The Memory Agent & Fool Me Once (19 page)

“I’m not going
anywhere, not until Detective Winton is out of surgery and safe,” Jillian
claims, holding her ground.

“I’ll take
care of her,” Quentin reassures the captain.
 

“When the feds
show up, she’s going to have to go with them,” the captain informs them.

“I'm going to
go wash up.”
 
Jillian says as she
looks at Derek’s blood all over her.
Jillian heads to the
bathroom.

Jillian enters
the ladies room.
 
At the sink
Jillian rinses the blood off of herself.
 
When she looks up in the mirror, Knox is standing behind her.
 
Jillian gasps.

The doctor
joins Quentin.
 
“Detective Winton
is out of surgery and awake.
 
He'd
like to see you and Miss March.”

“Thanks doc,
I’ll go get Miss March,” Quentin heads for the ladies room.
 
He opens the door and calls in.
 
“Jillian?”
 
There’s no answer.
 
He rushes in to see that there appears to have been a struggle.

Quentin hightails
it out of the ladies room and runs into Derek’s hospital room.

Derek is in
bed, his shoulder bandaged.
 
“Where's Jillian?”

“They got her,
Win.”
 
She went to the ladies room
to wash up and now she’s gone.

“
Dammit
!!
 
Get me my jacket.”
 
Quentin grabs the jacket from Derek’s
pile of clothes on the bedside chair.
 
Derek removes the tracking unit from the pocket.
 
He sees the bleep and sees that the
bleep is heading for the city’s port.

Derek hops out
of bed.
 
“We’ve got to go get her,
Quen
.”

“You're in no
shape to go anywhere,” Quentin points out the obvious.

*****

Knox drives
his cruiser down a city street heading for the port.
 
Jillian, with a new shiner on her eye, is cuffed in the
backseat.

Knox snarls at
her through the rearview mirror.
 
“Since you have caused us so much grief, and so many men, you fucking
little bitch, Mr. Bosovich has new plans for you.
 
You're going to be a gift to the Russian crew of one of his
cargo ships. The crew will manhandle you for the entire voyage back to the
motherland and then dispose of your used and abused body.”

Jillian
nervously plays with Derek's wristwatch.

Quentin drives
his pick-up truck down a city street heading for the port.
 
Derek sits in the passenger seat.
 
He's in pain but the adrenalin of the
moment and situation is keeping him pumped.
 
He watches the tracking unit keeping an eye on the bleep.

“We should
call for back-up, Win. You’re in no condition to fight.”

“She's moving
and still alive. I’m figuring Knox is taking her to meet Bosovich, after all of
the trouble she’s caused him he’s going to want to meet her face to face.
 
If cops and feds show up, that will
surely get her killed sooner than later.
 
At least now we can bet on later than sooner.”
 
Derek rationalizes.

“Makes sense
their heading for the port since Bosovich owns almost every warehouse there,” Quentin
adds.

At the police
station, at the same time, Captain Harris confers with the CSI investigators
about their interactions with Derek.
 
They’re checking the history of calls and
internet
access on Quentin’s phone.
 

The cop from
the surveillance room tells the captain about the tracking unit Derek had
checked out.
 
They plug into the
master tracking command unit and log into the device so they too can locate the
wristwatch.
 
They see the same thing
Derek is seeing, that Jillian is headed for the port.

The captain
gets a call from the hospital.
 
Derek is not only out of surgery, he’s left the
hospital,
his two friends are gone as well.

The cops put
it all together, the murderer is Peter Bosovich and Knox is the leak.
 
The captain calls the feds and tells
them what’s happening.

At the port
Knox's cruiser pulls up to the warehouse and parks next to a limo.
 
He gets out and drags Jillian out of
the car.
 
They enter the warehouse.

Knox violently
throws Jillian at
Bosovich’s
feet.

“So nice to
see you again,” Bosovich says to Jillian with sinister politeness.

He grabs her
off the ground and gropes her chest.
 
She
struggle
to pull away.

“I wish I had
more time to get to know you better myself, but you have already cost me days
of business, not to mention a score of associates.
  
I trust Knox has explained our plans for you.”
 
He calmly says to her as he grossly feels
her up.

Jillian,
squirming, does her best to not look scared. “They figured out it’s you, and I
ID’d
you, so you’re still going to go down for the
murder.”
 
She says defiantly.

Bosovich
glares at Knox, “is this true?”
 
Knox
shrugs,
it’s news to him.

Bosovich tries
not to look worried.
 
“No matter.
I’m leaving the country.”
 
As you
will be.”
 
Bosovich motions to one
of his men who
holds
a syringe.
 
The man jabs the syringe into her
arm.
 
Jillian goes groggy.
 
“By the time you come to, you will be
in international waters and will have no doubt been raped and manhandled by at
least a dozen crew members.”
 
Jillian passes out cold.

“Throw her
into the cargo container and seal her up,” Bosovich calls to his men.

A couple of
Bosovich's
associates grab Jillian's limp body.

“Wait a
second.”
 
Bosovich demands.
 
Bosovich notices the nice wristwatch on
Jillian.
 
He takes it off of her
wrist.
 
“Okay, continue.”
 
Bosovich instructs as he puts the watch
on his own wrist.

The men throw
Jillian into the cargo container and seal it up.
 
Knox taps on the hidden side of the cargo container,
snickering as he does. “Time for vodka!” Knox calls out.

“Not for
me.
 
I’m getting out of the country
until all of this interest in the congressman dies down.”
 
Bosovich says as he heads for the limo
parked near one of the entrances to the warehouse.

As Knox breaks
out the booze and shares it with the remaining men, a couple of shipyard
workers start to load the cargo containers onto a ship.
 
Jillian’s container is in the back of
the pile of containers to be loaded.

Outside of the
warehouse the limo is pulling away just as Quentin’s pick up truck arrives.

In the pick-up
Derek watches the tracking unit. The bleep, which had been stationary, is now
moving again away from the warehouse.
 
“She’s in the limo,” Derek shouts.

Quentin
follows the limo for about a mile.
 
Just as the limo is about to reach the entrance to the port, a half
dozen cop cars and fed cars arrive and surround the limo.

The limo
stops.
 
Cops and feds hop out of
their cars, and with guns drawn, surround the limo.
 
The feds holler for Bosovich to get out of the limo.

There is no
movement from the limo.
 
It’s a
Mexican stand off.

Until Bosovich lowers the limo window.

“Hands up
where we can see them!” A cop yells at Bosovich.
 
Bosovich complies, sticking his hands out the window.
 
“What seems to be the problem
officers?”
 
Bosovich politely asks.

From the
pick-up truck Derek sees the wristwatch on
Bosovich’s
wrist.

“Shit
!!!”
 
He says,
as he hops out of the truck.
 
Derek
rushes over to the limo, approaching Bosovich.
 
“Where is she
?!”
 
Derek hollers with such fervor it
causes Bosovich to raise his eyebrows.

Bosovich gives
Derek an evil smile. “She’s long gone, detective.
 
Her fate is
sealed
and it’s not a pleasant one.”

Derek grabs
the wristwatch from
Bosovich’s
wrist. He runs back to
the pick-up truck and hops in.
 
“Go
back to the warehouse.
 
Now!”
 
Derek commands Quentin.
 
Derek is fueled with anxiety and anger,
if anything happens to her.

Quentin speeds
back to the warehouse.

At the
warehouse, Knox is enjoying vodka with a half dozen men as they watch the cargo
containers being loaded onto the ship.
 
There are just a few left until Jillian’s container is loaded.

Outside of the
warehouse, Quentin parks the truck a short distance from the entrance to the
warehouse.
 
Derek sees Knox’s
cruiser, which boils him.

Derek and
Quentin hop out of the truck and head for the warehouse entrance.

“You’re in no
condition for battle,” Quentin points out.

“If it's with
Knox I am.” Derek declares focused and fueled with adrenalin.

Derek and
Quentin reach the entrance.
 
They
quietly enter.
 
They see Knox and
the men drinking vodka, listening to Russian music, clearly they have no clue
that Bosovich was just apprehended.

Derek motions
to Quentin to take a cover position.
 
Quentin nods.

Derek stands
out in the open and approaches Knox and the men.
 
Knox’s mouth drops open at Derek’s audacity.

“Look what the
fucking pussy dragged in,” Knox quips.

“Where is
she?”
 
Derek demands.

“You're too
late to save the damsel,” Knox taunts.

“I'm going to
kill you, Knox,” Derek declares.

Noting Derek’s
physical condition, Knox laughs. “ I’d like to see you try.”

Two of the men
grab Derek.
 
Knox wails Derek in
his injured shoulder.
 
Derek
buckles over in pain.

“This is going
to be way too fucking easy,” Knox boasts.

Knox starts
punching the hell out of Derek.
 
Derek can't fight back because two men are holding him, and he’s pretty
weak from being shot.

Quentin, from
his cover position, easily takes out the two men with two shots.
 
This causes the other men to draw their
guns and pursue the shooter.

Quentin easily
takes out the men with his sharp shooting skills.
 

It’s down to
Knox and Derek.
 
They engage in a
brutal
fist fight
, Knox getting the better of the
injured Derek.
 
“Where is
she?”
 
Derek keeps asking.

Knox is such a
mean and nasty fighter that he's doing a lot of damage to Derek. But Derek has
driven determination and adrenalin on his side.

Just when Knox
appears to have the upper hand, Derek makes a come back, and finally gets the
upper hand on Knox, having him pinned.
 
“Where is she
?!!!”
 
Derek hollers.
 

Knox just
smirks as he glances at the cargo container being wheeled out of the
warehouse.
 
Derek turns his
attention from Knox to the container and that’s when he sees it, on the side of
the container the I Brake For Crack Whores bumper
sticker!!

Derek’s moment
of looking away from Knox gives Knox the opportunity to overtake Derek.
 
The fight continues as the cargo
container disappears from the warehouse.
 

Derek,
completely pumped is so invigorated to take down Knox that he pummels him and
then snaps Knox’s neck.
 
Before
Knox’s dead body hits the ground Derek is running to the cargo container.

Derek hollers
for the shipyard worker to stop and lower the container.
 
He does. Derek pries open the container
and finds Jillian’s unconscious body. He cradles her, kissing her
forehead.
 
“Thank god,” he
whispers.