples to bracket
his mouth. Mulder wanted
to kill him with every fiber of his being.
"No." Just the one pithy word, to cover the flashes of heat that lanced
through him at the
memories.
Scully made an interrogative noise, and Krycek moved in front of her,
close to Mulder,
speaking softly so that she wouldn't overhear his proposition.
"I know you don't want this, Mulder. So I have a deal to offer you."
His eyes raked the
taller man from ankles to hairline, beginning to burn a little with
anticipation. Mulder
remained silent, waiting to hear what he had to say. Krycek smiled
a bit wider, deepening
the dimples. "I'll take one of you. Your choice."
Mulder narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher hidden meaning from the
simple sentence.
Take? Take where? Suddenly he felt extremely stupid. He bit on his
lower lip to keep from
yelling his anger at the man who was grinning at him, and swallowed
twice before he could
speak softly enough to keep her out of it.
"Take as in have sex with." Krycek nodded, once, and Mulder expelled
the breath he
hadn't realized he was holding. "You're not touching her, you rat's
ass son of a bitch."
Krycek nodded again, then stepped back, not turning his back to Mulder,
not giving him
any opportunities to jump him and try to beat the crap out of him,
as he was dying to do.
With studied nonchalance, he reached down and hauled Scully up with
one hand under her
arm, half carrying her with him out the side door to the room.
"Wait here. I won't be long." Mulder opened his mouth to protest, and
Alex shook his
head. "I'm putting her someplace safe. When we're through, I'll give
her back to you, and
the two of you can go." He paused for a moment in the doorway. "Unless
you'd rather she
stayed? And watched?" The taunt was clear.
"I'll be here." The sullen threat was equally clear. Stormy hazel eyes
met calculating deep
brown, and Scully squirmed slightly. Whatever was going down, Mulder
was not going to
like it. And neither did she.
He hauled her unceremoniously out the door and into a small room further
down the dank
corridor, settling her into the single padded chair with surprisingly
gentle hands. She raised
her hands to him, hoping against hope that he'd release her, and he
laughed softly.
"No, Dana, I don't think so. You're too dangerous for me to trust you
that far. And I will be
locking you in here, so you won't... interrupt the proceedings."
He met her muffled "Mmph?" with a decidedly mischievous grin.
"On the other hand, there's no reason why you should miss all the fun."
With a single sharp
rip, he tore the tape from her mouth, wrenching a pained gasp from
her as the adhesive
threatened to take the tender skin along with the tape. Before she
could react, Krycek
pulled her face to his, holding her tightly with one fist clenched
in the heavy weight of hair
at the back of her neck. "You really are beautiful. And maybe one of
these days I'll get to
enjoy that beauty-"
"I'll see you in hell first!"
"-but until then," he continued, ignoring her furious interruption,
"you can watch. Mulder
won't have a clue." His laughing mouth captured hers for a scant moment,
forcing her lips
wide and plunging his tongue inside, then dropping her before she could
bite him. Still
laughing softly, he flipped a switch on a small keyring, and she was
distracted by a large
screen that lit up against the far wall. On it, she could see her partner,
prowling like a caged
animal, a haunted look on his face, his shoulders hunched forward as
if to make himself a
smaller target, somehow. The slamming of the door swiveled her head
around, but it was
too late to stop him. Deciding to ignore the screen for now, she got
to work with her teeth,
digging at the tape on her hands. There might not be any other way
out of here, but at least
when Krycek came back, she would be waiting for him.
His hands felt cold. If there had ever been a time in his life when
he felt less like having
sex, he couldn't remember it. For the first time ever, he wished that
there was some way for
a man to fake it. Mulder heard the door open behind him, and pivoted
to face his enemy.
"If you kill me, my friends will kill her before you can find her."
He couldn't tell from Krycek's calm face if it was a bluff or not, but
he couldn't gamble on it
being a lie, not with Scully's safety at stake. He managed a deep gulp
of air, and steadied
himself as best he could. Holding Krycek's dark gaze with his own,
he growled, "Now
what?"
Alex laughed out loud. This was too funny. He was so hot for this man
he practically
couldn't walk around the rock in his jeans, and Mulder looked like
he was heading for the
executioner. "You made a deal, my Fox."
"Don't call me that, damnit!" Mulder burst out, unable to stop himself.
Krycek shook his head, walking closer, his approach uncannily like a
panther or some other
dark hunting cat, stalking his prey. Mulder found himself giving ground
unconsciously, and
only managed to stop himself when his back hit the wall. "But you are,
at least for tonight.
That is, if you want your Dana back. Alive and in one piece."
Looking at the eerie mixture of heat and pure ice in Krycek's eyes,
Mulder believed him.
Completely.
"I... we... there is... I think I have a problem with this."
Krycek stopped his advance and watched Mulder steadily. "Would you rather
I do
Scully?"
"No!" Mulder reached out a hand, then dropped it hurriedly. "It's just,
well... I'm not ...I
can't do this on demand!!"
Alex eyed him for a moment longer, then nodded his head. No way was
Mulder up for sex.
Not in the state he was in. "I have something for that. But you have
to ask for it."
What the-? "Ask for it?" Mulder wasn't sure what Krycek's game was.
"Yes." The smile returned, and Mulder swallowed heavily. "You have to
ask. Nicely."
Oh, shit. More damned head games. He inhaled, and unclenched his teeth.
"May I have
some of whatever it is that will help, then?"
"Please, Alex."
He was going to gag. "Please," deep breath, "Alex."
"Very good, Fox!" Krycek turned to a small kit on the end table next
to the door, and
Mulder had to remind himself that killing him with his bare hands was
probably not a good
idea. Especially with Scully tied up and stashed somewhere.
Especially when he wasn't sure he could take the cocky little bastard.
When Krycek turned back, he had a syringe and a small bottle in his
hand. "I've played
with the mix just a little bit, Fox. You responded so well to the aphrodisiac
last time, I
thought I'd increase it just a bit, see if I can make you a little
more wild. You didn't do a hell
of a lot last time, just... laid there and took it."
Mulder wanted to wipe that reminiscent grin off with his fists, but
contented himself with
jerkily tugging off his jacket. When he started to roll up his sleeve,
Alex shook his head
'no.'
"Take it off, Fox. After all, it's all going to come off anyway. Now,
tell me again, do you
want this?"
Mulder had to concentrate to stop gritting his teeth. "Yes, please,
Alex," he finally
grunted, "give it to me."
"With pleasure," Krycek responded, sinking the needle deeply into Mulder's
arm and
feeling a shiver of anticipation run through him at the wince of pain
from the agent. This
was going to be fun.
The conversation rocked Dana Scully to the core. She couldn't quite
believe what Krycek
was insinuating, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the two figures
on the screen,
either. Now Mulder was apparently begging to be shot up with some sort
of devil's brew,
and Krycek was obviously prepared. Had this happened before? Was this
what was
haunting her partner, turning him even moodier than usual and strangely
quiet? And what
exactly had happened? Giving up on finding another exit, unable to
budge the solidly
locked door, Scully moved closer to the screen, unable to stop watching,
even though her
gut instinct was begging her to close her eyes, plug her ears, and
hide.
The drug hit his system in a completely different way this time. His
senses were swimming,
but unlike the last time, he wasn't filled with lassitude, unable to
use his muscles. In fact, he
felt energized, as if someone had lit a fire under his skin, and so
sensitized the air currents
felt like fingers moving over him. Hesitating, giving himself time
to adjust to the strange
slant on his senses, he barely heard Krycek move closer.
Alex stared at Mulder for a bare second, feeling the arousal surge through
him. Then, with
a wicked smile, he pulled the dazed agent into the brighter light,
angling him so that Scully
could get the best show. The knowledge that the woman was watching
sent a rush to his
head and further hardened his already anxious body. This was better
than his daydreams,
by far. Not giving Mulder any time to think, if he could think with
the drugs drenching his
system, he quickly pulled the tie from around his throat and ripped
open the buttons down
the front of his shirt. Mulder made a slight sound of protest, and
Krycek rewarded him with
a light slap across the face. Mulder swayed slightly, but made no other
move, and Krycek
continued to strip him, pulling his shirt off his arms, peeling his
undershirt off and tossing it
onto the floor. Mulder let him do whatever he wanted, falling deeper
under the sway of the
drugs. Alex, pulled at his belt with shaky hands, flicking the buckle
open and sliding his
hand down the zipper, feeling greedy and horny and hungry. The burgeoning
erection he
found brought a small growl of appreciation to his throat. Apparently
the adjustments he
made to the mixture were on the mark; Mulder was getting aroused in
spite of himself.
Mulder swayed slightly as Krycek knelt in front of him, stripping his
slacks off and lifting
first one foot then the other to remove his socks and shoes. He had
to rest his hand on
Krycek's shoulder for balance, or he would have gone over on his ass.
The smooth texture
of cotton under his fingers felt wrong. "You're overdressed." He sounded
lazy, sleepy, the
timbre of his voice lower than usual. And he was getting incredibly
hot. When Alex raised
his head to reply, he had an overwhelming urge to ram his cock down
the other man's
throat, just as hard and as far as he could. Krycek lost his train
of thought when he saw the
size of the erection waving in front of his face, and before he could
move, Mulder suddenly
curled up over the top of him, allowing his weight to bowl Alex over.
Krycek started to
throw him off, when he realized that Mulder was going after his clothing,
pulling them hard,
trying to undress him. Krycek smirked, and reached out to calm Mulder
down.
Wrong move.
Before he quite realized what Mulder intended, he found himself flat
on his stomach, facing
Mulder's crotch as the agent knelt in front of him, pulling both of
Krycek's arms flat behind
his back, holding him down on the floor. Krycek couldn't move, not
without risking Mulder
breaking his arms at the elbows. As he started to croak out a question,
Mulder surged
forward, firmly sinking his erect cock between Krycek's open lips.
"Eat me, Alex. Bite me and I'll break your fucking arms." He didn't
even hear himself, but
Krycek did.
The angle was perfect for Mulder to force Krycek to deep throat him,
and he did, barely
pulling back to allow him some air between thrusts. The feeling of
the open mouth and
throat under and around his cock nearly caused his already reeling
head to explode, and he
bent forward over his captive, watching the thrust of his cock in Alex's
mouth avidly. Tears
were starting to run slowly from the corner of the other man's eyes
from the strain on his
neck and the lack of oxygen, but he kept his lips firm around the shaft
pounding into his
mouth, tried to breath through his nose, fought the gagging instinct
that could very well lead
to getting his arms broken. He hadn't factored in the fact that Mulder
got both stronger and
a hell of a lot meaner when he was doped up. Narrowing his eyes and
concentrating on
making Mulder come as soon as possible so he could breath again, he
sucked as hard as he
could and tried to relax his throat, and not choke to death. Mulder's
pace increased until he
was slamming his balls against Krycek's chin, and the little distressed
noises Krycek was
making seemed to add to his pleasure, because very shortly he felt
the pressure rise until
he pressed as hard as he could into the now writhing man and shot so
hard he nearly passed
out , feeling like he was going to come forever. Finally, he withdrew
enough that Alex was
able to gasp in some air, and let go of his arms. Krycek wriggled away,
rolling into a small
ball and waiting for the little lights to stop flashing behind his
eyelids. No way on earth
would he ever tell Mulder this, but he was more turned on than he had
ever been in his life.
And he was so hard he though he was going to rupture something.
Kneeling, swaying, on the floor, Mulder stared at Krycek. Whatever was
in that syringe
was potent, because he'd just come so hard he'd nearly bled and he
was already hard again.
Crawling over to the curled up body of his enemy, he jerked him straight
and ripped the tee
shirt off of him, taking no care at all, intent on getting as much
bare skin next to his own
burning skin as he possibly could, as quickly as possible. Alex was
still somewhat dazed
from lack of oxygen, and put up very little fight. Mulder's rough fingers
digging at his jeans
zipper hurt, however, and he instinctively reached down to pull Mulder's
hands away.
Mulder didn't even pause, just backhanded him hard, and Alex had ringing
ears to go along
with the flashing lights. He was disoriented. This wasn't going quite
the way he'd planned it,
but god, it was incredible. He didn't know Mulder had it in him. Before
he could go any
further with the thought, he felt his now bare legs pulled roughly
apart and Mulder started
to rut at him, no lubricant, no preparation, nothing. The pain shocked
him out of his stupor
and he screamed.
"Goddamnit, Mulder, not like that!" Fuck, that hurt he moaned as he
batted at Mulder's
hands. The agent wasn't getting very far in his attempt to fuck Alex,
either, and the
frustration was making him even rougher. Krycek finally managed to
scramble away,
making it to the kit and pulling a tube of ointment from it. "Okay!
Okay! Use this!!"
Mulder stopped and glared at him, and Alex was transfixed at the mixture
of lust and
hatred burning in the other man's deep green eyes. "You use it," Mulder
growled at him,
"now. Do it."
Krycek stared at him in fascination, eyes huge, as he awkwardly tried
to lube himself up.
This was either his secret wet dream come to life or his biggest nightmare,
and he wasn't
sure which. Mulder watched him fumble with the tube for a moment, then
crossed the room
to rip it out of his hands. Tossing Krycek to his knees, unbeknownst
to him sideways to the
hidden camera, he slathered a dollop of the lubricant into the soft
opening between Alex's
cheeks, pushing two fingers deep within him, uncaring of his roughness.
Alex's head arched
back at the feeling and he moaned involuntarily. Hearing it, responding
almost as if it was a
cue of some sort, Mulder tossed the tube aside and guided his straining
cock to the small
hole. Pushing hard, he put all the strength of his back into his thrust,
and sank to the root
into Alex's body. The sudden push wrenched a cry of mingled pleasure
and pain from the
man underneath him, and he paused for a moment, buried as deeply as
he could get. Some
part of his mind was telling him that he really shouldn't be enjoying
this so much, but
another part was crowing in triumph at getting some measure of revenge
for all of the pain
this bastard had caused him. The crowing was louder than the other
voice in his ears, and
he reached forward to grip the lean hips in front of him firmly, setting
a brutal rhythm that
had Krycek writhing beneath his body. Alex dropped down to rest on
his chest and
shoulders, bringing his right hand up to grip his own straining cock,
and Mulder let go of his
hips just long enough to knock the questing hand away.
"No. Just take it, you son of a bitch. Just take it." Mulder curled
his chest over until it
rested along Krycek's back, sending his pounding cock even deeper into
the other man, and
ran his hands along Krycek's arms until he could lay his hands over
Krycek's, twining his
fingers with his own so that Krycek couldn't move. Alex couldn't believe
how incredibly
aroused he was by his feelings of helplessness, and found himself bucking
back into
Mulder's thrusts, timing his arching hips to meet Mulder in perfect
rhythm. After what felt
like an eternity, and when Alex didn't felt like his straining legs
and back could take
another instant of punishment, Mulder thrust as deeply as possible
into him and held
himself there, spurting hard, triggering Krycek's own climax. When
he stopped coming and
relaxed, he felt Mulder collapse on top of him, bearing his weight
into the cold floor. Dimly,
Alex was aware of his bruised and bloody knees from the concrete, but
right at that moment
he couldn't have moved to ease his discomfort for all the gold in the
world and a ticket to
Cancerman's funeral.
Scully stared at the screen in open mouthed shock, her emotions a psychedelic
mixture of
revulsion, awe, disgust and arousal so strong her throat had dried
with it. Whatever
revelation she had expected from Mulder regarding his time in Krycek's
custody before
she and Skinner had arrived had not had any degree of sex in it, and
certainly not this
uncontrolled frenzy she was witnessing here. Her conscience was determined
that Mulder
would regret this, that Krycek was using him, via the drugs, degrading
him. Her mind told
her that her partner would need a lot of support and understanding
to get through this
horrible experience. Her body wanted to join them. She shook off that
traitorous thought
and tried to tear her eyes away from the now apparently satiated men,
to look again for
some way out of this trap. Before she got two steps, a low moan caught
her attention, and
she found herself caught again. The moan was answered by a soft gasp
from her own lips.
God. They were both so damned beautiful. Unaware of her actions, she
sank into the
padded chair and licked her lips, attention riveted to the screen,
wandering hands relieving
the tension wrought by the actions of her partner and the rat bastard
responsible for all of
this.
The edge was wearing off from the drugs, but the underlying buzz was
still making his head
fuzzy and his body hungry. Mulder lay back on the floor, trying to
figure out what to do next
... shouldn't he be trying to escape? Rescue Scully? Get the hell out
of here? His rambling
thoughts were interrupted by the warm weight of Alex pulling himself
over the top of him,
draping himself chest to chest with Mulder. Mulder closed his eyes
with the sensation of
crisp curls of hair circling lazily on his smooth skin, only to open
them again when he felt the
wet warmth of Krycek's open mouth at his throat. Incredibly, he found
himself getting hard
again.
What the hell did Krycek put in that stuff? Before he could gather
himself enough to
actually ask the question, Krycek worked his way over his jaw and latched
onto his open
mouth. The salty taste of Alex's tongue caused him to lick his lips,
or try to, and Krycek
raised himself higher on Mulder's body, concentrating on exploring
the sweet warmth
opened up to him. The necessary shifting for counterweight brought
their groins against one
another, and Mulder's erection teased at Krycek's. Before long, they
were thrusting
together in a lazy counter rhythm to the workings of their tongues,
and they were both
reaching, touching, exploring every inch of skin they could touch.
Mulder was so far gone
that he could have fucked a tree, by that point, and Alex was so happy
to get some measure
of control in the situation that the sore muscles and bruises and little
cuts were almost
forgotten. They writhed together, sinuously rubbing against one another,
thoroughly
enjoying the feeling of hot skin on hot skin, until they gradually
worked themselves into a
frenzy that spilled over into the third orgasm of the encounter for
Mulder. It wasn't a very
long one, but it felt incredibly intense because his flesh was so sensitized.
Krycek
swallowed Mulder's scream when he came, following shortly afterward
with his own. Utterly
exhausted, Mulder passed out into something resembling drugged sleep,
and Krycek curled
up along Mulder's side, panting lightly. Hadn't been quite what he'd
expected, but he'd take
it.
She stared at the once-again still figures, then started when she realized
where her hands
were. With a guilty look around the empty room, she quickly withdrew
her fingers and
pulled her skirt down. She couldn't tell him what she'd seen. She just
couldn't. No matter
how much he might need someone to talk to about this, she just knew
that he'd take one
look at her and know exactly what kind of effect witnessing his actions
had had on her. One
thing was certain.
She'd never be able to tease him about his videos again.
Mulder woke up to find himself in the front passenger seat of his car.
His head still felt a
little muzzy, and his body felt like he'd been beaten by thugs with
baseball bats, and he had
distinct memories of very wild sex with Alex Krycek—his mind shut
off, and he
concentrated on Scully, silently steering the car through the early
morning DC traffic.
"Uhm, Scully?" His voice sounded rusty. Oh, yeah. He'd been screaming
a lot recently.
"Yes, Mulder?" Her wide blue eyes met his, then darted away. He missed
the guilty flush,
too intent on the dashboard, to nervous to really look at her.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." She paused, but he didn't say anything else. After a moment,
she continued. "How
about you?"
"I'm fine," he lied. She nodded, he saw the movement in the reflection
in the windshield.
"You... want to talk?" She didn't sound like she really wanted to ask.
Shit, no! "Not right now, thanks." They were quiet for a moment, lost
in their thoughts.
Pursing his sore lips, he ventured, "So, where'd he take you?"
"Just a room." She stared straight ahead. "One chair, no windows, no
way to get the door
open. After a couple hours, he came back, unlocked the door, and helped
me put you in the
car."
"Oh." Eyes shadowed, thoughts chaotic.
"Think he'll be back anytime soon?"
God, I hope not. "No. He sounded like he was running out of time."
"Good." Her tone was unbending. He could only agree.
In a dark back room, an old man in a suit contemplated the smoldering
end of his cigarette.
His problem child had managed to escape the net once again, but he
was still on the run.
Time was running against him in this particular race. And one day,
he would trip. The old
finis...
The Bait
by Brenda Antrim
He couldn't believe he was having such a hard time getting it out of
his mind. Just once,
taking advantage of a chance fate had dropped in his lap, and now it
was making him crazy.
And it was making him take crazy chances.
man smiled. He had time.
