I liked soda and I got enough exercise dealing with the Danes and running from bad guys that I could still drink it. Now in the two years or so that Zeke and I had been married, I’d gained about ten pounds, but I was pretty sure that was because Zeke could and did cook every night and almost every night, I overate at dinner and then since I was home almost all the time because I couldn’t go into the office, I overate on the leftovers at lunch the next day. I had never been a huge fan of leftovers until Zeke and I got married and he started cooking for me. His food was good fresh off the stove or heated up in the toaster oven or regular oven. We hadn’t bothered to replace the microwave after I killed the last one, which was fine, food tasted better heated up in the oven or toaster oven than it did out of a microwave anyway. I even preferred my popcorn off the stove top than out of a microwave.
Although, Zeke had bought me a popcorn maker for Christmas this past year and I hadn’t yet killed it, so I had relinquished my popcorn pan to be used for regular food. Zeke would no doubt insist on getting breakfast before our meeting with (NAME?! Think Jamie, what is his name?!)_______. I still wasn’t a big breakfast eater, preferring to skip it in favor of eating lunch earlier in the day and then having a three pm snack. I couldn’t explain why I liked a snack in the middle of the afternoon, but I did. Me and five-year old’s all over the place approved of afternoon snack. Of course, I also approved of naps, so maybe I was just getting lazy as I aged.
“Are you going to shower?” He asked me bringing his coffee out and sitting on the bed.
“No, maybe if I smell, they won’t kidnap me and try to use that to get Aislinn to come to Russia.”
“Are you concerned about that being possible?” Zeke asked. I shrugged. I didn’t know whether it was a real possibility or not, but Apex was right, I had been kidnapped quite a few times, which made it seem more possible.
“Dunno,” I admitted.
“Usually mobsters do their homework and while I think they want this serial killer caught, I’m not convinced they actually want to deal with Aislinn Cain to do it. They have to know about Eric’s penchant for killing criminals and they might know that Aislinn kind of enjoys it too, so I think that possibility is slim.” Zeke assured me. “Besides if they tried, Apex would kill them all.”
“Oddly, I find that comforting and possibly the only reason I’m not heaving up this Coke right now.” I told him.
“Ah, pre-meeting jitters.” Zeke was aware that I was cool and collected in a fire fight but had this strange thing before confrontations where I would freak out waiting for it to happen. I didn’t know why the prospect of violence scared me more than actual violence, but it did. One day, I would get over it, but today obviously wasn’t that day. I had a feeling today was going to be like the majority of days in my life, what could go wrong, probably would, and at the end of the day, I would sit in a seat on an airplane and wonder what I could have done differently. That was if I could get a flight back tonight, which was questionable at the moment.
I dug out my phone and checked available flights back to the US. There was one that left Moscow for Novgorod at 3 pm and one that left Moscow and flew to Italy at 4 pm. Both had layovers on this continent and in the US, but it was better than waiting two or three more days. I wanted to get away from Russia like never before.
Usually, I hated leaving Russia, except for the fleeing from the food, but this time, I would be pleased to get on a plane and get out of the country. It had become oppressive here for some reason. Possibly the looming serial killer in the room problem. I wasn’t a fan of catching serial killers. Someone needed to do it, but that someone wasn’t me. Stalkers and mobsters were fine, but I preferred Aislinn and Malachi deal with the serial killers.
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