eyes. He reached for her hand.
âThank you for coming, Ell, really.â
âI told you I would.â
âI know, and you didnât have to, but thatâs the kind of woman you are.â
âMattâ¦donât.â
He turned away and looked up at the ceiling. âI made some mistakes, Ell.â
She pressed her lips together. She didnât want to hear this.
âI messed up, with you, the girls, everything. I got to thinking that maybe this was my punishment for hurting you.â
âMattââ
âJust hear me out. I know I have no right to ask you anything, but I need you, Ell. Really need you. I know I canât get through this alone.â
Oh, how their roles had reversed, she thought. For years it had been her whoâd depended on Matthew. Depended on him for everything, from finances to happiness. When he pulled the rug out from under her, sheâd felt as if sheâd been dropped into a bottomless pit and would never stop falling. Now it was Matt who needed her and she wasnât sure how to handle that.
âThe doctor said you need to make some decisions aboutâ¦your treatment as soon as possible.â
âI was hoping that we could do that together.â
âThis is your life, Matt. Your decision.â
âItâs our life. We may not be legally bound together, any longer, but youâll always be my wife, Ell. Always.â
She couldnât do this. She couldnât let him manipulate her emotions like this.
She lifted her chin. âDid you drive?â
âI took a car service.â
âIâll be in the waiting room. Have the nurse or someone come and get me when youâre ready. Iâll take you home.â She turned and walked out before he had a chance to say anything else. But, instead of going to the lounge, she went to the ladiesâ room, found an empty stall and wept.
Chapter 5
R on got up from the edge of the desk as the two men came through the door. He knew who they were before they opened their mouths. They all looked the same, so inconspicuous that youâd have to be blind not to see they were government men.
âCan I help you?â Ron asked.
The first man took off his prerequisite sunglasses. âIâm Agent Jennings and this is Agent Collins.â
Ali came to stand next to Ron. âYou guys are pretty far away from home.â He folded his arms across his broad chest.
âLocal business. Weâre looking for Ron Powers.â Agent Jennings focused on Ron, knowing it was him by his photo, even though the picture was an old one. He hadnât changed much over the years.
âIâm Ron Powers. What can I do for you?â
âItâs been brought to our attention that you were a former member of the Black Panther Party.â
âThat was a long time ago. I was a kid. What about it?â
âOld enough to get arrested.â
âYour point.â
âItâs also been brought to our attention that you have a supplier that has connections to the Middle East.â
Ali dropped his arms and took a step forward. âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
Ron backed him up with his arm.
âNo need to get nasty,â agent number two chimed in.
Ali cut the agent a look.
âI donât know what youâre talking about and, if my supplier does have these alleged connections, I donât have anything to do with that.â
âThatâs where youâre wrong,â Agent Jennings said.
âWe want to take a look at your books and your employee list,â Agent Collins said.
âYou got a warrant?â
Jennings tightened his face. âIt wonât be a problem to get one if you force us to go that route.â
âNo force. Just citizensâ rights. Whatâs left of them,â Ron tossed back.
âItâs really best if you donât make this more difficult than it is,â said Collins.
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