Troubleshooters - Into The Night Part 25

He was going to have to get out of here. If he b.u.mped into them now, while the two women were together, Kelly might think it odd that he was on such friendly terms with Mary Lou.

"She's just started walking," Mary Lou said. "Getting into everything, you know?"

"Oh, yeah," Kelly said. Even though she didn't have any children of her own, she was a pediatrician. "Time to childproof the house. Lock up that cabinet under the kitchen sink in particular."

"I already did," Mary Lou said.

"That's good. Well, it was nice seeing you." Kelly's words were a polite dismissal, and he knew he had to get out of there before they went in two separate directions.

But Mary Lou kept the conversation going. "I never know what to buy for food when Sam deploys," she said. "I never know when he's going to be back, so I don't want to buy my regular amount of food in case he's gone for a while. But if I buy only a little, that almost guarantees that he'll be back tomorrow."

He took a quick look around the corner to see where they were standing, to try to figure out which was his best way out of the storea"front door or back. Both women had shopping carts. Haley was strapped into the seat of Mary Lou's. Kelly's was filled with food.

"I always just buy a little," Kelly admitted. "For exactly that reason. I'm sorry, I'm running a little late. I better get onto the checkout line. I hate to have to run, buta""

"Are you having a party?" Mary Lou asked. "Or do you just like chips and salsa a whole lot?"

"Oh," Kelly said. "No, not a party. Nothing official, that is. I'm just having a few friends over tonight to watch a video. It helps to do that when, you know, Tom's out of town."

"Oh," Mary Lou said. "Yeah. I know what you mean. It's kind of hard not knowing exactly where they are or what they're doing, or... what have you."

"Yeah," Kelly said. "It is."

Mary Lou's voice sounded a little tight. "Well. Have a nice time. Like you said, you're running late."

"You know, you could come, too," Kelly offered. "I mean, if you're free tonight. If you can find a sitter."

So much for tonight's plana"there was no way Mary Lou was going to turn that invitation down. So unless he could figure out some way to intercept her on her way home...

"Oh," Mary Lou said. "Wow. That's real sweet of you. Thanks. Wow. I'm sure I can find a sitter. What time?"

"Five-thirty. I'm afraid it's on the early side," Kelly told her. "I have an early morning tomorrow."

It was pretty close to 4:30 right now.

"Five-thirty's great," Mary Lou said. "I'll see you then."

"Great," Kelly echoed. He'd spent enough time watching her to know that her enthusiasm was forced.

As she headed for the checkout, Mary Lou headed for produce, leaving him a clear exit route out the back.

It was time to regroup, rethink, recalculate.

In a way it was refres.h.i.+ng, because up to this point, Mary Lou and her humdrum life hadn't been very much of a challenge at all.

Joan answered her cell phone on the first ring. "DaCosta." "Hey, Joan," Muldoon said, sitting down on the dusty ground because out here a step in the wrong direction could make the signal fade. "It's Mike Muldoon. How's it going?"

"Everything is incredibly groovy, Mike Muldoon," she answered. "I'm about five minutes from some kind of social thing at Commander Paoletti's house. Some kind of wives and girlfriends hanging out, drinking lots of wine, and watching Jane Austen movies while you brave gorilla he-men save the world thing. Personally, I think we'll be having more fun."

Muldoon laughed. "I'm not so sure about that. We're using some pretty cool toys tonight and tomorrow. I can't tell you about it, but trust me. The fun factor is high out here."

"Said the man who's definition of fun has nothing to do with Colin Firth," she countered.

A wives and girlfriends gathering. Wasn't it interesting that she'd been invited to that? And wasn't it twice as interesting that she'd go?

"So you're going to this thing because... ?"

"I've accepted Jenk's marriage proposal."

"Ha-ha," he said. "Very funny." She was kidding, wasn't she?

"It's work, Mike," she told him. "I thoughta"if Kelly and the other women are okay with ita"we might set up a similar get-together when Brooke comes to town. I know it's not on her planned schedule of events, but it would make for a great photo op."

"Except for the fact that there's not a man on this team who would want his wife or girlfriend's picture on the front page of a newspaper," he pointed out. "You know, for the same reasons they don't want 'em wearing Navy SEAL T-s.h.i.+rts or hats. There are enough people on this planet who would love nothing more than to retaliate by targeting the loved ones of the Spec War team members who are making their lives so miserable right now. Let's not make it any easier for that sc.u.m to ID them, please "

"Oh, s.h.i.+t." He could hear Joan's good mood evaporate. "You're right, Super SEAL. G.o.d, I never even thought of that."

"Sorry," he said.

"No," she said. "Don't you dare apologize. What a mistake that would have been. I would have put those women in danger and had a team of p.i.s.sed off Navy SEALs coming after me. I think you just saved my a.s.s."

Now was when, according to words of wisdom he'd recently received from Sam Starrett, he should make some kind of comment broadcasting his interest. Like, And a mighty fine a.s.s it is, well worth saving.

"What did you just call me?" he asked instead.

"Nothing," she said. "Probably Muldoon. Or Michael. Or Mike. Ora""

"Super SEAL?"

"Oh, that."

"You've called me that before."

"Yeah. You have a ... man of steel thing that you sometimes get going. It's... amusing."

That wasn't the word he'd hoped she'd use. "Gee, thanks. Nothing I love more than amusing you. Ma'am."

"Watch it, Baby Huey."

"Oh, my G.o.d. How did you... ?"

"People like me," Joan said, laughing. At him. "People talk to me. People tell me all their secrets."

"And all of everyone else's secrets, too, apparently." Muldoon amused hera"wasn't that just great? Still, he had to laugh. His luck was just unendingly bad. "Who told you about Baby Huey? Because now I have to go and kill him."

"So it's true," she said. "That really was your nickname while you went through BUD/S?"

Yeah, and for a long time after. "No," he said now. "Absolutely not. It's a heinous lie."

She laughed again. G.o.d, he loved it when she laughed.

"Oh, I got your email," she told him. "And I forwarded your message on to Brooke."

Come on, brain, don't stall. This was one of the reasons he'd called. Stick to the plana"even if she did find him amusing. "Did you read it?"

"Yes, I did. You didn't really think I'd forward something to the President's daughter without checking, did you?"

"Was it okay?"

"It wasa"" She hesitated for just a fraction of a second. "a"very friendly."

No kidding, it was friendly. Muldoon had labored hard, putting just the right amount of subtle s.e.xual innuendo in the message to Brookea"because he knew Joan would read it.

h.e.l.lo, Brooke. Mike Muldoon here. Iam a lieutenant, junior grade, in U.S. Navy SEAL Team Sixteen. I'm really looking forward to acting as your escort to the Admiral's party Sat.u.r.day night. I hope you'll let me make your eveninga"and the rest of your time in Coronadoa"as pleasurable as possible. I stand ready to take you wherever you wish to go whenever you wish to go there.

Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge. Hubba hubba.

"Any response?" Muldoon asked.

"Yeah," Joan said. "I forwarded it to you. I don't know why she wrote back to me instead of just zapping it directly to your email address. But she did. So I forwarded it."

"What'd she say?"

"What am I, your secretary? Go read your email, my brother from another mother."

"Aw, come on. I don't have time to sign online right now. Did she really write back, or did she send a form letter? "Thank you so much for emailing the daughter of the United States' President "It was... Well, it wasn't a form letter."

"So what'd she say?" he asked again.

"What do you think she said? 'Dear Mike, I've seen your picture and I can't wait to jump your bones...'?"

Muldoon knew Joan said it just to be funny, just to tease. She had no idea how close it cut to a truth that made him uncomfortable in a decidedly perverse way. Perverse because although he hated it, he continued to use his looks to his advantage.

He'd have used them with Joan by now if he could have.

"Talk to her when you talk to her," Sam Starrett had said to him just a few hours ago on the transport planea"Muldoon's own Texas-style, six-foot-three-inch, s.h.a.ggy-haired, stubble-chinned Dear Abby.

"You know, I can't remember the last time I was with a woman who wanted to sleep with me because of me," he told Joan now. "You know, not because of what I look like, but because of who I am. Frankly, I'm tired of it." As soon as the words were out of his mouth he regretted saying them. Way to sound pathetic and stupid. "I'm sorry. Look, I need to go."

"Whoa," Joan said. "Whoa, whoa, whoa there, my friend. You can't just say something insightful and extremely maturea"and personal, might I add?a"and then run away."

"It didn't sound mature to mea"it sounded pretty stupid and whiny. Like, you know, poor me. I can't walk into a bar without a dozen women wanting to get naked with me. Life sure is rough." He rolled his eyes in disgust at himself.

She laughed. Apparently he was continuing to amuse her. "Yeah, well, I can imagine that would get old after a while. Maybe. But the truth is, Michael, that lots of people are easily attracted to superficial things. A pretty face, a nice body, money, a position of power. You know, I've been romanced by men who just want a connection to the White House. You learn to be careful. You learn to identify the insincere pieces of s.h.i.+t from the real deal. And real people are out there."

"Yeah," he said. "I know. I just haven't found that many of them." And none of thema"like hera"was even remotely interested in him. That was a pathetic thing to say. Fortunately he shut his mouth before it came out.

"Keep looking," she told him. "They're out there."

"Yeah," he said. "I guess." He didn't want to keep looking. He liked what he'd already found. "Look, I really do have to go now. Are you sure you won't tell me, just real quick, what Brooke said in her email?"

"She asked you a bunch of questions. What's your favorite movie, what's your favorite color? That sort of thing. Jeez, I don't know exactly. With Brooke you never know what she's going to say just to shake you up a little. Like, what's your favorite s.e.xual position?"

"Star Wars, red, and on my back."

"O-kay," Joan said. "Well now. Thanks so much for information I didn't need to receive."

"Hey, you asked."

"No, / didn't ask. She asked. And she didn't even ask. I was just speculating what she might have asked. G.o.d."

"Feel free to pa.s.s the information along," he said.

"Oh, ew," she said. "She's too old for you. Don't gross me out, Muldoon. Besides, didn't you just get done telling me how tired you were of superficial s.e.x?"

"Yeah," he said "But when the choice is between superficial s.e.x or no s.e.x, well... I am a guy."

"One whose maturity points have all just been erased" she informed him. "Okay, I'm here. At Tom and Kelly's. I've got to go drink wine. Thanks so much for checking in, Lieutenant Icky."

"Hey," he said suddenly afraid he'd gone too far, despite Sam's advice. What did Sam Starrett know, anyway? "I didn't mean to offend you."

Joan definitely had the greatest laugh. "What, by telling me Star Wars is your favorite movie? That is kind of offensive, Mikey. Everyone knows that The Empire Strikes Back was the best."

Muldoon laughed too, relieved. "Tell everyone we're here, we're safe, and we'll be back in plenty of time for the admiral's party on Sat.u.r.day night. I'll check in with you again tomorrow."

"May the force be widi you, Super SEAL," she said and cut their connection.

Chapter 13.

Charlie was quiet in the car on the ride home from Don's.

The kid had woken up a little after 5:30, and he'd actually ventured out into the kitchen to get something to eat. It was then, while he ate the dinner Charlie had prepared, that he asked them to go home.

Charlie had looked over at Vince, a question in her eyes. Would he be okay on his own? Was it possible the medication had begun to work that quickly?

Vince had nodded yes. Actually, the doctor had prescribed a powerful, temporary antipsychotic in addition to the kid's usual meds. The new drug had a calming effect, the doc had said. It would ease Donny's anxieties, so much so that they'd see an almost immediate result.

The proof was right here, in his emergence from the closet.

Of course, now Don was in the process of getting worked up over the fact that his grandparents were there outside of their regularly scheduled weekly visit. So maybe it would be best if they did leave.

The kid preferred to be alone. He liked his regular routinea"which involved a lot of time spent by himself, on the Internet.