Read Misty for Free Online

around her to push the door open.
    “My car is right here.” He pointed to the silver sports car. It sat low and sleek in front of the building in a no parking zone.
    She stopped and turned to stare up at him. He had dark sunglasses on, so she really couldn’t see the unusual eyes. Just as well, she didn’t want to be distracted. “Look, I don’t know what this is all about, but I am opting out. I don’t know who you are and I don’t really want to know. I am not the type to ride in that fancy car. I am sweaty and I stink. Go away.” She turned away and started down the sidewalk.
    A hand clamped around her arm. Even through the cloth, it felt cold and hard. She knew that there was very little chance of pulling away and she really did not want a wrestling match in the middle of the sidewalk. As it was, a couple of people were glancing at them as the people walked past. Okay, a quick ride home in a nice car. What could that hurt? “Let go, I will ride with you.” She felt him release her arm and he went over and opened the passenger door, waiting. She stood for only a moment, then slid down into the car.
    They rode in silence for two traffic lights but when they stopped for the third she couldn’t resist. “New leather. Car smells great. I really hope I leave sweat marks. You deserve it.” She looked out the window so he couldn’t see her smile, but when she looked forward and glanced at him out of the corner of her eye she was surprised that he was also smiling. It was a crooked smile that was almost a challenge. He finally pulled in behind her truck. She meant to get out quickly but the door wouldn’t open. He turned off the car but still the door didn’t open.
    “Okay, unlock the door, I need a shower and lunch.” She wouldn’t look at him. She just sat and waited.
    “I could help with lunch — invite me in, I will make the sandwiches while you take the shower.” She heard the lock on the door click.
    She got out a little slower while she was thinking. She felt him walking behind her and she fished her key out. She unlocked the door and entered, surprised that he was standing, waiting and looking at her. She needed some answers.
    “Okay, come in. Find the fixings in the kitchen. I will be right with you.” She stepped back as he entered. The room suddenly seemed a lot smaller with him in it, so she decided to ignore him. She went through her bedroom to the private bathroom and after locking the door, took a short shower, clipping her hair up so that she didn’t have to wash and dry it. She put on the loose top and jeans she had brought in with her, then walked barefoot out to her empty main room.
    He was behind the bar, leaning over it with his elbows. There was a sandwich on a plate on her side. She walked over to it, slid up on a stool looking at the open bottle of water. She took a long drink, using it as an excuse to regard him. He had removed his glasses and she glanced away, not sure about staring at those unusual eyes.
    “Not hungry?” She had to ask, since he had made only one sandwich.
    “Not for that.”
    “Sure. Will you answer some questions?” She did look up at him now, to see if he was going to respond to her query.
    “Yes, but you might not like the answers.” There was that little crooked smile on his face.
    “Let’s start with your name. I assume you know mine.”
    “My name is Radames — most call me Rad.”
    She looked at him for a moment, thinking, yep, he was not going to make this easy. “Is that your first or last?”
    “Both.”
    “Sure, okay, who do you work for — CIA, FBI, one of those?”
    That little crooked smile was growing as he answered her. “No, in fact I am not a citizen of the US.”
    She had started to take a bite from the sandwich, but now she just looked at the dark bread with a nice slice of cheese and beef. He had said she would not like the answers. Oh shit, terrorists. “You’re El Qaeda?” She watched him close.
    Now the smile was