[Quinn 04] - The Silenced

The room was barely big enough for the full-size bed that dominated it. There was no dresser, no desk, no table, no chairs. Just the bed. But the clerk downstairs had taken cash and had asked no questions, so the room was perfect.

“How was the water?”

“Started hot,” she said, then added, “but more lukewarm by the end.”

“No worries. I’m fine with lukewarm.”

The truth was he was glad she’d used up the hot water. The rain had stopped around four, so by the time they found the hotel their clothes were no longer soaking wet, only damp. But Liz had continued to shiver.

That would be ironic, Nate thought. Save her from whoever it was who was trying to kill her, only for her to die of pneumonia.

They did an awkward dance around the end of the bed. His hand accidently brushed against her stomach, but she showed no signs of noticing. Nate entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He put the lid down on the toilet, then sat down so he could remove his prosthetic leg. As he did, he could feel his stump sigh in relief.

Even on the most strenuous jobs with Quinn, he’d seldom had to push his leg as much as he had escaping with Liz. So it wasn’t surprising that his thigh muscles ached.

There was a knock at the bathroom door.

“I’m sorry,” Liz said from the other side. “I meant to grab my jeans so I could dry them on the heater.”

“Hold on,” Nate said.

He spotted them on the floor, picked them up, then opened the door just enough to slip them through.

“Thanks,” she said, then added, “My purse is in there, too.”

The smile she gave him made him forget for a moment about the pain in his leg.

“Sure,” he said.

He found her purse and gave it to her.

“Anything else?”

“No,” she said, again with the smile. “Enjoy your shower. Maybe it’s hot by now.”

As he closed the door he couldn’t help thinking that maybe he needed a cold shower more than a hot one. What he got was the lukewarm one he’d said earlier would be okay, but turned out to be as unsatisfying as it sounded. He spent the whole time alternating between praying to the water gods for hot and trying not to think about Liz. He was unsuccessful on both fronts.

Oh, no, he thought as the realization struck him. He’d been so focused on getting Liz to safety, he hadn’t thought about their sleeping arrangements. They were going to have to share a bed.

What if he reached out and put an arm around her in his sleep? How would she react to that? Perhaps he should suggest that he sleep on the top of the covers while she slept beneath. That would put a nice, physical barrier between them, and lessen the chance that Quinn would kill him and drop his body in the middle of the ocean later.

When he finished showering, he dried off and pulled on a T-shirt and clean pair of boxer briefs from his backpack.

He was still thinking about the potential pitfalls of who slept where as he opened the door and hopped into the bedroom. “Do you have a side of the bed you prefer?”

Liz was sitting at the end of the mattress, holding a small brush in midair, but she was staring at Nate, a look of confusion on her face.

“What happened?” she stuttered.

“I’m sorry?”

“Your … your leg.”

His brow furrowed momentarily, then he realized he’d never said anything about his missing leg. Like that would have been an easy topic to bring up. “I was … in an …” No lies. “I got hit by a car.”

“Oh, my God. When?”

“A little over a year ago.”

“But you were running today.”

“Prosthetics have come a long way,” Nate said, echoing one of his doctors.

She moved around the bed to get a better look.

“Does it hurt?”

“Just sore. Like anyone would be after the day we had.” Perhaps not like anyone, but it was more the truth stretched than a lie.

“Do you want to sit down?” She moved out of his way so he could get to the bed.

“I’m not an invalid,” he said.

“I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He pivoted around, then sat on the bed and smiled at her. “Thanks.”

She sat next to him.

“Were you in the car when it happened?”

“I’d rather not talk about it,” he said. “You didn’t answer my question. Which side of the bed do you want?”

She was silent for several seconds. “This happened because you were working for my brother, didn’t it?”

“Liz, please. I don’t want to get into—”

“What is he?” she asked. “An assassin? Is that what it is? He kills people for a living?”

“No,” he said, knowing he was walking a fine line. “That’s not his job.”

“Then, what is it? What could he do that would make those men come after me? That would cause you to lose your leg?”

“I really think this is something you should hear from him.”

“He’s. Not. Here,” she said. “And I need to know. I want to understand.”

He thought for a moment, then took each of her hands in his. She didn’t fight it. “I’m not going to tell you everything,” Nate said. “I don’t think that’s my place.”

She started to pull away, but he held on.