50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

More Life: Chapter 6ixty-Five

    A flurry of movement was set off, with a confused-looking Destiny still seated on the couch beside Aubrey. The Richards and Grahams both looked to the FBI agents for some form of guidance, but the agents were the flurry of movement. One minute, everyone was waiting for room service to be delivered and the next, one of the agents guarding the sweet burst through the door shouting at Darius.

    "The room service guys came around the corner looking dazed and confused, and then he collapsed right in front of us! I can't get a pulse on him, CPR has been rendered but was unsuccessful."

    "Did you call 911 dispatch?"

    "Uniformed local law enforcement and ambulances on the way."

    "Hotel management?"

    "Notified, with a request for air quality to be tested."

    "Oh shit," Dennis mumbled, standing from his seat.

    Sandi nervously grabbed at the sleeve of his shirt.

    Aubrey clocked the motion and a brief smile flashed across his face before he remembered what the situation was. The smile faded as quickly as it had appeared. He clasped a hand around Destiny's. 

    "Can someone bring the food in, at least?" Carlos asked, standing and planting his hands on both hips. 

    Destiny cut a look of disapproval in his direction.

    "What?" Carlos asked with a dramatic roll of his eyes. "At least eating is something to do in this bitch." He plopped back down on the couch, muttering under his breath in Spanish.

    "The food," Darius said, his eyes widening. "The food needs to be checked for poison and we've got to move everyone out. Tomorrow isn't soon enough. We need to get everyone to the cars now. Drivers, line the cars up at the back entrance. Remaining agents, stay behind with us and make sure your firearms are loaded. The agents in the lobby, were they notified?"

    "They were notified."

    Darius turned to Aubrey and made a circular gesture with one hand. "Everything needs to be packed up. We have to get you guys moved."

    "Are we going to test the food ourselves, or allow local law enforcement to do it?" one of the agents asked Darius.

    "Good question," Darius said, striding towards the hotel room door. He opened the door and leaned out into the hall, reviewing the scene.

    A redheaded male was stretched out across the patterned hotel carpet, one arm seemingly reaching for something. The cart had wheeled a bit past him. The faint sound of the hotel elevator dinging reached Darius's ears. 

    "Their local law enforcement could be tainted," one of the agents told Darius.

    "Shh. I'm thinking." Darius continued staring at the scene. One of the platter lids had toppled onto the floor, revealing a rather large tray of spaghetti and meatballs. "Grab a sample of everything. Do we have evidence bags?"

    "Yes, Sir."

    "We have to be quick. Gloves on." Darius snapped his fingers. "Go."

    Aubrey's and Destiny's parents hadn't removed any of their personal belongings yet, so they had nothing to pack up. Aubrey shut down his laptop and stowed it away in his designer laptop bag, then watched Destiny do the same. While slinging the laptop bag strap over his shoulder, he told her, "I'm going to grab our luggage from the bedroom."

    "You guys don't have to stick around while we collect evidence," Darius explained. "The most important priority here is getting you all to the safehouse, each in one piece. These agents are trained in collecting evidence and technically don't need me here to shadow them. I still will, in case law enforcement gets their boxer briefs in a bunch over us disturbing the scene."