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Tác giả: David Baldacci
Thể loại: Trinh Thám
Nguyên tác: The Whole Truth
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Chapter 46
HAW SLOWLY OPENED HIS EYES. His first image was the far wall where a small cabinet sat. When he moved his gaze to the right, his line of sight took in the pair of long shapely legs standing next to the door.
He smiled, even though the painkillers were beginning to wear off and it felt like his left arm had been amputated.
“Anna?” he said, trying to lift up his good arm to reach out to her.
The legs moved forward, coming more sharply into focus.
“It’s Katie, Katie James. Do you remember me?” she said awkwardly, her voice actually cracking.
God, he mistook me for Anna!
Katie stopped next to the bed. Shaw very slowly moved his head up so he could see her standing there.
He said in a drug-induced, halting voice, “What are you doing here?”
Katie was momentarily frozen. She hadn’t thought of that one. What was she doing here, other than because of Anna? Her mind suddenly snapped into action.
“I called your cell phone and a nurse answered. She said you’d been hurt, so I came to, um, check up on you. See that you were okay.”
“You came to Paris?”
“Well, I was just over in London,” she lied. “It was a quick trip.”
Katie pulled up a chair, placed her purse on the nightstand, and sat down next to him. She slipped her hands through the side rails of the bed and took his large hand in hers, squeezing it. She saw the huge bandage covering his left arm, and the stain of blood streaking its outer edge, and also the bruises and cuts on his face and neck.
“Boy, you look like a train wreck, but they say you’re going to be fine.”
“Where’s Anna?” he said groggily.
She started to speak, but couldn’t say it. She couldn’t. The news might kill him. “I’m not really sure. Has she been contacted?”
Shaw nodded absently. “I told Frank. He took care of it,” he said vaguely.
He suddenly winced and clutched at his wounded arm, his left side obviously seizing up in pain.
Katie looked frantically around, saw the call button and hit it. A voice came on, Katie spoke to the nurse, and a minute later she arrived. More medication was sent through his IV drip and Shaw slowly drifted off.
Katie held on to his hand, kicked her shoes off, and leaned against the rail, watching the rise and fall of the man’s chest.
She sat there, unaware of the time passing. Exhausted by her travels and lack of sleep, her eyes finally closed. More time skipped by as she and Shaw slept heavily. Katie finally opened her eyes and found Shaw’s gaze locked on her. She slowly let go of his hand and sat back.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“Why did you come here?” His tone was harsh and cut right into her. The meds-induced fog was clearly gone now.
“I told you. I heard you were hurt. And I mean, you know, you saved my life. One good deed deserves another,” she added lamely instantly, wishing she hadn’t said the stupid words. He seemed to stare right through her skin, peering directly into her soul of souls, a place not even she had ventured that often. It was completely unnerving.
“Are you hungry or thirsty?” she asked quickly, hoping to find shelter from his withering gaze in mundane matters.
“Where’s Frank? You had to get past Frank to get in here.”
“He’s around somewhere.”
Shaw tried to rise from the bed, but Katie gently forced him back down.
“You’ve got tubes coming out all over the place,” she warned him. “Just lie still or you’ll really do some damage.”
“I want to see Frank,” he said firmly. “I want to know where Anna is!”
“I’ll go and see if I can find him.”
“You do that!”
She found her mouth running dry as he stared at her accusingly, as though she’d committed some crime. And in truth Katie felt as though she had. She had lied to him and knew he could sense it.
She nearly ran from the room.
“So you didn’t tell him?” Frank said with the same accusatory tone Shaw had just used. They were back in the small room.
“He’s hurt and vulnerable and depressed enough,” Katie snapped. “It’s not right to tell him now.”
Frank didn’t look convinced, but he also didn’t argue the point.
“He wants to see you,” Katie said.
“I’m sure he does, but I can’t tell him what he wants to hear.”
“So what do we do?”
“We could keep him drugged up until he’s healed a little more.”
“How did he get hurt?”
Frank looked at her incredulously. “What, you want me to give you a debriefing?”
“If he keeps working for you he’s going to end up dead, you know that, don’t you?”
“It’s a risky profession. We try to be as careful as we can.”
“Does that include having your own men shoot at him? Because that seems a bit much even for your ‘profession.’”
Frank spun around to stare at her. He was about to say something when the sounds of a commotion reached their ears. Katie and Frank raced out and headed toward Shaw’s room. Screams pierced the air, there was a crash like a table had been overturned. A door slammed open. Multiple pairs of feet were racing over the tile floor.
Another cry seemed to rise above all the others.
“That’s Shaw!” Frank exclaimed. “What the hell’s going on?”
Katie suddenly glanced down at her hands. “Oh my God!”
“What?” Frank said quickly.
“My purse. I left my purse in his room. My cell phone was in it. It has Internet capability.” Katie’s face turned deathly white.
“Son of a bitch!” Frank screamed as he rushed down the hall.
They turned the corner and stopped.
Shaw was standing at the other end of the corridor, his hospital gown nearly torn off, blood running down his arm and tubes hanging off his body. Katie saw her phone clutched in his bloodied hand.
Katie’s gaze spun to Shaw’s face and she found she couldn’t look away. His features held anguish and heartbreak like she had never witnessed before.
“Shaw!” she cried out and ran to him.
He had dropped to his knees by the time she reached him. She threw her arms around him, tears spilling down her face.
“Anna!” he screamed. “Anna!” He did not even seem to be aware that Katie was there.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she said into his ear. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry.”
Hands pulled her away. People were shouting in French at her, but she wouldn’t let go. She couldn’t let go of him.
Then a voice barked at her in English. “He’s bleeding to death! Let him go! Or you’ll kill him, lady!”
Katie immediately released her grip, backed off, but continued to stare at Shaw as the hospital personnel put him on a gurney and whisked him away.
Frank glared at Katie, reached down, picked up her phone where Shaw had dropped it, and tossed it back to her.
“Thanks for all your help, James!” he said bitterly. “Next time, why don’t you just bring a gun and pop a round right in his brain? It’s quicker that way.” He stalked off.
Katie stared after him for a few moments then fearfully glanced down at the phone’s screen. Emblazoned across it was the headline “London Massacre.” She threw the Nokia down the hall and sank to the floor with fresh tears pouring down her face.
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