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CHAPTER EIGHT
IN THE CLOSET
After the altercation, the Major did not return to the hospital.
Once the doctors were satisfied that the Earl had no internal injuries, or anything else that might surprise them, he was moved from Critical Care to a private room. This was met with the approval of his men, as it meant there would no longer be any visitor restrictions. The Major left orders that one of the Alphabet remain on guard duty outside the room until the units were accounted for.
Dorian hoped that the Major would make at least one appearance to check on his men, but as days passed, it became apparent that this was not to be. The Earl started to wonder if his monumental misjudgment had caused him to lose the man after so short a time. Then the day came and he was fit enough to be released from the hospital. To his surprise, it was Agent G who appeared to take him home.
“Where’s Bonham? And the others?” Dorian asked as he was helped into the waiting car.
“I don’t know, sir,” G replied nervously. “The Major ordered that I pick you up and deliver you to your home.”
“I see.” This was the full extent of their conversation until they arrived at the Earl’s house.
Dorian cursed a few times, gritted his teeth, and struggled to get out of the car without hurting himself, which was next to impossible with broken ribs. He cursed again when he saw the interior of the house. Despite his men’s best efforts, it was no longer the showpiece it had been on his arrival.
“Damnation, look at this place,” Dorian said angrily. “Troy will never let me stay at any of his places again.”
G gave him a weak smile. “Let me get you to bed, sir. Then I’ll get you some tea.”
“Oh, I’ve had enough of bed rest,” Dorian replied.
“You just got out of the hospital. Who the fuck gets any rest there?”
Dorian looked up in shock at the sound of the Major’s stern voice. The officer was standing in the doorway of the downstairs bedroom, his face unreadable. The Earl stopped dead in his tracks. “Major,” he gasped. “What on earth…?” Then his eyes narrowed. “Where are my men?”
“I had them expelled from Germany this morning.”
“You what?” Dorian winced, a hand going to his side. “Bastard, don’t make me shout, it hurts.” He did not resist when G started moving him toward the bedroom. Klaus stepped aside to allow them to pass. Dorian sat on the edge of the bed, a hand going to his broken ribs as he moved to lean back on the pillows.
“You had my men thrown out of the country on the day you knew I was getting out of hospital?” Dorian said once he was settled under the blankets.
Klaus did not reply. Instead, he addressed his agent. “G, get the Earl’s prescriptions filled. And pick up some fresh milk. God knows that condition the stuff in the kitchen is in. That stingy bug probably bought spoilt milk because it was cheep.”
“Yes, sir.”
Dorian shifted position, wincing in pain as he did so. He crossed his arms and waited until the Major spoke first, which he did not do until the exterior door slammed shut. The officer remained at the bedroom door, looking as if he were waiting for something.
Klaus turned back to see the Earl glaring at him. “You won’t be able to fly for a while with those ribs.”
“Major,” Dorian said coldly.
“Your men aren’t being thrown out of Germany,” Klaus interrupted, adding, “Not yet, anyway.”
“Now you’re just being vindictive. I said I was sorry.”
Klaus’s eyes flickered. Again, he did not reply directly. “I know who hired the men who attacked you,” he announced, going on to explain that an information leak had been traced back to Eroica’s men.
“My men? I don’t understand.”
“I arranged the transfer, time and place. Then you got a fake note changing it. The plan was probably to lure you from the house. They must’ve been ecstatic when you left on your own. As soon as you were gone, the house was turned inside out.”
“Major, I already told you, there’s no way anyone couldn’t’ve found those units of yours.”
“You’re right, they didn’t find them. I did. Right where you said they were.”
Dorian frowned. “Then why all this cloak and dagger stuff?”
“Because whoever trashed your house knows that they didn’t find anything. They will also know that I don’t have them, either.”
“Oh, great.”
“I made sure your men knew you were being released today before they were rounded up for deportation. Your Mr. James was very vocal about how you would be completely alone when you got home.”
Dorian’s eyes grew wide. “You’re using me as bait?” he gasped. “Oh, thank you very much, Major.”
“Don’t you trust me to protect you?” Klaus asked calmly.
“You?”
“Anyone watching the house will have seen you and G arrive, and G go off on his own.”
“Leaving me alone in the house,” Dorian concluded. “Then what?”
“You do to exactly as I tell you.”
Dorian’s eyes flickered. “More ground rules, Major?”
Klaus gave him a sideways look before quickly going over what he needed the Earl to do. He had no sooner finished when his cell phone rang. He had a brief conversation and hung up. “That was A. Our man is heading to the rear door.” Klaus handed the phone to the Earl, pulled his gun, and listened until he heard the back door open. Then he moved to the closet.
Dorian gave a wry smile. “I haven’t got you out of the closet yet, and here you are going back in again,” he quipped quietly.
Klaus silently glared before pulling the closet door far enough to conceal himself.
Dorian settled back onto his pillows and waited. He expected any number of people to appear at his doorway, but not the one who actually did. He was so stunned, it took him a moment to recover. Then he smiled brightly. “Why, Agent Adams, this is such a surprise,” he drawled. “You’re the last person I expected to come to my bedroom. Well…second to last, perhaps.”
Adams shuddered visibly and actually bared his teeth in a sneer. “Don’t start that fag crap with me,” he snarled. “Where are the boxes you took from the exhibit?”
Dorian gave the man an innocent look and started to play with his hair. “Boxes? What boxes would those be?” To his shock, the man crossed the room and slapped him across his face. The Earl was knocked sideways and sat with a hand to his already bruised face, fighting back tears. Damn, that hurt!
“Don’t play the fool with me, faggot!” Adams thundered. “I know you have them. Where are they?”
“They’re in the safe,” Dorian replied calmly.
Adams seemed taken aback. “No they’re not. I already looked in the wall safe,” he replied.
It was all the Major could do not to cry out in triumph. Gotcha! he thought happily. Now send him to me, Dorian.
Dorian could almost hear the Major’s mental cry of victory. He gave Adams his best frightened look and pointed at the closet door. “Not that one, the one in the closet.” He couldn’t resist adding in a seductive tone, “Some of my toys are very valuable, you know.”
“Toys?” came the horrified reply.
Dorian’s voice dropped. “Sex toys. Lots of them.” He waved a hand at the closet door. “Well, go on. Into the closet where you belong, you homophobic bastard.”
Adams’ eyes narrowed and he slapped the Earl again. “If you’re lying, I’ll put you back in the hospital with more than a couple of broken ribs,” he threatened as he crossed the room. He opened the closet door, finding himself staring down the barrel of a gun.
“Lay another finger on him and I’ll put you in the morgue,” the Major snarled.
Adams’ eyes nearly bulged out of his head and several unintelligible gurgles rose in his throat.
“On your knees, hands behind your head,” the Major ordered. When the man hesitated, he pressed the barrel of his gun against his forehead. “Do you want to watch the red radish from below?” he asked coldly. He did not take his eyes off the man as he ordered, “Eroica, get everyone in here.”
Dorian was already dialing the Major’s cell phone. “Mr. A? We got him,” he said happily. “And the Major would greatly appreciate the presence of everyone with you posthaste.” He giggled and hung up, giving the officer a bright smile.
Klaus just shook his head. “You idiot.”
oOo
Within minutes, the Alphabet had descended, taking Adams into custody.
“What’ll happen to him?” Dorian asked as the man was handcuffed and led from the room.
“If I have anything to say about it,” the Major replied coldly, “he’ll spend the rest of his life in the prison of a third world nation.”
“Major, you are evil,” Dorian remarked.
“My way of giving back double what he did to you.”
An impish grin came to the Earl’s face. “He’d better strap a pan to his assets.”
The Major drew a deep breath, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. With his men still in the house, he could not answer in the way he wanted. Instead, he bit his tongue and asked the Earl to remove the units from his safe, which he turned over to his men. Several minutes later, everyone was gone, leaving Dorian and Klaus alone in the house.
Dorian sat silently watching the Major a moment before finally asking, “How did you know it was Adams?”
Klaus gave him a steady look. “The novelty wearing offYou’re not the only one I said that to.”
o
A very agitated Adams stormed back and forth across the room, his hands waving in the air. “How do you put up with that fag, Major?” he practically demanded. “Do you know what he asked me?”
“Something perverse, no doubt,” the Major replied blandly.
“He asked if my hair was white all over!”
The Major put a hand to his head and closed his eyes. This is how you make nice, you idiot thief? “Just don’t ask him if he’s really a blond,” he said knowingly, “or he’ll volunteer to show you.”
“Shit!”
“After twenty-five years, I keep thinking I’ve heard it all. Then he finds a new way to—”
“Jesus! I can’t imagine twenty-five years of—” Adams broke off, giving way to an involuntary shudder. “It gives me the willies just thinking about it.”
The Major gave a small grunt. “You’re lucky. At least all you have to do is wait for him to get bored.”
“Bored?” came the incredulous reply.
“Eroica is capricious, impulsive,” the Major said, turning his attention back to his work. “As soon as the novelty wears off, he’ll forget you even exist.”
o
Dorian sat with a hand to his mouth, his eyes wide. “That’s what you meant when you said…” he whispered, realizing that it had not been him that the Major had been angry at in the hospital. It was the son-of-a-bitch he had just arrested.
Dorian closed his eyes and sighed heavily. “I thought you were angry with me because I…” He sat up straighter in bed, wincing as he did so. He reached over to his nightstand and picked up the pain pills that G had placed there earlier, along with a glass of water.
Klaus waited for the Earl to take his medication. He took a seat in a chair near the bed, lighting the cigarette at the same time. “Something I never told you,” he said finally, blowing smoke in the air. “At the start of all this, G indicated that Adams might not be all that he appeared.”
“In what way?” Dorian put the glass back on the table, turning to give the man his undivided attention.
“When G referred to you as Eroica, Adams didn’t seem to care.”
“But…you told me that NATO smoothed things over with Interpol, didn’t they?”
“Yes. And Interpol was not pleased.” Klaus leaned back in his seat. “G was ready for all kinds of pissing and moaning and got…nothing. He said it was as if the man had no idea who you were.”
“Oh! Now I know the man’s a Philistine,” Dorian said in an overly affronted voice.
Klaus gave him a small smile. “It gets better. When I contacted Interpol, they said that Agent Adams was on an extended leave of absence for medical reasons. Mental breakdown. They also said that they had no agent attached to the tour.”
Dorian’s mouth dropped open. “Shit! He was the one doing the smuggling?” He put a hand to his head, which was already spinning. “So, the men in the photos…?”
“Paid stooges, like the ones who beat you up. They thought they were putting reinforcing blocks into the displays.”
“Oh bloody hell,” Dorian said in disbelief. “Even an art know nothing like you wouldn’t buy that story.”
Klaus’s eyes flickered, a small smile curling the edges of his mouth. His phone rang at that moment and he had a brief conversation. “Your men are on their way back,” he said as he snapped the phone shut.
Dorian suddenly feared the worst and quickly said, “Before my men get here and you flee from my presence, are we okay?”
“Flee from your presence?”
“You know what I mean. Part of the ground rules.”
Klaus drew a deep breath. “I don’t know if we’re okay. Things…have gotten a bit out of control,” he said as he got to his feet.
Dorian felt his heart turn over. “Klaus, please…”
Klaus held up a hand. “I have a mission to complete, and you have a lot of healing to do,” he said firmly. He saw a pained look pass behind the Earl’s eyes. “And I still have to pay you for services rendered.”
“I don’t want to lose you,” Dorian said plaintively.
Klaus gave him a steady look. “I can’t get into this now. Not during a mission.”
“I made a stupid mistake and I’m sorry!”
“I know. That isn’t—”
Whatever Klaus was going to say was interrupted when the front door burst open. Eroica’s men came pouring into the house, led by James, who let out a howl when he saw the Major. He took refuge behind Bonham, pointing a finger at the officer at the same time. “It was your doing, wasn’t it? Trying to have us all deported!”
Dorian quickly intervened. “Now, don’t be like that, Jamesie,” he said sweetly. “It was all a mix up with Interpol, wasn’t it Major?” He gave Klaus a steady look.
“To say the least,” Klaus replied acidly.
“The Major and I were just discussing my payment.”
Klaus rolled his eyes when James’ eyes lit up. When he started saying something about charging NATO for psychological damage, the Major’s patience was at an end. He took a step forward to stand over the little man and pointed a finger in his face. “You try sending NATO any bullshit charges like that, and I will refuse to authorize any of your expenses. Got it!”
James’ mouth snapped closed with an audible click. He looked on the verge of tears but remained silent.
Klaus gave the Earl a steady look. “You’ll be contacted, Eroica, about…everything we discussed.” So saying, he turned on his heel and left.
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