Chapter Seventy-Three
Angola, LA
After the staged embrace, Moses held Jhonnette with his piercing, mahogany gaze. Moses was a wise man; she knew he wouldn’t believe a word she had to say. And why should he really? For all he knew, she might be the culprit behind his current pain and suffering. She hoped their mutual need for survival could thaw his frosted glare.
Jhonnette became aware of the growing chaos around her. Doctors and nurses filled the treatment center, running around like hyperactive preschoolers as they grabbed medical supplies. The warden had said there would be no evacuation, so why all the commotion?
Jhonnette stepped into the corridor to catch an orderly, nurse, or anybody who could tell her what the hell was going on. They flowed around her as if she were a boulder in a river.
“You better move before you get trampled,” a smooth, even voice spoke from the bed.
Moses was smiling at her. Jhonnette returned to his bedside. “Thanks for the heads up.”
“I should really be thanking you,” Moses said, his eyes never leaving her face. “I can’t have my savior getting taken out of the picture, now can I?”
So he read Lincoln’s little note. Good.
With firmer footing to stand on, Jhonnette asked, “Do you know what all the fuss is about?”
“Looks like they’re moving supplies to the camps to prepare for the hurricane.”
“The warden said they were going to try and ride this one out.”
“Very unfortunate for us, isn’t it?”
Jhonnette nodded. “How are you feeling?”
He mulled the question over like a professional wine taster and then said, “When I was a kid, a friend’s cousin dared me to climb a tree and try to knock down an old wasp’s nest we all thought had been abandoned. I got up there, showboating and what not, and hit that wasp’s nest with a stick. Before I could blink, six angry wasps were on me. I fell out of a tree and landed on the roof of a neighbor’s old car with wasps stinging me the whole way down.”
“Ouch!”
“Right. Now multiply that pain times ten and you’d be close.” He smiled again, in spite of the pain.
Jhonnette was charmed, but reminded herself she was there for information, nothing more. In this condition, Moses was no threat to her father. He could rot here for all she cared.
“Don’t worry about that,” Moses said, misreading her expression of concern. “We’re not going anywhere either.”
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