Bernard DeLeo - Cold Blooded

“I like that,” Nick smiled, sealing the Senator’s mouth once more, as his knee dug in again. “Bad men to end the lives of the ones who cross the line. Works for me, Tony. Adios.”

“Sorry we had to leave so quickly, Danger,” Nick told Jean, sliding in behind the steering wheel and looking back at the little girl with her ever present lap dog.

“It’s okay, Nick.” Jean shrugged. “I’m getting to like this traveling. We get to stay in different cool places. Too bad it’s so hard to find places that’ll take Deke.”

“It usually just takes a little extra money.” He started the Escalade.

“Are we going to Washington D.C.?”

“Why would we go there?”

“To meet up with your friend, Frank.”

Nick feigned surprise. “I’m shocked at you, Rachel. I think you’re getting a little bloodthirsty, my dear. We can’t just flit around the country, hunting poor dupes of the government/media complex down on a whim. You are a monster. Shame on you.”

Halfway through his performance, Jean was giggling, and Rachel’s mouth had dropped open in actual shock. Her eyes narrowed suddenly. She punched Nick’s arm.

“Okay, good one.” She leaned back, arms folded across her chest. “My daughter seems to know when you’re making fun of me faster than I do. How sad is that? Now, where the hell are we going, and do you think I’ll ever get the job at your friend’s café in Pacific Grove?”

“That’s our goal.” Nick steered the Cadillac out onto the road. “We’re heading for Sarasota. I’m hoping to be in Missouri before we call it quits today. We’ll take Danger to the best hotel we can find. You and Deke should be entertained enough with the portable Playstation and DVD player, right Danger?”

“Sure Nick, but we are going to stop to eat, aren’t we?”

“Yep. But I’d like to be out of Colorado when we do. We’ll stop the moment we get into Kansas. As for my old buddy, Frank, we’re going to play a little game with him and buy some time. I’m going to wait for his call and -”

“Pretend you’re coming after him,” Rachel interrupted, grabbing Nick’s arm. “You are such a monster. He’ll be going nuts wondering when and where.”

“Is this my plan or yours, Miss I’m Going To D.C.?” Nick glanced at her with an award winning look of annoyance. She’s good . “Yes, I’m betting Frank has to pretend he doesn’t know anything about anything. It will be impossible for the weasel to simply take off, especially when they find the surprises we’ve left behind. He knows I would arrive in a roundabout fashion, so who knows how big a dragnet he’ll put out for me between Colorado and D.C.? If I convince him I’m coming, he knows I’ll recon every possible item in his life. He will indeed be preoccupied with my arrival-enough so he will pull his resources out of Sarasota.”

“Leaving us to deal only with the thugs we expected before.”

“That’s the plan. I figure we can take our time once we split off for the South.”

“You’ll have to be subtle and not openly threaten him. If…what?” Rachel laughed, seeing the quick glances she was getting from Nick as she lectured him on the obvious. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to insinuate you don’t already have every detail of your conversation with Frank planned out, Master.”

“Very well, you’re forgiven, young Jedi.” Nick glanced back at Jean, who had her Playstation already out and headphones on. “I figure the room-temperature Senator will be discovered very soon. It’ll be interesting to hear how the cops play it out with what I left them. Frank will know instantly, which will lead him to try and make immediate contact with 'Beavis and Butthead,' who are also at room-temperature. I’ll bet he doesn’t have any assets in the area to clean up the mess either. Although I took all their personal stuff, you can bet their DNA and fingerprints are on file somewhere. They’ll be looking into that scene very closely. I believe he’ll be calling right around the time we stop to eat.”

“Those guys… the sniper team…do -”

“Don’t go there, Rachel,” Nick cautioned. “They were paid to take us out. We’re driving toward Kansas because we were better.”

“You were better.”

“When you told me to hold up at the door, I was going in. Chances are, without my spotter, I’d be dead. You can bet ‘Beavis and Butthead’ had skills. Don’t short change yourself. If all goes as planned, you and I may develop into one of the best teams around.”

“As long as we don’t raise Jean up in the family business, I’ll go where you go.”

“Hey, don’t limit your daughter’s potential, Mom.”

“Not funny!”

“Calm down.” Nick laughed. “Hell, you figured to be dead by now.”

“We’ll never really be safe after this, will we, Nick?” Rachel reached over to put a hand on his thigh.

“No one is really safe. Many times, having value means greater safety. If we make it through this, we’ll be quite valuable. Unfortunately, it may mean I won’t be able to put a bullet in that prick Frank’s head for a while.”

Later, Nick exited for gas and a pit stop off Route 70, in a town called Brewster, past the Colorado/Kansas border. As he drove toward the indicated gas station and restaurant his satellite phone vibrated next to him. He grinned over at Rachel, who was shaking her head.

“Now that’s timing.” Nick saw Frank’s ID on the digital readout as he picked up the phone. “Assassins R Us, Nick speaking, how may I direct your call?”

“I know what you’re thinking, Nick,” Frank said.

“No, you don’t.”

“You’re wasting your time. You’ll never get to me.”

“Why…whatever do you mean, Frank?” Nick asked in a lilting voice. “Has something happened to make you think you’re in danger?”

“I…I have to hand it to you. They think Ambrose had some kind of attack. They’re hushing it up because of the mistress waking next to him with no idea what happened.”

“Gee, that works out really well for you, Frank. Maybe you were a little shortsighted in your cleanup idea.”

“Small damn doubt about that. Jesus! You can’t really be coming to D.C., Nick. You’re not that stupid.”

“Now see, I don’t really think of a nice trip to the nation’s capital as stupid. I consider it kind of a vacation-or even an adventure.” He pulled off the road for a moment to finish the call, with Rachel watching him closely.

Frank's voice came across as slightly panicked. “What can I do to make this right, Nick? I’m really in a position to help you.”

“How sweet, you’re going to help me now.”

“Don’t be an ass. We can work this out.”

“Let me think about it for a couple weeks, Frank. Maybe you’ll be around when I make the decision-or maybe not.”

Nick ended the call and steered onto the roadway again.

“How we doing?”she asked.

“Five by five, Rach, five by five.”

Rachel checked the speedometer once more, glad for the cruise control. It had taken them over ten hours, with stops for gas and food, to get across Kansas. Every time she had taken the Escalade off cruise control and operated the gas pedal manually, Nick had been forced to nudge her back down to seventy miles per hour. He kept reminding her that the last thing in the world they needed was to be stopped for speeding. After an hour of driving, seventy seemed like twenty on the highway. I’ve had about as much of the amber waves of grain as I can take without going stark raving mad.

“Did you say something?”

“I’m sorry.” She met Nick’s gaze. “Did I curse Kansas out loud?”