Eye Of The Storm - DK3 (56 page)

The coffee finished and Dar reached over to pour some in her cup, then used the distraction of stirring it to give herself some time to answer.

“Yeah, well,” she muttered, “I wasn’t really sure I wanted you to see that
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side of me.” She sipped the hot beverage, as her father waited patiently for her to continue. “It’s not very pleasant most of the time.”

“Paladar, it’s a damn proud thing for a father to listen to his kid stand up for herself, and everyone else like that,” Andrew told her seriously. “’Specially when folks were saying some of the stuff them bastards were saying.”

Dar smiled grimly. “That son of a bitch.” She shook her head. “I think what made me maddest was the fact that he was going after Kerry.”

Her nostrils flared. “I don’t know, Dad—maybe that idea of starting my own business was the right one after all. I don’t know how much more of this crap I want to put up with.”

“Wall, everything that lives takes a dump, Dardar. You’re always gonna hafta deal with some of it.”

Yeah.
Dar stood up and handed him the coffee cup. “Here. Let me go get this over with, then we can get out of here. I hear a stuffed sweet potato calling my name.” She put a hand on her father’s shoulder and walked past him. “Hope Kerry’s having a better day than I am.”

Andrew turned around and propped a foot up on the chair next to him, sipping the coffee thoughtfully. “I think you’re doing all right,” he murmured to the empty room. “That was some of the best verbal ball kicking I heard since boot camp.”

Footsteps coming down the hall made him look up, but he remained where he was as a tall, good looking man entered. The newcomer gave him a surprised look, then brushed by and grabbed a paper cup from the stack near the water cooler.

He attempted to fill it, but the spigot wasn’t cooperating and after a few tries, he cursed and kicked the machine viciously, making the water slosh in its glass bottle.

“Y’know,” Andrew drawled softly. “Y’d have better luck with that there thing if’n you’d turn it on.”

A pair of narrow, angry eyes looked around at him. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Jest trying to help.” The ex-SEAL took a swallow of coffee and waggled his foot.

“Are you cleaning staff? Don’t you have something you need to be doing?”

“Ahm on a coffee break.” Andy held up his cup. “That there power switch is behind that white doo dad, by the by.” He studied the man carefully, a quiet, almost playful smile shaping his lips, which didn’t reach the cold blue eyes above them.

Ankow switched the device on, and it hummed obediently.

“Thanks.” He tossed over his shoulder, visibly still annoyed at the scruffy, older man sprawled comfortably on the chairs.

“Mah pleasure.”

“Jerk,” Ankow muttered softly under his breath, as he grabbed his cup, put it under the spigot, and turned it on sharply. The top popped off and a fountain of ice cold water hit him in the face and he yelled, releas-308
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ing it and slamming a fist against the device in fury.

It toppled over, sending the glass water tank crashing to the ground and a spray of glass and liquid out, dousing him thoroughly. “Son of a bitch!”

Andy chuckled.

The drenched man turned. “It’s not fucking funny, so shut your mouth, old man.”

“Wall, sonny, I ain’t the one standing there all wet then, am I?” Andy sipped his coffee, completely at his ease. “You oughta watch that temper now. It’ll get you in trouble one of these fine days.”

Ankow brushed the front of his jacket off, walked over to the seated man and stood over him with an aggressive posture. “You think so?” he asked softly.

“Yeap.”

“I think it’s you who’s asking for trouble, old man.” Ankow’s eyes glinted dangerously. “Your break’s over. Get lost.”

Andrew put his cup down on the table and folded his arms. “Testy little feller, ain’t ya?” He chuckled. “What’s the matter? Some girl tweak yer shorts?”

“Oh. I am just in the mood for someone like you.” Ankow snarled, lunging forward and reaching for the very welcome outlet for his temper.

Andy hooked the younger man behind the knee with his propped foot and yanked him forward and off balance. Then he coiled his other leg up and lashed out, catching Ankow in the gut with a vicious kick that sent him sprawling back onto the ground. “See thar? You just got to watch that temper, boy,” he drawled, resuming his comfortable posture.

Ankow rolled with the motion and got to his feet, then grabbed a chair and lifted it over his head.

“Ya’ll don’t want to do that,” Andrew warned.

The chair descended, hitting wood and steel as the older man slipped out of the way, ducking gracefully around his antagonist and waiting for him to go past. Then he whirled and executed a perfectly timed roundhouse kick that nailed Ankow in the side of the head and threw him against the wall.

He stumbled back and turned to see Andrew waiting for him, balanced over slightly bent knees. “I think I need to call security.”

“Ah think you need to change yer diapers.” Andy came at him, grabbed him before he could move and took him down with a powerful twist of his body. He landed on top of the younger man, pinning him down and landing a knee firmly on his genitals.

Ankow’s mouth opened, but no sound came out and his eyes bugged as his adversary leaned forward and rested his weight on his chest so that they were eye to eye.

“Now,” Andrew said softly, “you are going to listen to me, Mr.

David Ankow, former Army Ranger, who is a sorry pissant example of a soldier.”

Ankow stared at him. “Who the fuck are you?” he managed to
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squeak out.

Andy reached out and put a hold on his neck, making his face redden as the blood pooled. “Ah’m Dar’s daddy.” The eyes widened, and he smiled. “And ah do not take kindly to you messing with her.” He leaned closer. “So you are gonna cease and desist bothering my little girl, or I will surely turn you into Julianne human being. Do you understand me, boy?”

“I’ll sue you for this.”

“Only if’n you want me tellin’ the police about that little patch you stuck on my kid down south,” Andrew drawled. “Which I will tell you is more than enough for me to want to toss you out that there window.”

Ankow was silent.

Andrew released him, stood, stepped out of any possible range with a smooth, even motion, and waited. He would either run or fight, the ex-SEAL knew, and he was stupid enough to do the latter. “Ah think it’s time for you to leave, boy.”

Ankow got up in a crouch, then slowly straightened, obviously in pain. He edged out of the room without further comment and slunk down the hallway. Andy heard the door to the bathroom open and close, and only then did he relax and brush his shirt off, mentally reviewing the incident.

Well. Coulda been worse
. He picked up the scattered chairs and set them right, then ambled over and studied the mess of the water cooler, turning when a low throat clearing sounded behind him.

Alastair was in the doorway. “What happened here?”

Andy tugged at an earlobe. “Feller came in, didn’t like the water, I suppose,” he remarked. “Picky folks you got around here.”

Alastair walked gingerly into the room and surveyed the damage, then eyed Andy dubiously. “I don’t suppose it was a tall guy, in a light gray suit was it?”

“Ah do believe it was,” Andy allowed.

“Uh huh.” The CEO sighed and gave the taller man a wry look. Very innocent blue eyes looked back at him in a very familiar way. “Commander Roberts, why is it that I get the feeling the apple on my payroll didn’t fall very far from the tree?”

“Beats me,” Andy rasped. “Y’all about done in there?”

“Yes,” Alastair murmured. “I just want to have a little private meeting with Dar before we all leave.” He turned and put a hand on the open doorjamb. “I’ll call the cleaning crew up to take care of this.” With a shake of his head, he left, and Andy wandered over to re-secure his cup of coffee.

Old man, huh?

A salt and pepper eyebrow quirked.

You can jest kiss mah ass
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KERRY SHIFTED IN her seat for the hundredth time, listening to the 310
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repetitive questions being put to her siblings. Michael had been called up and had to answer honestly to how much their parents had supported him, including the six years he’d muddled through college and the fact that they’d bought him a townhouse in Michigan and paid for his car.

It had been a little embarrassing. At least Angie was married and had her own home, bought by her well off husband, Richard. Angie looked terrible though, Kerry realized, pale and drawn even taking her pregnancy into account. She felt bad for her sister, but Angie wouldn’t even meet her eyes in the audience.

Michael had gone back to sit next to her after his testimony, though, and the two dark heads were bent together in obvious collaboration.

“This has got to be killing you,” Ceci murmured sympathetically.

“You have no idea.” Kerry sighed, sliding her fingers through her hair and rubbing the back of her neck. “It’s not like we haven’t always had the press sniffing around, but to have to sit up there like that…Jesus.”

Ceci patted her arm. “Hang in there, Kerry. It won’t last forever.

Maybe the worst is over for you. I’d think they’d move on to more fertile ground.”

“Mmph.” Kerry looked around, then faced Ceci. “Thank you again, by the way, for hanging around here with me.” She managed a smile. “I only wish I knew what was going on with—yow!” Kerry jumped, as her cell phone vibrated, since she’d turned off the audible tones in deference to the crowd. “Jesus, I hate that.”

Ceci eyed her in mild alarm, but refrained from commenting.

“Hello?” Kerry murmured into the instrument.

“Kerry?”

“Hey. I was just thinking about you,” Kerry replied, hearing a tired, but not horrible tone in Dar’s voice. “How’s it going?”

“I was just going to ask you the same question.” Her lover chuckled.

“We’re about finished here. I worked out a deal. Things are status quo.”

Kerry blinked at the casual statement, as though Dar had arranged to have her car waxed or something. “Oh. Hey, great. We’re almost done here, too, I think. At least for today. It’s been,” she sighed, “interesting.”

“In the Chinese sense?”

“Yeah.”

“Ah,” Dar replied. “Well, I’m just waiting for Alastair to come back so we can wrap things up. Dad and I are going to grab dinner near here, then see if we can catch a flight up there.”

“Good Lord, Dar, you guys don’t have to all come up here, you know,” Kerry protested mildly. “Why don’t you go home and relax? I think I’ll only be another day or so, at the most.”

There was a distinct pause and a little silence at the other end. “All right. If that’s what you want,” Dar finally answered, in a subdued tone.

Be honest, or...
Kerry sensed the hurt on the other end of the phone.

“No, it’s not what I want.” She sighed. “I was just trying to be nice and self-sacrificing and unselfish and all that good stuff.”

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“Ah.” Dar laughed softly.

“We’ve just got so much work to do, and I really didn’t want you thinking that I considered you my personal walking and talking security blanket.” Kerry kept her voice very low, but was aware of the tiny smirk on Ceci’s face. “I think I’m amusing the hell out of your mother.”

“I bet.” Dar chuckled. “Well, I gotta go. We’ll see you all later tonight, okay?”

“More than okay.” Kerry balanced the situation here, with the one she knew Dar was in and decided she’d love the ability to crawl through the phone and come out the other side. Even Houston beat this. “Be safe.”

She closed the phone and tucked it away, then folded her arms as the lawyers all gathered up near the council table, muttering to each other.

She felt a hot light on her face and only just kept from looking, as she realized she was being filmed by the reporters.

God.
Her jaw moved.
I’d almost forgotten what that felt like.
“We’re on
Candid Camera
,” she murmured to Ceci, who had her arms resting on the chair backs in front of them and was watching things with mild interest.

“Is this where Allen Funt comes out in a clown suit?” she remarked.

“You’re also the subject of attention across the aisle.”

“Great.”

“Who’s the young, blond guy?”

Kerry hesitated. “Brian. He’s a family friend.”

“He keeps looking at you.”

“I’m supposed to be married to him and have a kid by now.” Kerry managed a wry smile, then glanced down. “Or at least have one on the way.” She patted her stomach.

Cecilia’s pale gray eyes fixed on her, then shifted across the aisle, then moved back. “Really?”

Kerry nodded. “Actually, it’s kind of a secret, but Angie’s baby is his.”

Dar’s mother rubbed the bridge of her small, finely shaped nose. “I thought she was married to that tall man over there?”

“She is.”

Ceci regarded her with a curious expression. “You ever consider contacting Jerry Springer?”

Kerry giggled unexpectedly at that, covering her mouth to keep from bursting out laughing. The light lingered on her for a minute then she felt it go off, as the camera’s attention turned elsewhere. “Oh god. That was funny.”

“I was serious,” Ceci muttered. “You could get a novel out of this at the least.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, that will be all for today. All those who were under subpoena today please return here tomorrow morning to continue the investigation. Opposing council has requested time to question some of the depositions taken today.”

“Yippee,” Kerry murmured. “Well, they’re attacking over there.

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her jacket off, then edged down the aisle with Ceci behind her. A loud voice drew their eyes and Kerry saw one of her father’s lawyers arguing with “the other woman.”

“I’ve got a right to be here!” the woman yelled. “So get your hands off me, you pig!”