 Raul reached out and took Brandon’s hand. “Then we will. We’ll talk to the cops and get you somewhere safe. After that we pool our talents and resources and get the answers.” “But first I need clothes,” Brandon pointed out. He didn’t have long to wait before a tall man with shoulder length black hair pulled back into a ponytail and wearing a three-piece suite arrived. Smiling broadly, he slipped a duffle from his shoulder and asked, “How are you feeling?” “I remember you. You were at the warehouse with Raul and helped me. I appreciate it,” Brandon said. Striding forward the man held out one hand to Brandon. “Fahim Boulos.” He shook Brandon’s hand and bowed slightly. “It was my pleasure. I’m glad to see you’re doing better.” Fahim turned to Raul. “Your truck is parked in the west lot. Need a lift? I can get you sprung from here faster than hospitals normally move.” He tapped the duffle. “Your laptop is in there too.” Brandon laughed. “I think I’d better wait for official discharge.” He pulled out his computer and opened it, letting it boot up. “Is the west lot less than a mile from here?” Raul asked. When Fahim nodded and motioned out the window to the parking lot three stories below, Raul added, “We can walk, but thank you.” Fahim mock saluted them. “Very well. Brandon, continue to get better. You have my number if you need me for anything. It’s already saved to your contacts along with other information of mine that might prove useful someday.” Brandon sucked in a breath and grinned when a phone number appeared on his monitor. “How’d you do that?” Fahim shrugged and chuckled. “I’m a jinni. Magic is what I do. It’s a good skill in my line of work when someone tries to bury information I’m trying to dig out.” His eyebrows bobbed a few times. “Do call if I can be of further assistance.” He gave Brandon a wide grin and aimed one thumb at Raul. “Keep this guy in line.” Brandon nodded. “I will. Thanks.” He waited until Fahim was gone before slipping out of bed and heading to the bathroom to get dressed. Raul seeing him in a hospital gown was one thing, but not a stranger who wasn’t part of the hospital staff. The simple act of putting on clothes made him feel much better. Raul stood by the door, leaning against the wall. “My family owns a small hacienda near Rio Rico. It’s quite secure, you’ll be safe there.” Brandon noticed that Raul’s all business tone didn’t match how his expression softened when he looked at Brandon. “Do you think the two men who weren’t arrested will come after me?” Nodding, Raul said quietly, “Yes.” “Don’t sugarcoat it for me or anything.” Brandon paused, collecting his thoughts. “I can help find them. With your help or without it, I’m going to get to the bottom of this and find the asshole who had me kidnapped.” “We have tech at the hacienda, and can get more if you need it,” Raul said. “Do you know what happened to the equipment at the warehouse?” Brandon asked. “The police would’ve confiscated it all. I don’t know what they’ll give us access to, but we can try.” Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on Brandon’s door. As he had each time someone requested entry, Raul looked out, opened the door but stayed between Brandon’s visitor and Brandon. The same doctor who’d visited Brandon the previous day was back.      Comments are closed.
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