Jeff finds himself in Washington DC on business trying to close a big deal for his company where he meets up with Nancy again, the FBI agent he had fallen in love with in Atlanta nearly two years ago. Jeff is separated from his wife because of Nancy
Chapter 22 of K Street
Monday, 10:24 PM: Bottle of Death
Jeff's
wife made it back home, worried about him. They talk of her recognizing Nancy
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K Street, Chapter 22
Monday, 10:24 PM: Bottle of Death
Ted was standing up signaling to Jeff, “Okay, Kathy ,
it was amazing to see you again, I am very glad that you are really lousy at
losing me.”
She leaned over to kiss him quickly, they stood up together, hugged, pulling
back she noticed Ted walk up behind Jeff, “It looks like this man wants to take
you home,” she smiled, Jeff turned around exchanging nods with Ted, back to her,
“so I will let you go.”
Jeff turned looking back, she sat back down again. She waved at him briefly
turning back to the bar.
Ted was shaking his head, they arrived at the elevator, “Even with all
that last night, she wants to hang out with you?” Jeff shrugged. “Must be a
hell of a thing to be a not-so-scary guy, huh?” they laughed.
A couple minutes later Jeff had deposited his desk chair in the hallway,
they said goodnight. Jeff closed the door, stripped to get into his night
shirt, went to the closet, pulled out the ironing board and iron, a few
hangers, set up the board plugging the iron in. He took a glass from the table
next to the TV, went into the bathroom to fill it coming back out to fill up
the iron.
After attending to the bathroom he brushed his teeth, came back into the
room, rustled through his luggage to pull out three dress shirts and two pairs
of slacks, laying them on the bed. He picked up the TV clicker, turned it on
watching a Friends rerun, he ironed
his clothes, hung them up.
Just as he was leaning over to unplug the iron he heard his cell phone
ringer. He jumped to his sport coat fumbling with it, finally pulling out the
phone fumbling more, he pressed TALK.
“Hello.”
“Jeff, it’s me,” he smiled at his wife’s voice. “I just got home and
wanted to call you.”
“How was the flight, was the plane cool?”
“I don’t know, I slept most of
the way. I never told you what happened last night.”
Jeff frowned, “No you didn’t. They didn’t do any―”
“No nothing, they didn’t do anything. I mean the room you found me?”
“Yes, you mean in the embassy?”
“Yes, they gave me a bed. Not bad, really, more than a cot. But who
could sleep?”
“Yeah, I guess that would be hard. But how are you doing now?”
“I’m home, but the kids are still at mom’s. I just don’t have the energy
to get them tonight.”
“They’re fine, you really need to get a full night’s sleep. You really
need to get into your nightclothes then get to bed. I’m surprised you’re
calling me.”
“I had to. I had to hear your voice, to know you’re okay.”
“I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”
“Jeff, I’m really worried about you. I don’t know how you got into that
situation. And I don’t want to know.” He didn’t answer. “All I know is that I
love you, that I’m so sorry for the things I said when I was in your room. It’s
just that I was so upset when I saw that letter.” He still didn’t respond.
“Jeff tell me that you’re not seeing her, that you’re not having sex with her.”
He wasn’t sure how to respond.
“It was her, I could tell. That woman at the park with all those cars,
all those men, it was Nancy Nancy
“Yes, she is.”
“But how did you know her in Atlanta
Jeff paused, “You said a minute ago that you don’t want to know. About
the case. That you don’t want to know what’s going on here, right?” She was
quiet. “Well, Atlanta
“Not even your wife?”
“Nobody, not even my wife. Not my mother. Nobody. Besides, nobody would
believe me anyway.” Silence on the line. “This is going to be the same, I know
it.”
“I guess….I don’t know…it’s just that I feel like I’ve lost you. You’re
gone from me.”
“Hey, I’m here.”
“Listen, you tell her…you say to her…never mind. Just tell her to take
care of you, that we want you back. The kids want you back.” Long pause. “I
want you back.”
“Hey!” he was going to try to put a quick positive spin then hang the hell up on this call. “Remember
that we have our lunch date on Saturday still, right?”
“Yes, Saturday,” her voice sounded warmer.
“Okay, I want to hear about your flight, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll tell you all about it. Pretty wild. You should try flying in
one of those sometime, I think you’d like it!”
“Yeah, I bet I would.” He sighed remembering his flight from Atlanta
“Okay, I will.”
“Goodnight, then.”
“Goodnight, Jeff. And Jeff?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. Goodnight.”
He hung up flopping himself onto the bed, reaching over to pick up the
TV clicker, pushing a button to make an image appear on the tube, sound filled
the room.
There were four rapid knocks on the door. Jeff clicked the TV back off
jumping up wondering what the heck it could be, suddenly getting excited that it could be Nancy. He slid on his PJ
bottoms, opened the door, looking around it. Ted was standing in front of him
with a huge smile, “This lady says you invited her.”
He stepped aside revealing Kathy
with a sheepish grin, holding two opened beer bottles, her purse slung over her
shoulder. “I had my work done after all!” She glanced toward Ted. “As long as he
promises not to bust in on us I thought we could get started on all those
nights we talked about!”
Jeff glanced at Ted who gave him a go-ahead
brush with his hand, a huge knowing smile. Jeff could tell it was all Ted
could do not to laugh out loud at this woman coming back to his room after last
night.
“Well then, come on in!”
He stepped aside, she passed into the door. Jeff gave a thanks nod to Ted closing the door.
“So I thought you had to get up early tomorrow.”
“You know how it is, one phone call, suddenly everything changes.”
Jeff looked at the clock that said ten twenty-four, wondering what kinds
of business phone calls happen so late, but shrugged thinking about his crazy
situation, starting to turn his mind to seeing this woman naked again.
She set the bottles down on the dresser, “Do you mind? I need to use the
bathroom real quick.”
“No, go ahead, I’ll be here!”
She nodded to him turning to the bathroom. He sat in the big stuffed
chair realizing that she had a nervous edge to her, different than in the bar.
Maybe it was her worry that somebody would jump into the room again like last
night. Smiling he realized he couldn’t blame her.
All he knew is that she was pissing with the door open, always a good sign he thought to
himself, anticipating her coming out of the bathroom naked like his wife did, he
watched the door eagerly.
He heard the toilet flush, water
run in the sink, a second later she came back out still dressed.
Jeff looked confused but thought that maybe it all still had to do with
what happened last night, he stood up to step to give her a kiss, she offered
only the slightest sip of a kiss nearly brushing him away, she turned toward
the bottles picking them up in each hand.
Noticing hers was half empty he smiled, “So you got a start already on
your beer?”
Her expression was definitely nervous, almost furtive, she handed him
his bottle, he noticed her hand shaking just slightly, “Yeah, I guess my nerves
are still a little shot from last night.”
He smiled, “Yeah, can’t disagree with that!” they clinked their bottles
together.
Jeff raised his bottle to his lips starting to tilt it back―“JEFF,
DON’T!” Kathy ’s hand swept across
his face knocking the bottle out of his hand―it ricocheted with a clank against
the front of the dresser down onto the carpet spinning around with froth pouring
out in a foamy spiral on the rug.
“What the hell!” Jeff stood with his arms raised in shock.
“I CAN’T DO IT! I JUST CAN’T DO IT!”
“Do what? What the hell are you talking about, can’t do what?”
“I just can’t do it!”
“Do what?” he was confused.
“I can’t kill you!”
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