turn.”
“That was over a week ago,” Williams said. “Agent Carson Dodge was shot three times and remains in a Florida hospital. Rosina and Arkady have disappeared. No one has seen either one. And the best part is everyone thinks you’re dead.”
“Everyone?”
“Everyone. Even Carson Dodge. Anyone who knew you or was close to you. It’s for your own safety.”
“What happens if Rosina gets away? It’ll crush her if she thinks I’m dead.”
“As soon as we have her, we’ll tell her the truth.”
Darwin turned his head and twisted as far away from the men as he could to hide his grief. Where was his wife? What had happened to her? She could be anywhere—dead in the Florida swamps, a captive of a maniacal killer or starving and still on the run. Why did this have to happen? They were in separate countries, a three-hour plane ride away from each other. There was no way Darwin could protect her from here.
“Darwin, we’re going to need a full statement.”
He didn’t look at the men. “Not right now. Tell me what else you have. How did the Russians find the safe house where Rosina was being kept? I understood it was classified because of what happened the last time.” He rolled over and eyed Williams up and down. He couldn’t help but feel anger toward the FBI who had betrayed him time and again. “Wasn’t it only Carson and Greg who knew where she was?”
“That’s what we understood.”
“So, what went wrong?”
Williams looked at his partner for support. Agent Scott said, “We’re looking into that.”
“Well, fucking look harder,” Darwin shouted. “There’s a scared lonely girl out there trying to stay alive while every fucking Mafia boss in North America is after her. Isn’t it your job to protect and serve or something?” He leaned back on the pillow, his anger spent as the pain in his head rose. The throbbing angered him further. He clenched his teeth and breathed deep, trying not to lose control. It would be the wrong thing to do just ten minutes out of a coma.
“Maybe we should come back after you’ve slept more,” Williams said. “We need a detailed statement and descriptions of all the people you came into contact with. You got a rare glimpse into their warehouse and what went on there.” Williams adjusted his suit jacket. “We lost three RCMP officers from the emergency task force in that explosion. Inside the building, they found a Chinese man who appeared to be dead before the bomb went off and four female bodies we’re still trying to identify. A couple of them fell under the bus you were driving. You need to rethink your position here and watch the anger, Darwin. We have enough to charge you on multiple counts of manslaughter, but until we get all the facts we’re willing to work with you. Do you understand what I’ve explained to you?”
Darwin wanted to get out of the hospital bed, lift Williams over his head and shove him through the hospital window. Arkady killed those people while he was trying to kill Darwin. It was a miracle that Darwin was still alive. How dare they entertain charging him with anything?
“This is a joke,” Darwin said, his voice a little above a whisper.
“Let’s go,” Williams said to his partner. Near the door, he turned back. “I’ll excuse your anger as the pain killers talking.”
Darwin was alone. Seconds later, the door opened again. The RCMP officer returned and walked up to his bedside.
“I gotta stick around in here,” he said.
“Do what you have to do.”
“Those guys are assholes, eh?” The cop seemed sincere. “I mean, you’re a hero. How the hell did you get out of that warehouse?” He stopped talking, moved the chair and cleared his throat. “But the best part is the media don’t know shit.”
“What? Why not?”
“There’s a publication ban on the details of what happened at the warehouse.”
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