“Good morning, Star. How’re you feeling this morning? What would you rate your pain level on a scale of one to ten?”
“Probably a seven or eight,” Star said, as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, then moaned. “Oh, my God, my back! Is it time for my pain meds?”
“I’ll find out,” the nurse said, helping Star to the bathroom and then back to bed. As soon as the nurse got her settled down, she left to check on Star’s request for pain meds.
Star looked for a phone and noticed it was gone and then rolled her eyes. Who would she call? There was no way to know who Anton had in his pocket, but she knew he had snitches everywhere...in every facet of the government. She looked at the closed door, imagining what it would be like to have the freedom to just walk out and never look back. She was crying quiet tears when the nurse came back, injected pain meds into the IV and adjusted her covers.
The dreams faded.
The meds dragged her under.
* * *
Federal Agents Gleason and Powers were elated to know where their lost witness was, but by the time they reached the ER of Centennial Hill Hospital, Baba and his men were already there. Forced to change their plans, Gleason left Powers in ER to keep an eye on them while he headed for the hospital administrator’s office. It would be signing Star Davis’s death warrant if they confronted her in Baba’s presence, so they needed to find a more subtle way to question her.
He learned from the office that Star would be taken into surgery shortly, but that Baba had already appointed an armed guard at the door of her room. He’d be there waiting when she got back from Recovery, so there would be no way to get to Star alone. With the help of the hospital administration, they organized a small undercover approach—they’d return the next morning posing as a doctor and his nurse making rounds, which would allow them to check on Star’s “recovery” without drawing any alarms from Baba’s guard.
When they got to Star’s room early the next day, Gleason was dressed in scrubs, clipboard in hand as he approached Baba’s man. He frowned at the gun he could see in the shoulder holster under his jacket.
“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Gleason asked.
Luis stuttered a moment, trying to think how to answer without antagonizing the medical staff.
“I am Luis Alvarez. I work for Mr. Baba, and at his request, I am guarding this woman while she’s healing.”
Gleason glared at him. “He thinks she’s in danger from the people who are healing her?” he snapped.
“You’ll have to speak to Mr. Baba as to why I am here. I’m only doing what I was ordered to do,” Luis said.
Gleason gave the guard a disgusted look, then stormed past him with Powers, his “nurse,” right behind him, into Star’s room, making sure the door was firmly closed behind them.
Star was awake but clearly uncomfortable. Powers positioned himself at the door to keep watch, while Gleason approached Star’s bedside.
“Good morning, Star. How are you feeling today?” Gleason asked.
“Like all the skin has been flayed from my back. How are you?”
Gleason blinked. The rage in her voice was so subdued he almost missed it.
He flashed his badge, hoping that would reassure her they were there to help, but she slapped it away.
“Doctors don’t use nurses as guards at the door. I knew who you were. Where is my son?”
“He’s safe,” Gleason said.
“I’m sure you will understand when I say I don’t believe you. If Anton finds out the two people who died in that fire were Feds, I’m dead. You know that, right?”
Gleason nodded.
“That’s why we’re here. We’re ready to put you under protective custody and—”
“I don’t trust you. I can’t. You people already promised to help me once, and that cost me my son. You nearly got us both killed! You were supposed to protect us. Where the fuck was that damn chopper when we were getting shot at?”
Gleason understood her pain, her anger. This was his job, but it was her life they were talking about. Still, he tried to remain objective. “We got a late start to the pickup site. We deeply regret what happened. We weren’t aware you were in that kind of danger.”
“You lie. I heard Lacey calling you.”
Gleason bowed his head. Damn. That wouldn’t help her ability to trust them.
“Not in time. She didn’t call in time,” he said, lowering his voice. “Star, I’m sorry. We’re all sorry. But please keep your voice down—Anton’s man is still out there.”
Star took a breath, then looked Gleason in the eye angrily. “Where is my son? I want to see him. I have to know he’s okay or this conversation is over.”
Gleason pulled out his phone and sent a quick text.
“Okay. They’re getting him to the phone. We can FaceTime. You can see him...talk to him for yourself.”
Star’s heart almost burst with relief, tears rolling down her face as they waited. But she wouldn’t let herself believe until she saw him.
The phone rang, Gleason answered, and then he moved to the side of her bed and leaned over, holding his phone in front of her face so she wouldn’t have to move.
“There’s your boy. Talk to him, but keep it quiet. That guard outside can blow this whole thing wide open.”
When Star saw her baby, her breath caught in the back of her throat. He didn’t have a scratch on him, and he was chewing on a teething biscuit. It was one of his favorite snacks. The sight of him and the crumbs on his cheeks made her heart ache. Instead of weeping, she waved.
“Sammy? Hi, baby, it’s Mommy.”
The toddler’s eyes widened, and then he was slapping at the phone and saying “Mama” over and over.
“I love you, Sammy. We’ll be together soon,” she said and blew him a kiss.
He put a fat little hand on the phone, blocking her sight, but she knew he was trying to touch her.
Gleason ended the call and dropped the phone back in his pocket.
“Where is he?” Star demanded.
“Like I told you, he’s safe.”
“That’s not good enough. I want out of here. You have to get me out now,” she said.
“We’re working on it,” Gleason said. “Just trust us. We’ll get you out of here before Anton checks you out.”
“Why are you waiting? You don’t know him. If he wants me dead, it could happen anywhere...even here.”
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