Final Target by Iris Johansen

Author:Iris Johansen
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Psychic trauma, Children of presidents, Revenge, Political fiction, Political, Virginia, Fiction, Literary, Sisters, American, Suspense fiction, Victims of terrorism, Thrillers, Suspense
ISBN: 9780553582130
Publisher: Random House Digital, Inc.
Published: 2002-02-26T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

"Get me a first aid kit, Melissa." Galen flung open the door and helped Travis into the kitchen. "The stupid ass got himself shot. I knew I should have gone with him."

"Shot?" Melissa felt her heart jerk. "Bad?"

"A bullet wound is never good." Galen lowered Travis gently into a chair. "It only grazed his ribs, but he's lost some blood."

"Who did it?"

Travis shook his head. "I'm not sure. I have to think about it. Just get a bandage on me and give me something to clear my head."

"CIA?"

"This had nothing to do with Cassie."

"How do you know if—"

"Get him bandaged before you cross-examine him," Galen told her. "And women are supposed to be the gentler sex."

"Shut up. Go in the bedroom and get Jessica's medical bag, but don't wake her. She just got to sleep."

"She's a doctor. Maybe we should—"

"I can take care of this. I don't want her bothered."

"Heaven forbid," Travis murmured. "We wouldn't want your sister bothered."

"No, we wouldn't. You've put her through enough hell." She went to the sink and filled a basin of water. "Take off your shirt." She saw him struggling and said through her teeth, "Oh, stop it. You look like you're going to pass out. I'll help you." She put the basin on the table and carefully stripped the shirt off him. "I take it your 'business' didn't work out as you hoped."

"You could say that. Hurry, will you?"

"I'm hurrying. Do you think I like fussing over you?"

"Here's the bag." Galen set the leather satchel on the table and opened the latch. "May I help? I'm pretty good at first aid myself."

"I bet you are." Melissa deftly cleaned the long, jagged graze. "All those battle wounds..."

"What?"

"Nothing. Give me that antiseptic." She glanced at Travis's face. "This is going to hurt." She didn't wait for a response but put the antiseptic on the open cut. He didn't flinch. He looked as if he didn't feel it. Her lips twisted. "Macho man."

"Yeah, that's me. "Travis looked at Galen. "Get on the phone and find us another place. I wasn't followed here, but we need to make sure that the man who killed Jan isn't able to—"

"Jan's dead?" Galen interrupted. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, Travis."

"So am I." Travis looked at Melissa. "Are you through with me?"

"I wish." She finished bandaging the wound. "But that should hold you." She gave him three Tylenol. "You're not having enough pain for anything stronger."

"Oh, I'm having enough pain."

He wasn't talking about physical pain, she realized. She smothered the ripple of sympathy. "If your head's messed up, it's not because of that flesh wound."

He swallowed the Tylenol and said to Galen, "He knew we were coming and he knew about the delivery. He was either Karlstadt's man or someone else who had access to the information. He said Jan had been helpful. Jan found two bugs in his apartment last week. I thought maybe CIA, but..." He shook his head. "He could have been a rogue agent, but that doesn't smell right.

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