Chapter Eleven #3
My eyes catch a familiar outline of a sharp suit and sharper jawline appearing from the rooms on the mezzanine floor.
Dax descends the stairs; his phone pressed to his ear as he barks commands to whoever sits on the other end of the line.
He glances up once and looks straight through me before flicking his eyes away.
I’d have dismissed it as him being reasonably distracted if not for Aiden’s heavy grunt of annoyance.
He disconnects the call just before he draws alongside us. “Is she inside?” he asks Aiden, nodding to the door behind us.
“Yeah. She’s bruised, but otherwise okay. Or so she says.”
“The team is waiting at the compound for her. I’m getting her out of here.
Run a forensic examination of the bedrooms.” Dax’s phone rings.
He holds up his hand to silence us as he answers.
“What?” His expression sharpens, anger stiffening his jaw as he grinds his teeth at whatever news he’s receiving.
“Who fucking notified the police?” He begins pacing.
One, two three steps, then turn. “What do they want him for?” He hisses, ‘fucking arseholes’ before continuing.
“No, don’t argue with them. Hand him over.
We don’t have much choice. Is the second man still in the elevator?
Yes, good. Don’t even mention him. We’ll get him out through another floor.
They’ll not get both of them.” He points at Aiden and gestures with his finger.
Aiden pulls his phone out at once and begins dialling.
“Tell Team One to disperse back to the compound once they hand him over. Go grudgingly but let them think we’re done. Text when it’s clear.”
Aiden lifts his phone to his ear and starts giving instructions to the second team.
“We have local police interference in the lobby. Take him out on the second floor. Send a scout to check the fire exit. Get him out through a back door…any back door. We’ve lost one. We’ll not let them take both.”
“Have they got this?” Dax barks.
“Of course,” Aiden replies and then turns to me. “Jules, can you go and make sure Sylvie’s getting ready?”
“Sure.” I head into the room, but they’re arguing before I even turn my back to them.
“What the fuck was that Dax?”
“Get off my back, Aiden. I don’t have the capacity to do anything other than focus on one problem at a time. Right now, that’s Sylvie. I’ll need you to take Jules somewhere. I want Sylvie to feel safe in her own home.”
“Fucking prick! You really need to work on how you say things.” Aiden nods to me, but I duck into Sylvie’s room before I can see Dax’s reaction to my eavesdropping.
Sylvie appears from the bathroom, her face clean and fresh, wearing one of her pretty sundresses. She shoves her things into a small case—one she must have taken to stay at the hospital—she glances up at me and whispers, “I’m ready to leave now.”
“Okay.” I walk to the ensuite and stick my head in, calling out, “Did you get everything?” as I scan the room.
Nothing in the bin. Nothing on the sides.
Two wet towels dumped in a hamper, and the shower floor still pooled with water droplets from a recent shower.
My stomach twists at what I suspect, but I don’t shy away from asking either.
“Did you just shower?”
“Do I look like an idiot? As much as I fucking need one…no. No, I didn’t shower. I’m aware that they’re going to prod me and violate my privacy. No one will believe me otherwise, right?”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.
That’s the whole fucking point of the team, isn’t it?
To protect you? To defend you if someone forced you.
To give you the evidence you need to have them punished, because you’re right, no court of law is going to believe you at your word.
If you don’t want to, if you truly don’t need to, no one is going to force you. The team is with you, not against you.”
“Whatever. Anyway, who takes a shower in five minutes and still has dry hair? You might be nosy, Jules, but your observation skills clearly suck,” she jokes half-heartedly. The edge of irritation still laces each word with barbs.
“Dax is outside. Want me to let him in or are you coming out?”
“Is everyone still out there?”
“No, Connor is safe and on his way to the hospital. Those men are gone. Dax and Aiden are outside with a small team of theirs.”
“Can you ask Dax to come in?”
“Okay.”
I leave her to her packing, noting her pulling the phone charger from the wall. I say nothing, though, as always, I have questions.
Dax and Aiden are now across the room from one another and pointedly ignoring the other’s presence.
“She says to go in,” I tell Dax as I hurry away.
“Jules…” he calls, but I ignore him and aim for Aiden’s side. Aiden lifts his head as soon as he hears my name and frowns back at Dax, shaking his head slightly before focusing on me.
“Everything okay?”
“No, but I think I’d rather talk about it later, okay?”
“Alright.”
“Is there somewhere I should go while you deal with this?” Not that I have the first clue of where to go if Dax doesn’t want me back at the compound.
“No, we’re leaving. The place will be swept. It’s best if we’re out of here before then. Dax will take Sylvie back to the compound, so we’ll leave them to it for tonight. Give Sylvie a chance to talk to the Victim Support Team without an audience.”
“That’s fine.”
“There’s that fictional word again.”
He’s right. It’s bullshit. I’m not fine. But for once this isn’t about me.
“It’s…whatever. I’m good with whatever.”