Serial Novel: Falling in Public, Ch. 16
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Falling in Public
Chapter 16
Holly knelt down beside the couch, shaking Eddie's shoulder. "Oh no. Oh God. Wake up, dammit!" She dialed 911 on her cell phone, but remembered just in time that there was a medical team on staff, and they would be closer. She ran over to the phone hanging on the wall above her dressing table and pushed zero, pacing back and forth while she waited for an answer. When a voice finally came over the line, she nearly cried with relief.
"I need help right away," she said, unable to take her eyes off Eddie's still form. "There's a guy...uh...a friend of mine collapsed after he smelled some flowers someone sent to me. You have to hurry. He's breathing, but it doesn't sound like he's getting enough air..."
The paramedic promised they'd be there in five minutes and she hung up, going back to Eddie's side. She stroked his forehead, not knowing what else to do while she waited. If he hadn't been there, she'd be the one passed out, and who knows what could have happened? Guilt tugged at her conscience, not only because Eddie had gotten caught up in this mess, but also for the things she'd said on stage. She should have answered the phone when he'd called, let him explain. Maybe somehow they could have...
A firm knock at the door interrupted her thoughts, and she ran to open it, relief pulsing through her veins. But it wasn't a paramedic on the other side, and she gasped when the man in dark blue coveralls holding a gun grinned knowingly up at her.
"We meet at last, Ms. Saunders," he said, peering around the door to where Eddie was on the couch. "I see your friend is sleeping - don't worry about him, he'll be fine in a few hours. A little hung-over, maybe. You, on the other hand, need to come with me. We have some unfinished business to take care of."
Holly glanced at the door, assessing the situation to see if there were any other options. Was it thick enough to stop a bullet? Or maybe if she grabbed the poisoned bouquet and tossed them in his face? He was short and not very big, and for half a second she wondered if she could tackle him. That's probably what Shelby, the heroine in her current novel would do. The thought nearly made her smile.
"Don't even think about it, Saunders." The man motioned with his gun for her to step out into the hallway. "I really won't hesitate to shoot you if that's what it takes. And they're filming some action scene right outside, so no one's going to blink if they hear gunshots."
As if on cue, two loud pops rang out, followed by two more. Holly looked back at Eddie, then reluctantly moved into the hall, leaving the door slightly ajar.
"Where are we going?" she asked as he took her arm, pushing her forward in front of him as the barrel of the gun pressed into her spine. "Why are you doing this?"
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Falling in Public
Chapter 16
Holly knelt down beside the couch, shaking Eddie's shoulder. "Oh no. Oh God. Wake up, dammit!" She dialed 911 on her cell phone, but remembered just in time that there was a medical team on staff, and they would be closer. She ran over to the phone hanging on the wall above her dressing table and pushed zero, pacing back and forth while she waited for an answer. When a voice finally came over the line, she nearly cried with relief.
"I need help right away," she said, unable to take her eyes off Eddie's still form. "There's a guy...uh...a friend of mine collapsed after he smelled some flowers someone sent to me. You have to hurry. He's breathing, but it doesn't sound like he's getting enough air..."
The paramedic promised they'd be there in five minutes and she hung up, going back to Eddie's side. She stroked his forehead, not knowing what else to do while she waited. If he hadn't been there, she'd be the one passed out, and who knows what could have happened? Guilt tugged at her conscience, not only because Eddie had gotten caught up in this mess, but also for the things she'd said on stage. She should have answered the phone when he'd called, let him explain. Maybe somehow they could have...
A firm knock at the door interrupted her thoughts, and she ran to open it, relief pulsing through her veins. But it wasn't a paramedic on the other side, and she gasped when the man in dark blue coveralls holding a gun grinned knowingly up at her.
"We meet at last, Ms. Saunders," he said, peering around the door to where Eddie was on the couch. "I see your friend is sleeping - don't worry about him, he'll be fine in a few hours. A little hung-over, maybe. You, on the other hand, need to come with me. We have some unfinished business to take care of."
Holly glanced at the door, assessing the situation to see if there were any other options. Was it thick enough to stop a bullet? Or maybe if she grabbed the poisoned bouquet and tossed them in his face? He was short and not very big, and for half a second she wondered if she could tackle him. That's probably what Shelby, the heroine in her current novel would do. The thought nearly made her smile.
"Don't even think about it, Saunders." The man motioned with his gun for her to step out into the hallway. "I really won't hesitate to shoot you if that's what it takes. And they're filming some action scene right outside, so no one's going to blink if they hear gunshots."
As if on cue, two loud pops rang out, followed by two more. Holly looked back at Eddie, then reluctantly moved into the hall, leaving the door slightly ajar.
"Where are we going?" she asked as he took her arm, pushing her forward in front of him as the barrel of the gun pressed into her spine. "Why are you doing this?"
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