Accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss part Two
Emilia lets out a frustrated sigh as she once again ran over the information Casey gave her. She examined her impromptu patient still unconscious on the couch. He had been out since the night before. She had removed the IV sometime that morning after the single blood bag she'd been able to sneak had been exhausted. His pallor and temperature had improved throughout the night. He still seemed pale, but he no longer looked to be on the edge of death. Emilia sincerely hoped that Casey would be back before he woke up.
After all Emilia didn't want to explain to the man why his silk shirt was in the rag pile with two holes and a nasty blood stain. Nor did she want to explain why he was on her good sofa, instead of in the hospital. She eyed the messy pb&j on her plate and sighed. Casey hadn't had time to cook last night so Emilia would be stuck with sandwiches and cold cuts. Unfortunately, Casey had been up all night in a panic and debating whether she should go back to that alley to see if the other man was okay or if he were actually dead, or had been found and taken by someone. She scoff's lightly and takes a bite of her sandwich. She looks at the clock, and let's out a small sigh. Casey wouldn't be closing her clinic for another four hours.
She sets the plate on the counter and washes her hands. Afterwards she puts on a pair of gloves, and examines the sewn up bullet wound. Emilia slowly and gently examines the gauze covering the sutures with clinical precision. She smiles slightly as she notices no unusual coloration on the gauze.
Emilia stills in her examination of the wound by a soft knocking on the door. Slowly she walks up to the apartment door and peers through the peep hole.
On the other side of the door are two men in suits. She stiffens debating on whether to answer on not. She takes slow even breaths as she takes a step back. They knock a second time. Her gaze drifts to the unconscious man on the sofa. Then back to the door, silently she closes the peephole cover and steps away from the door.
Theres another knock on the door. Emilia carefully remains still hoping the men will believe that no one is home.
"Are you sure this is the place, Louie?" A voice rings out from behind the door.
"Yeah, took a bit, but yeah, cleaners were complaining about... blood."
"Yeah well." the other man responded.
Silently Emilia cursed, she froze as she heard footsteps a down the hall.
"Um, hi. Do you need anything?" The voice of her roommate called out.
The men turned to face Casey, who had left work early.
"Yeah, we just wanna know if you picked up anything strange last night. Heard the cleaners complaining about blood in the hallways and we just wanted to make sure everything was alright." the older of the two men inform Casey their eyes drifting to the bag in the blonde's hands.
Casey rubs the back of her head.
"Yeah, some dirtbag was about to put down a stray animal I found last night, and I might have... overreacted. But I already moved the poor thing to my clinic this morning. So no harm no fowl." She lied smoothly.
"So, what's the bag for?" the younger of the two men asked.
"Oh, my roommate actually. I'm the better cook between the two of us and I forgot to cook last night. So, I brought this for her as an apology." Casey responded innocently. Opening the bag to reveal takeout from a nearby restaurant.
"So uh yeah, I even talked to the owner about it this morning." Casey responded edging towards the door of her apartment. The older of the men moved in front of the door blocking her attempt.
"I'm sorry but my roommate really is waiting for me in there. So if I could just?" She asks letting her sentence drop off at the end while gesturing towards the door.
"I'm Louie. You mind if we ask a few questions first?" the older of the tells her while running a hand through graying hair.
"Casey and I, um, sure?" she replies unsurely with a shrug.
"Now other than that... stray? did you manage to catch anything else odd out there?"
"No, not at all. I just focus on my little vet clinic and um are you guys FBI or... Something?" Casey asked nervously.
"Yeah, something like that, now then I'm afraid we're the ones asking the questions." Louie responded calmly while crossing his arms.
"Ok, So um other than the stray animal there really wasn't anything strange going on."
Louie paused debating on whether to press further, but if he did he ran the risk of real FBI or cops getting involved. He sighed and pulled out a business card.
"If you remember anything new, give me a call." He told her calmly and walked away, gesturing for the other man to follow him.
As soon as the were out of earshot the younger man scowled.
"Why didn't press that gal further, Louie she looked ready to crack." He asked.
"It's because of how nervous she seemed, Ethan. If pushed too hard she might have tried to reach out to the real authorities. Something we don't want remember the cops aren't as tolerant as they used to be. They're already looking for whoever took out Jones last night remember." Louie informed him in low tone looking around for any cameras or other recording devices.
Ethan nodded at Louie taking his word to heart.
"you mean back in your father's day..."