The Rig 3: Eye of the Hurricane by Steve Rollins Page B

have some at my place?”
    Elly ran her tongue over her lips and pretended to ponder the matter. She did not need to think. She needed him to talk and the way she could do that was to take it that one step further. Quite honestly, she did not fancy having the dessert here either. The man was such a tedious bore she could not stand anymore, so she slowly nodded.
    Not long after they were in the town car and the senator's hand was on her knee, sliding slowly upwards. She held a glass of champagne in one hand. The senator had a glass in one hand, too, as his other reached the top of her stockings. She sighed. Senator Jacobs smiled and leaned in to kiss her, mistaking her sigh for one of the anticipation of pleasure. She kissed him back, but not with any passion. She bit her lip and looked at his as she pulled away. She laid a finger on his lips and then let her hand run through his hair.
    “You know, maybe I should ask you some questions before we both forget I am a journalist, too.”
    The senator seemed a little taken aback, but he smiled at it and nodded.
    “Quite so.”
    Knowing she had to keep him going, Elly kissed him again and this time with more gusto.
    “‘The City’,” she whispered. “There's something more to this terrorist thingy right?”
    Senator Jacobs smiled as his hand travelled further up Elly's thigh. She felt his fingertips brush against the miniscule strip of silk that prevented them from touching her sex.
    “You are a clever thing, aren't you?”
    She kissed him, but then moved ever so slightly away, so his fingers no longer reached her thong. “Well?”
    “You tease...” He leaned in again, but she scooted a bit further away. “Oh, alright. Yes. The FBI sets some stuff up sometimes, if they need people to remember they're there and need funding.” Again he tried to reach her and kiss her, and she let him touch her now, but did not let him kiss her.
    “But there is something more to this affair, isn't there?” She kept her lips close to his and spoke in a low whisper.
    “Confidential, I'm afraid...” He tried to kiss her again, but she pulled away. “Oh, alright.” He sighed.
     
     
    Chapter Fourteen
     
    They decided to split up again. Dave and Joy would make it to the hospital and then stay there. Sheila and Wes would be leaving later and follow behind them, in an effort to trick up the men who would inevitably pick up on their trail.
    It would be Dave and Joy first because of Joy's condition. She was not capable of making a difficult shot if it was needed. Sheila and Wes would be more capable of that. Dave was best capable of helping Joy. He was, after all, the only one with military training. More than the others, he was capable of getting her through this in one piece. And Joy was happy it was him who would be by her side. She knew he would lay down his life for her. She would never want him to, but it was good to know someone so dedicated to her would be with her.
    When she headed down earlier, Joy did not feel any nervousness. She might have been anxious for her friends and colleagues, but she had not been nervous. She was nervous now though. She suddenly felt very vulnerable. She supposed it was the knowledge that there was actually someone trying to kill them now.
    She held on tightly to Dave as they stepped onto the landing, looking carefully to every side before venturing out. They walked a little way on the landing and at suite number one, turned onto the corridor that lead to a health spa. Outside and inside the spa there was carnage. Some pipes had burst and the place had flooded with boiling water and gas. Whoever was in there at the time – which could not have been many people in the first place given the concert – would have been killed very quickly or succumbed to the injuries from the boiling water.
    Joy did not want to think about it. She wanted to focus on happier, pleasant things. Then she remembered the dream she’d had not long before.
    “Dave...” she