“I don’t think we can. This may be our one shot to get answers and save many lives.”
“Fuck it! What do we do?”
“We find a surgeon.”
Chapter Six
Ethan
Blayne put the gun down as he grabbed his phone off the kitchen table and immediately started flying his fingers across the screen. Ethan paced. He had placed his cell phone in his pocket. Every few seconds, he had the urge to dial either nine-one-one or Mr. J. and wash his hands of this.Sure, Blayne would be mad at me, but we’d be alive. And this woman, this Dr. Hennigan, would be out of our hair forever. But he didn’t do it. He couldn’t betray Blayne like that. And a part of Ethan was just as curious as Blayne about the answers Dr. Hennigan offered.
“I got a surgeon,” Blayne said, coming up behind him. Blayne wrapped his arms around Ethan and kissed him gently on the neck. “It’s going to be okay.”
“None of this is okay. I hope you realize that.”
“I do. And I know you disagree with not calling someone for help. I just have a hunch that we’re making the right decision.”
“A hunch? You know who else had a hunch? Quasimodo. And he died in the end.”
“True, but he was holding on to his dear love, Esmerelda.”
“I’m letting you know now,” Ethan said with zero emotion. “I will not let myself starve to death clutching your lifeless body.”
Blayne’s lip quirked, a hint of a smile.
“What?” Ethan asked.
“I never knew you were a fan of Victor Hugo.”
“Well, Mr. Dickenson, you still don’t know a lot about me. And it so happens that I wrote a paper on Quasi as an undergrad. Don’t forget, I have a degree in business. So, there’s more to this body than a pretty face. I do have a brain.”
“That you do.” Blayne wrapped his arms around Ethan’s lower back and leaned down to kiss him before pulling away. “That you do.”
There was a knock on the door. Ethan’s head swiveled and his heartbeat sped.
“That would be the good doctor making a house call.”
Blayne let go of Ethan and walked over to the front door.
“Arthur, so glad you could join us.”
“How could I turn down a threesome with you and Ethan?” Dr. Arnold Giest-Mueler said as he entered. “I mean, it’s not every day that one gets this opportunity.”
“And unfortunately, that opportunity isn’t today either,” Blayne said. Ethan had been blocking the view of Dr. Hennigan, so he stepped to the side. “We need your help.”
“What the hell?” Arnold said as he rushed to Dr. Hennigan’s side. “What’s going on?”
“She was shot,” Ethan said.
“By you?”
“We found her like this.”
“Who is she?” Arnold was already laying her down and inspecting the wound. He found the belt holding the blood-soaked material to Dr. Hennigan’s side.
“As for who she is,” Blayne said, “you’d be better off not knowing.”
Arnold had his cell phone in hand and was dialing.
