Justified Means (Book One) (The Agency Files) (11 page)

“
Wha—”

“
I got your bedroom cleaned and fresh sheets on an air mattress. The room is free of critters and ready for a good night’s sleep.”

“
Is it night already?”

“
It will be soon. Just knock when you want out again.”

Erika fumbled for the dishpan he carried, and then sighed in relief as her body settled again.
“‘kay.”

It felt like an insult to lock her in the room, but clearly something they
’d done had given away their location. They had to return to strict protocol, regardless of how unnecessary some of it seemed. He stared at the mess before him for a moment, wishing for the cushy Secret Service job that didn’t require housekeeping skills before he went to rinse his rags. Time to attack the kitchen.

The mouse droppings in the cupboards and along the baseboards
nauseated him. Bugs, spiders, and even a couple of harmless snakes ended up flattened or tossed through the door as he worked. The tasks, though tedious, inconvenient and sent him into fits of coughing at times, had a cathartic quality to them. As he worked, his mind went over everything he could imagine that could have given away their position.

His first thought was her escape.
Had they somehow been followed in the beginning and lost whoever was pursuing them? Had she been seen and followed? It didn’t seem likely. They’d waited too long to strike for that to be the case. Even if she had managed to evade following, anyone with any experience could have sent a helicopter over that part of the area to find where she likely went. However, it was an option. He’d have to be vigilant to avoid being outside during the day. Period.

His second option seemed the most likely.
They’d managed to trace her phone. If that was the case, they’d watched Karen for a week before she made that call from the cabin. It didn’t make sense that they’d put a trace app on her cell phone. Why wouldn’t they have just killed her instead? However, it seemed more logical than his third option.

As he scrubbed the table, he fought the idea that someone within the agency
had fed the information to someone in Anastas’ organization. If it wasn’t so unlikely, it would be his best bet. It ticked all boxes and filled all holes. His only comfort was that they hadn’t lost a witness in over two years. It seemed unlikely that this case, as serious as it was, would inspire any of his coworkers to betray not only those in their care, but each other as well.

Once
he finished scrubbing all surfaces within the cabin, Keith went to work securing anything that could be used as a weapon against him. Now that he’d had to drug her, he needed to go back to treating her as a potential threat to their safety. The thought frustrated him. He didn’t expect to be friends with her—that was unreasonable. However, pleasant cohabitation during their incarceration wasn’t too much to ask, was it? Well, it was now.

Before he finished, her knock came in the form of pounding.
Outside, the sun slowly set, giving them little time to eat before it was too dark to see. Flashlights were now impossible, and the lanterns would be worse. From now on, they had to avoid anything that drew attention to the cabin—particularly light.

“
You feeling better?” he called as he unlocked the bolts on the door.

“
Yeah. A little. I need food.”

She might have felt a little better, but Erika looked pallid—almost grotesque.
“I’ve got some beef jerky and some of your greens, which we need to eat before they go bad, but we have to eat quickly.”

“
Why?”

“
It’s hard to see what you’re doing in the dark.”

“
We don’t even have a flashlight?” The look on her face—priceless. Erika stepped into the bathroom, jerking the chain behind her, and slammed the door. “Why is this happening?”

“
I don’t know. I can’t talk to Karen unless it’s absolutely necessary. I have a few theories, but none of them are good ones. Either they are too flawed or too horrible to trust.”

He kept talking, through the door, as he dragged out their produce and rinsed everything.
The salad would be crude, but that they had it had to be a plus—certainly better than none.  Well, better to a girl like Erika anyway.  He had his doubts.

“
Hey, how do I flush this toilet? The thing doesn’t work.”

“
I’ll get it.” That was another part of this change he wouldn’t like.
Toilet duty. Oh, joy.

Erika stood in the doorway, watching as he pulled the lid off the tank and filled it with water.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“
Sorry. I didn’t refill after I flushed your lunch down. Just let me know when you’ve used it, and I’ll fill it up again.”

“
I can fill it. I’m not that pathetic.”

He started to argue; after all, it was his job.
One look at Erika’s face and he changed his mind. Women like Erika had something to prove, and Keith Auger wasn’t up to the “Anything you can do” duet. “Fine. Just fill that bucket halfway, and you’ll be fine.” He pointed to the kitchen. “Better eat. The light is going fast.”

As she chewed her beef jerky, Keith weighed the pros and cons of offering the herbal supplement designed to help speed the eradication of the drug from her body.
Should he just tell her to take it and hope she listened? Could he sneak it into her salad dressing? She was contrary enough to make insisting on it a battle, but if she caught him sneaking…

“
Ok, we’ve got an herbal supplement that helps detox your liver. If you want to get the drugs out of your system quickly, I’d recommend it, but it’s up to you.”

“
What’s in it?”

“
Dandelion, milk thistle, fennel… I can’t remember it all. I’d give you the bottle, but I don’t have it.”

“
Will you take one if I do?”

“
Sure. Liver health is important for everyone, right?” He pulled out the small baggie from his jacket pocket and handed it to her. “Take two out and pass them over. I’ll take ‘em first.”

Apparently, he
’d done something right. She hardly hesitated once he’d downed the ones she chose for him. Of course, it meant a dose she wouldn’t get, but it was better than her getting nothing. “Once it’s dark, I’m going to go out and beat that mattress and the couch. I didn’t notice any signs of animals chewing on them—how I am not sure—but I’ll look closer tomorrow. Once the dust is gone, it won’t be so nasty to sit or lay on them.”

“
But you’re doing it after dark so no one can see you.”

“
Right.”

“
This is insane,” she muttered as she speared another bite of salad.

“
I agree.”

“
Can I take a bath?”

Without answering, he stood, grabbed a large pot, and pumped it
half-full of water. Once the flame lit, he frowned. A roll of aluminum foil in one of the drawers gave him an idea, and Keith used it to make a shield around the flame. He moved the mattress in front of the kitchen window and opened the door wide enough to block a view of the flame. “That’ll have to do.”

“
You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”

“
Because I’d do it for fun otherwise, right?” Sarcasm wouldn’t help things, but he spoke before he thought. Then again, it might help his mental attitude.

Erika stood, shoved her chair away from her, sending it crashing to the floor, and stormed to the bathroom.
Seconds later, she burst through the door again in search of her duffel bag. “The tub is full. There’s something soaking in it.”

The temptation to swear had never been quite so strong, but Keith resisted.
“Then I’d suggest you help me wring it out, or you can forget the bath.”

The soft rhythmic whap, whap of an unknown origin woke her in the wee hours. Panicked, she pounded on the door, begging and crying to be freed from the prison that she was sure would become her tomb. Keys rattled in locks before she heard the bars slide sideways. Erika jumped as the door bumped her in the head. Heedless of her previous disdain, anger, and fear of Keith, she threw herself at him, trembling. “What do we do?”

“
For what?”

“
Didn’t you hear it? It woke me up— a helicopter!”

The tension in his features, neck, and arms
became instantly noticeable. “Stay right here. Don’t move until I come back.”

Clutching his shirt, Erika pleaded with him not to leave her.
“I won’t run. I won’t do anything. If they shoot you, I’ll be locked—”

Furious that he ignored her pleas,
Erika glowered as he dashed outside, stayed out for what seemed like half an eternity, and then strolled back in again. “I’m going to see something. Tell me if you hear it again.”

Seconds later, the sound returned, but this time,
Erika recognized it. “I can’t believe he’s out there beating the mattresses and furniture while he should be sleeping.”

Disgusted, she slammed the door behind her and crawled back up on the bed, feeling betrayed.
She’d done her part, and Keith had abused her trust with the injection. Remembering the way she clutched at him, revolted her. How could she be so weak?

After a gentle knock, the knob turned and Erika forced herself not to stiffen.
“Erika? Was that it?”

“
You know it was.”

“
I’m glad you called for me. Thank you.”

She sat up and stared at the faint shadow in the darkness.
“Thank you for what?”

“
If I’d been asleep, I might have missed it. I appreciate it.” She saw his hands move and winced, dreading the touch she expected, but it never came. In the near blackness, she saw the faint outline of his arms bent as his hands rested on his hips.

“
Great, you scare me to death, and then you thank me for overreacting. Yeah. That makes sense.”

Even with as little as she could see, Erika knew he stiffened.
His jaw had probably gone rigid and the cold, steely look must have overtaken his eyes—as always. Keith turned as if to leave, and then sighed. “I’m sorry, Erika. I’m doing everything I can to make your stay as comfortable as possible. I know it’s not enough, but I’m trying.”

“
You should be sleeping.” She’d tried to make it a dig, but it sounded like concern, and she knew it.

“
I know.”

The door started to close.
Though she knew she should let him go, the impulse to ask overtook her resolve. “Why?”

“
Why what?”

“
Why are you out there beating the furniture?”

“
Because I can’t do it during the day.”

“
But why do it at all?” Erika made a note to learn to curb her curiosity.

“
If you have to be here for a few more weeks, without electricity, the least I can do is try to make the house comfortable.” The door shut quietly behind him.

Staring off into the inkiness, Erika forced
herself to do the one thing that rankled most. “Keith?” Her voice was quiet—too quiet, really. The chances of him hearing her weren’t –-

The door opened.
“Yeah?”

“
Thanks.”

Her apology stunned him.
After a week of antagonism, he hadn’t expected the side of her personality that forced her to go against her personal comfort zone in order to do what she thought was right. Of course, she was irritated and distrustful. Who wouldn’t be?

After another half hour of batting p
ractice on the furniture, Keith sprayed it all with Lysol, and while it aired, took a quick, cold bath. As he slid down into the sleeping bag, his muscles sighing with relief, Keith slid his phone open and peeked at the time. Two-thirty. He’d get four hours sleep— if he was lucky.