It was why whatever happened never came back to bite her in the ass. It wasn’t the cops but the Feds that were getting the kudos. But she could live with that too, so long as that shit was off the streets.
Closing her eyes, she tried not to think about how much she hurt. Not just her body, but her heart as well. She and her grandda had talked a great deal about what would happen in the event that something like this ever come to pass. He was to go away, never to return. She knew that he had enough money and other paperwork to live a good long time. And trusted lawyers to get him her pension as well as her insurance money in the event that she was killed. Which they both knew was highly likely.
Nikki wished that he was here with her now. That he was holding her hand like he had when she was a little girl. And telling her stories about his days as a beat cop working his way up as an FBI agent. Christ, she loved that old man more than she did herself.
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Aedan wasn’t sure what to do with his hands. Nor his body, for that matter. Every time someone would walk by him in the television studio, he’d feel like begging them to tell him what to say. But he only had to look down at his hand, the one that his mom had put a small mark on, to know that he was going to be all right. The small magic marker drawn paw print did a lot for his nervousness.
He was going to be in a debate with the current governor…an idiot for sure, but this had been planned without Aedan’s knowledge. Aedan had been at his office, the one that he used to work for the Harrison Firm, when his phone buzzed. Picking it up while still reading over the paperwork that he should have turned in yesterday, he barely heard his secretary telling him who was on the other end before telling her it was fine.
“Mr. Harrison, Aedan Harrison?” He sat up in his seat when he heard his name from an unfamiliar voice. “This is Cable News 10. We’re wondering what kind of ticket that you’re running under, and what you think about the debate tomorrow night.”
“Debate?” She laughed and told him that it was tomorrow night on television. Then she proceeded to tell him that her network was carrying it live. “I’m sorry, but I’ve not been notified of any debate. Are you sure about this?”
She laughed again and he wanted to smack her. Not prone to violence, he had to let out a long breath before he reached out to Riordan to see what he knew about it.
Nothing. Are you sure? He told him what Penelope, the caller, had told him. Let me do some checking. Can you get her to give you a few minutes?
I’m sure she won’t notice. She’s been going on for the last five minutes about how her station, Cable 10 by the way, is carrying all the debates, as well as some Christmas line-up that will knock your socks off. Riordan was still laughing when he told him again to hang on. When she took a breath, Aedan cut her off. “I’m sorry, but I’ve not been notified of any debate, and I’ve contacted some people, and they knew nothing about it either. Can you give me some short details on it?”
“You were to be notified by courier a week ago.” He told her he had not been. “I’m sure that I have the receipt here somewhere. Let me find it on my desk.” She asked if he had signed for it. Aedan told her that he thought he’d remember something like that. “That’s strange. I was just given a list of names that were going to be there, just you and the governor it turns out, and to contact you to get information on your ideas for the state. I have no idea where the receipt is. And it would only be the one that was attached to it when I took it to the courier office.”
“I don’t have anything like that. Who would have set it up?” She gave him the names of the company that gave her the short list, and the courier company that they used all the time. “All right. I need you to hang on for just a moment please.”
Without waiting for a reply, Aedan put her