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2008. Steele a Blast From the Past - Part IV
significant, was that he and Laura had just agreed to make a baby. A wide grin covered his entire face at the
prospect. As with anything they involved themselves in, both had taken up the task with their own fervor and
relentless dedication. Hence his feeling like he'd be run over by a bus. Remington’s smile increased as he
recalled some of the numerous ways Laura had proven her exuberance for the task at hand. I wonder if I’ll survive the process. Remington mused to himself.
“I have no doubt you’re up to the challenge, my love,” Laura replied, yawning.
Startled that he’d voiced his thoughts aloud Remington quickly recovered. “Dedication to duty,” my darling wife, is the cornerstone of which this agency was founded on. In fact—”
“Spare me,” Laura groaned loudly before placing a pillow over her head.
Indignant at being cut off, Remington deftly flicked the pillow off her head. “As I’ve always said, anything worth having is well worth the effort of acquiring it.”
“This from a reformed jewel thief?”
“Really, Laura, I thought you of all people would appreciate my honed skills, my cat-like reflexes, and my keen intellect.”
Smiling, Laura leaned over and kissed him on his neck. “Trust me, Mr. Steele, I’m well aware of your extraordinary…talents.”
In two seconds Laura was rolled over and under her husband. Grinning, Remington’s eyes smoldered. “Is that right? Care to elaborate, Mrs. Steele?”
Laura’s breath caught in her throat at the passionate, intense way he stared at her. If I live to be a hundred I’ll never tire of that look. Laura told herself.
“I’d rather show you, Mr. Steele.”
Two days later…
Laura and Remington rendezvoused with Wilson and his family at their home. Wilson was none too happy at their plan. “Laura, I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this idea of yours. You want us to go back to business as usual and wait for some lunatic to come after our daughter?”
“Wilson, I assure you we will be tailing her every step of the way. We will protect her. This is the only way we’re going to draw these people out.”
Taking Laura’s arm, Wilson guided her away from Remington, his wife and Mildred. When they were out of ear shot Wilson looked at her.
“This is my child, Laura. Can you imagine what our lives have been like since this whole nightmare started? I’m terrified for her; that some greedy, dangerous man isn’t going to rest until—”
Wilson struggled for composure. “She’s my life,” he said, evenly. “I can’t have her harmed, Laura. I can’t.”
Tears welled up in Laura’s eyes. Her heart broke for what he was going through. She ran a hand over his shoulder. Wilson. You came to me for a reason. You trusted that I would do whatever it took to find out who is following Dakota. You believed in my abilities to get to the bottom of whatever your daughter’s caught up in. She’s your little girl, and I know as a father you have to do what’s best for her. I understand that, Wilson, but you have to understand something, too. Remington and I are not just good; we’re experts at what we do. We won’t let any harm come to her,” Laura looked him right in the eyes. “I promise you-- I’ll protect her with my life.”
“I know,” Wilson replied hugging her to him. “I know.”
They rejoined the rest of the group. Laura walked straight to her husband’s side. Silently, Remington’s arm came up to the small of her back. He gave her a slight squeeze. It was enough.
“Mildred, are the arrangements made at Dakota’s school?”
“I report there tomorrow as the new teacher’s assistant in her class. I’m clear on my part.”
“Remington?”
“All the surveillance cameras have been installed in the house and around the perimeter. The motion sensors are in place, and the security system’s been tested.”
“Great,” Laura replied. “Can your contacts be ready by 7 o’ clock tomorrow morning?”
“I’ll call everyone and finalize our plans. I’ve got my best men working on this. Even Monroe’s made a few calls. If there’s anything to dig up out there, they’ll find it.”
Laura nodded.
“Who’s Monroe?” Amanda inquired.
“A friend of the family,” Laura smiled, warmly.
Remington winked at his wife.
“Wilson, do you and Amanda have any questions on anything?” Remington asked.
“It all sounds like a viable plan, I just hope you all know what you’re doing,” Amanda said, worriedly.
“We do,” Laura assured Wilson’s wife. She looked toward Remington and Mildred confidently. “We do.”
***
At seven o’clock on the dot, Remington pulled up to the Jeffries’ home in a black Mercedes limousine with black tinted windows. Alighting from the vehicle in an all black suite and dark sunglasses, he slowly walked up to the front door. Ringing the doorbell, Remington stepped aside and waited.
“You look amazing,” a voice piped through his ear.
Smiling, he lowered his head down a bit and tilted inward. “Contain yourself, darling. Mustn’t look suspicious.”
“What you look is incredibly hot.”
“Keep this up and I’ll have to—”
Just then Amanda opened the door. Lowering herself to her daughter’s height, she kissed and hugged Dakota tightly before standing up. “Have a good day, love.” Her mother smiled.
“I will mommy, you too.”
Remington placed an arm around Dakota and escorted her to the awaiting limo. When he’d gotten her settled, he stepped around the back of the car and got in to the driver’s side. “Ready, sunshine?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” came the little girl’s quick reply.
Remington leaned down to adjust the volume on the stereo. “Off we go,” he said, quietly.
“Roger that.” Laura’s voice piped through his earpiece.
Mildred had taken many assignments over the years since she’d joined the agency. She’d played Countesses, mothers, a fish toting bag lady, a high rolling millionaire and even a gigolo’s wife, but being in a room full of 4th graders as their teacher’s assistant was down right fun.
Never would Mildred have pegged herself as teacher material, but she found that she honestly enjoyed working with the students. Their current assignment was free writing in their journals for 15 minutes. At the end, everyone had the ability to share an excerpt from their writing assignment. Even Mildred and their teacher joined in. Mildred wrote about her unexpected trip to Malta and how she helped apprehend a passerby that later turned out to be a two timing con man that lured unsuspecting women into a web of deceit and betrayal by pretending to be infatuated with them. As she was telling her tale, there wasn’t one person in the room that wasn’t hanging on her every word. Even the teacher was glued. Mildred loved her job!
A buzzer on the desk indicated that their class would be over in ten minutes.
“Okay everyone, let’s start cleaning up and getting ready to go,” the teacher announced loudly over the kid’s protests. “We’ll have to hear the rest of Ms. Krebbs Maltese adventure tomorrow, okay?”
Cheers echoed throughout the room. Mildred beamed with pride.
Excusing herself, she decided to go to the ladies’ room while the kids were packing up. Thinking about Edvard made Mildred’s heart flutter. Despite her protests, she had been more affected by him than she’d led on. He had truly captured her heart.
“The bum,” Mildred said, aloud. “Tomorrow, I think our country-hopping Casanova will meet an untimely demise on the end of a meat hook. A big meat hook,” Mildred nodded at her brilliant idea.
Coming out of the stall, Mildred leaned over to wash her hands. Thoughts of how she’d kill Edvard off were still swirling around in her head. Closing her eyes, she thought up more intricate, colorful ways to make the slimy chum bucket pay.
Grinning at her latest idea, Mildred opened her eyes. Looking into the mirror, she let out a shriek when she noticed the man standing right behind her.
Before she could scream, he leaned in and slipped an arm around her and covered her mouth with his right hand. “Ah, ah, ah. If I were you I wouldn’t draw attention to myself by screaming. That may prove to be an extremely bad idea. Get me?”
Shaken, Mildred nodded slowly.
“Good job. Now, you have something that I want. “Do you know what it is?”
She shook her head left and right.
The man leaned closer. “Access to Dakota Wilson.”
Mildred concentrated on making her expression look neutral.
“There’s a few questions I’d like to ask her. We don’t want to hurt the little girl, but make no mistake lady, she’s got something that belongs to my boss, and he will stop at nothing to get it back. Do you understand?”
Quickly, Mildred nodded, yes.
“Now, I’m going to let you go. Don’t try anything suspicious, or I will have to hurt you. You go in there and talk things over with little miss Wilson. I want that item back. By any means necessary,” he stressed. “You got it?”
He let her mouth go. Mildred wanted to sandblast the taste of him off her lips, but she didn’t dare—at least not in front of him. What I wouldn’t give for a bazooka!” Mildred said under her breath.
“What does Miss Wilson have that’s so important?” Mildred asked.
“A map.”
“A map?” Mildred repeated.
“Yes, a map,” he snapped. “Now, that’s all you need to know. “It’s Showtime, lady and don’t forget—I’m watching you. I’m watching your every move. You make one false step and you, and the kid get dealt with. “Understand?
“I understand.”
As she walked toward the bathroom door, she felt a sharp object collide with her side. It didn’t take a scientist to figure out what it was. During their slow progress down the hall, Mildred’s mind raced. She couldn’t do anything that would put any of her kids’ in harm’s way. Looking around, Mildred didn’t see any sign of Laura or Remington. She was affectively cut off. If Mildred was going to do something she had to think fast. They were almost back to the classroom. If ever she was going to pull a rabbit out of a hat, now was the time to do it!