Part 23 (2/2)
”What'd you say?”
”Nothing, Joe. But you were right.”
”About what?!”
”I'm a mess.”
”Would I lie?” Adler laughed. ”Listen, maybe I'd better stay overnight, just in case you need anything or if you want to make a return trip to the hospital since you can't drive.”
”That's not gonna happen, but, sure, stay if you want. You know where everything is, including the fridge. I'll get you sheets and a pillow.” He turned down the hallway. ”I'm gonna go wash off and put on some clean clothes. Then I want you to fill in all the blanks from the other night.”
Adler went to the fridge and called after him, ”Want anything to drink?”
”Just water.”
”I believe I'll have a root beer.” He dumped ice cubes in a tall gla.s.s, then filled it with fresh water. As he carried both to the living room, he said over his shoulder, ”I left a message with the President's secretary, confirming our meeting with him tomorrow morning at 1030 hours.” No answer. The water in the bathroom sink was running full blast.
Several minutes later, and wearing gray sweatpants, Grant walked barefoot into the living room. He dropped the sheets and pillow on the couch. ”Thanks,” he said taking the gla.s.s, just as the phone rang. ”Stevens.”
”My friend, you are home!”
”Hey, Grigori. Yeah, Joe and I just got here.”
”How are you feeling, Grant?”
”I'll live.”
”Alexandra and I would like to see you tomorrow, if you are up to it.”
”Sure. You wanna come here?”
”No. You and Joe come for lunch. Alexandra insists.”
”We'll be there! I'll call you before we leave.”
”All right, my friend.”
”See ya, Grigori.” He turned to Adler. ”Lunch with the Moshenkos tomorrow.”
”No problem here! Hey, you realize we still keep calling them by their real names?”
”Yeah, I know. Just can't get used to 'Leonov.' As long as we don't slip up around anybody else, they should be okay.” (”Leonov” was the cover name given to the Moshenkos when they defected.) Adler opened the root beer, took a gulp, then noticed blood trickling from under Grant's bandage. ”Whoa! You need that dressing changed. Come into the bathroom and I'll take care of it.”
Grant leaned back against the edge of the sink, as Adler started removing the old bandage. ”My brain's still not working right, Joe.”
”Do you think maybe it's because you've been bashed in the head one too many times these past couple of years?” He opened the medicine cabinet door, took out a bottle of antiseptic, then dabbed the wound with a piece of gauze. ”Doc did a good job with the st.i.tches. You'll be pretty as new in no time.” He taped a new dressing in place. ”You've got one thing going in your favor.”
Grant looked up through squinted eyes. ”What's that?”
”Well, it could be worse. You could still be in la-la-land.”
Grant finally smiled. ”And that's supposed to make me feel better?”
”I can only do so much.”
”Guess I had my 'head up my a.s.s' thinking this s.h.i.+t would be over once we left the Navy.”
”It'll never be over until we're rocking on a porch somewhere, and keeping our teeth in a bedside gla.s.s.”
”Remind me about that next time! C'mon,” he said, leading the way into the living room. ”Fill me in.”
”I was hoping you could fill me in. You must've had a conversation with Jack. I'd like to hear about it.”
Grant sat on the couch, with Adler opposite him. ”It's starting to come back, Joe. But my question to you is how the h.e.l.l did you find me?”
”You don't remember me telling you?” Grant shook his head. ”After I discovered you weren't in your apartment, I got on a conference call with the guys and Scott. We hashed out ever possible scenario, every location. I ruled out you were with Grigori. So, I hung out at my place while Scott made inquiries. Everybody but Mike took off in their cars, trying to pick up a trail, hoping they'd find. . .”
”What? My body?”
Adler shook his head. ”No, but we didn't have squat to go on, Skipper. I had Mike come to my apartment just in case we got a lead, so I'd have backup.”
”Then you found me, but how, Joe?”
”Your new friend. Nick.”
”Nick?! But, how? That doesn't make sense! I mean. . . Jesus! He was at the emba.s.sy! What. . .”
Adler held up his hand. ”Will you let me answer?!”
”Sure. Sure.”
”For obvious reasons, he couldn't give me complete details, and was talking kinda fast, but the other KGB guy at the emba.s.sy followed Jack home, overheard a very heated phone conversation with someone. Jack said he was planning to kidnap you the following night, take you to his house, and then. . .” He pointed two fingers at Grant. ”Boom.”
”How'd he do it, Joe? How'd Nick contact you?”
”He let his 'fingers do the walking' and looked me up in the phone book.”
”No s.h.i.+t?!”
”No s.h.i.+t. Plus, he used an emba.s.sy phone. And in case you're wondering why it took so long for us to get to you, he'd fallen asleep.”
Grant ma.s.saged his arm. ”Understandable. He probably hadn't slept since well before we got him in Shannon. Plus the interrogation. Plus the accident.”
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