Gone Forever (Jack Widow Book 1) by Scott Blade

Author:Scott Blade [Blade, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Black Lion Media
Published: 2016-11-13T00:00:00+00:00

19

I hadn’t noticed before, but Sheldon had dropped her shopping bag while trying to get away from Gemson. Her purchases had spilled out all over the ground. She bent over and began recovering them.

I walked back up the drive to the parking lot, knelt down beside her, and began helping her pick up the spilled contents.

I put my hand on a box marked salbutamol, and there were various other pharmaceutical items. There was a box marked Elavil, an antidepressant, and another that said Ambien, a sleep aid. There were a couple of boxes of Norflex and Flexeril, both muscle relaxers, and there were various other medications I had never heard of, along with gauze and other medical supplies.

I said, “That’s a lot of medications. And salbutamol, that’s for asthmatics. You don’t have asthma. No way. Not how you run and the shape you’re in. Are you a drug dealer or something?”

She scooped up the boxes of pills quickly and then smiled. She said, “No. And what do you mean about the shape I’m in?”

I shrugged and said, “Don’t take this the wrong way. But your body is immaculate. I’m guessing you don’t have an ounce of fat on you. No way does someone with severe asthma workout and run as much as you do.”

She smiled, nodded, and said, “I work at the clinic. This is a supply run.”

I nodded and smiled back.

She stood up and straightened out the bottom of her romper. The bottom was short, well below her fingertips if she had reached them down by her sides. It looked new and had a tribal pattern. The back had a V shape cut down from her neckline. She wore her long, blonde hair down. The breeze scooped it up and blew it behind her.

She looked comfortable and magnificent all at the same time.

I said, “You don’t dress like someone who works in a clinic.”

“What’s wrong with the way I dress?”

“Nothing. You look good. Really good. Is it your day off?”

She said, “No. I have clothes at the clinic. We have lockers. I keep my scrubs there.”

I nodded.

She smiled at me. She said, “Nice seeing you again. Very nice.” She looked me over.

I said, “I know that you have to bring all that stuff in, but would you like to have lunch with me?”

She paused a beat and looked down at a slim wristwatch that hung from her left arm. Then she frowned. She said, “I really can’t. I’m sorry. I have to get to the clinic. Raincheck?”

I nodded and stayed quiet.

She said, “You can find me there.”

I smiled and said, “Give me your phone number.”

She gave me the digits. I didn’t write them down. I memorized them without a problem. She pulled a pair of sunglasses out of her purse and slid them onto her face, pushing the top to the bridge of her nose. They were big and bulky, like actresses wear.

Then she got into a new model BMW, started the engine, and pulled away. I watched as she turned the corner and was gone.

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