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priscilla's extensive training in the interpretation of body
language and facial expression paid out triple fold, as she trained a keen eye
on adam and erik following the announcement by dr. collins that the mass they
had removed from elliot’s stomach was,, “unidentifiable
matter”..
both the involuntary drain of color from both of their
faces,, and their impish eyes, wide as saucers, as they turned to stare at each
other in complete and utter disbelief of what they were hearing,, spoke silent
volumes.. although no words were exchanged,, priscilla could easily have
transcribed the dialog that was going on in each of their heads..
the boy’s exterior monologue’s immediately confirmed any
suspicions she and algie may have had previous to this most startling
announcement.. indeed,, the hunt boy had
swallowed the precious gem for safe keeping,, taken ill due to his inability to
pass it,, and now,, upon its discovery,, this scheming doctor,, and his
innocuous looking henchwoman,, most assuredly had possession of the exquisite,
diana diamond..
a quick scan of the room confirmed that not one of the other
adults involved were any the wiser.
“idiot americans..” priscilla chortled to herself as she took special note of the three high
ranking detectives that stood huddled before her like a pack of school boys..
it was blatantly evident they had not a clue between them…
she and algie had to move quickly if they were to intercept
the precocious doctor and his money grubbing accomplice as they attempted to
whisk the exquisite stone out of the hospital, bound undoubtedly for places in
which there were firmly no extradition orders in place to accommodate any plea
by the american government should their caper ever become public knowledge..
“sweetheart," she purred lovingly as she slipped her arm in
algies. “what do you say we slip away for a moment and allow the families to
regroup.. it has been an extremely emotionally exhausting day for all of them i
am sure.. i would think the last thing they need is us,, meddling further in
their private affairs..”
“you are absolutely right, my dear!” algie nodded in
agreement as he acknowledged priscilla’s firm grasp on his arm with an
outwardly affectionate gesture,, placing a seemingly loving hand graciously
atop her entwined arm..
“we will be right downstairs in the coffee shop if can we be
of any further assistance..” he announced to the seemingly befuddled grouping
of assorted family members and bumbling police detectives, as he and priscilla
quickly exited the waiting room before any acknowledgement could be made of
their most generous offer..
before the elevator doors had even opened to accommodate
their departure,, both algie and priscilla were on their cell phones. priscilla
gathering pertinent personal intel from a ‘plant’ they just happened to have in
the hospital human resources department on this dr. collins and his trusty
nurse o’hoolihan,, and algie urgently calling in the need for reinforcements..
***
the muscle bound oaf that was currently assigned to
‘protect’ boa in the advent of an emergency situation, thudded heavily on the
solid oak door to announce his presence before opening the ‘office’ door just a
crack, and informing boa she had a call of a personal nature..
“the good doctor is on the line.. what you want i should
tell him??”
“hmmm,," hummed boa, from her perch at the elegant gold veined marble dressing table,,
where she was expertly placing a luxuriously thick row of raven black
eyelashes just above her natural lash line.. “tell him i will take the call.. put
him through..”
when the call came through,, she instinctively put it on
speaker so she could remain focused on the ever important task at hand while
she dallied with the heartstrings of the one and only human connection that she
had allowed to cross over with her from her lowly beginnings as a common club
stripper,, into her present world of elite underworld espionage..
“kevin!! sweetness!! how lovely to hear from you.. and so
soon too.. i would think you would still be recuperating from our last most
intimate encounter..” she heckled him gently in her most insidious tone of
voice..
“boa!! this is important.. i need you to pick up..” the
noticeably anxious voice on the other end of the line admonished her..
“my,, my,, kevin dear,, aren’t we demanding today?? and
without so much as a simple exchange of pleasantries..” she retorted in a tone
of voice that clearly indicated it was a borderline reprimand..
“please boa,, there isn’t time.. please pick up..”
boa sensed a degree of urgency in kevin’s voice.. something
quite out of character for the self-involved,, egotistical, albeit immensely
talented, surgeon she had come to know so intimately over the course of the
near decade they had spent clandestinely pleasuring each other..
choosing not to antagonize him further,, she plucked the
shimmering gold handset from cradle of the antique victorian french princess
phone on her dressing table and assumed her most dignified ‘strictly business’
persona..
“alright,, you got my attention.. what’s going on?”
“this is not something i can discuss with you over the
phone.. i need to meet with you immediately..”
“well i am afraid that is not a possibility.. i have a
prearranged appointment at 7:30.. an appointment i am not at liberty reschedule..”
“fuck that!” kevin barked unceremoniously into her ear. “i
have never asked that you extend to me any form of professional courtesy in the
past.. i am asking for that now.. i need you to meet me discreetly in the
parking lot of the recovery room lounge, directly across the street from the
hospital at precisely 7 pm.”
“you do not seem to understand!” boa stated firmly.. “i
cannot just…”
dr. kevin collins cut her off without hesitation. “and boa,,
bring a cleaner..”
with that the line went dead..
***
directly following dr. collins disclosure to the family that
young elliot would make a full recovery,, and that the mass they had removed
from his stomach was nothing to be worried about,, the voluptuous nurse
o’hoolihan had,, at dr.collins own suggestion,, gone home to slip into
something suitable for travel and pack a light overnight bag.. she was in route
to his penthouse apartment to pack a few designated items, as per his request,,
when the call she had so anxiously been awaiting,, finally came in..
“gina? kevin.. it’s all set.. i am having that friend of
mine i told you about meet me at 7, in the parking lot of the recovery room..
she will bring all the necessary identity documentation,, as well the
prearranged travel package we will need to escape the country undetected.. all
we are gonna have to do is take a quick picture,, and then you,, my little sex kitten,, and i,, are off to
join the jet set!”
“oh kevin!! i am over the moon!! never in my wildest
dreams…” gina nearly bubbled into the phone..
“we will have more than enough time for that later, kitten..
what i need for you to do, is to show up, in the parking lot, at the recovery
room, at exactly 7:15.. do not enter the bar.. stay in your car.. i will
send someone over to bring you to me.. you and i must not, i repeat, must not,
be seen together..”
“well then how will i..” gina started..
“don’t worry about a thing, my baby,,” kevin assured her in
his most seductive tone, “i will be waiting for you in the secure transport
vehicle.. we will take care of the photo for your i.d. in route..”
“ok,“ gina breathed heavily into the phone.. “7:15 sharp..
i’ll be there!! oh and kevin?”
“what is it baby?”
“kevin. i love you!” gina gushed..
“you know i love you too, kitten.. now you just concentrate
on getting your sweet little ass to the recovery room on time,, and it will all be
smooth sailing from there!!”
“oh, i will!! i will!” gina percolated,, as kevin
disconnected the call abruptly,, and made a beeline for the doctors lounge
where he would quickly change out of his blood spattered scrubs and into his
joggers as he did every evening when he completed his shift..
with the diamond safely tucked away,, at the bottom of the bottle
of mercurochrome (that he had kept as a good luck charm since the day he applied to the elite stanford university school of medicine) which had served as a
paperweight on his desk, ever since he was awarded the prestigious position of
chief of surgery nearly ten years ago,, dr. kevin collins stepped outside the
automated doors of the hospital,, and began a rigorous course of
stretches, as he did every evening in
preparation for his ritualistic five mile run..
Oh, twists and turns! And I don't mean O'Hoohlihan!
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