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Subject: À la Vie! - Chapter 49

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Date Posted: Wednesday, November 10, 07:38:20pm
In reply to: Diane 's message, "À la Vie! - Chapter 41+" on Friday, November 05, 11:09:31pm

There was a personal ad in the paper, supposedly from a couple named Nicholas and Michelle, wanting desperately to adopt a baby. Michael dialed the 800 number, knowing that O’Brien needed to speak with him. Nikita noted that Michael said very little, but that he had turned pale, and was a little shaky when he got off the phone.

“What’s wrong,” she asked. “What happened?”

“Elena’s dead,” he answered flatly. “Suicide. Apparently her lover took a lover while she was in rehab.”

“Oh my God, Michael. When was this?”

“Six months ago.”

Nikita was shocked. They had been so insulated in their happy little make-believe world that they had forgotten that life around them continued day by day.

“It gets better,” Michael went on. “Vacek holds me personally responsible for ‘murdering’ his daughter, and has put an assassin on the payroll.”

Nikita’s eyes were huge. “What are we going to do?” she whispered.

“I should go,” he said dully. “Vacek wants me. Not you, not Julie, not even Adam. You’re all in danger because of me. I need to disappear to keep you safe.”

“No way!” retorted Nikita, eyes flashing. “We’ll talk to Julie, but you and I are a team, remember? I’m in this for the long haul. You are not going to get rid of me so easily.” She thought for a moment. “You’re right about Adam. Julie will keep him safe, and Salla would never harm him, even if he did find him. But wherever you go, buster, I’m going too. I am so not losing you again.”

She stepped into his arms and they held each other, neither one saying a work.

* * *

Simone contacted Suba, and told him she had information on Michael Samuelle. They met at an outdoor café on Fisherman’s Wharf. Simone pulled her sweater tightly around her, wondering why he had chosen to meet outside rather than inside someplace comfortable on this crisp autumn day. Like Volares. She remembered the free meal she got from Michael, and was sure this information was worth double what Michael had paid her.

Suddenly she looked up to see Suba sitting opposite her. She hadn’t even seen him approach. “What information do you have for me?” he asked without preamble.

What was with this guy? Didn’t he realize that she got paid first? “What’s it worth to you?” she asked saucily.

“Your life,” he answered, moving his lapel aside so she could see the gun he was carrying.

Simone gulped. This was not going well at all. She stared, bug-eyed.

Suba leaned forward, his left hand still on his lapel. “I don’t have all day.”

“Roberta Wirth is Nikita’s mother. You know, Nikita the l'Éclat model?”

Suba blinked.

Simone went on hurriedly “Nikita and Michael Samuelle are together, and Roberta is in contact with Nikita. I think she knows where they are.”

“Where is this Roberta?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“She works at the Howard Johnson near the university.”

“Thank you. You’ve been very informative.”

“But what about my money,” whined Simone.

“I’m sorry,” replied Suba.

Before she could react, his right hand had reached for his gun and he fired two silenced rounds at her. Simone was leaning back in her chair, her eyes still wide with shock, when Suba casually got up from his seat and walked down the Wharf to his waiting car.

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