NERVES OF STEEL

CHAPTER 39- LETTING HIM STAY

              Given that, she had never been to the Fedorcenkos' Mansion, she had no idea where it was and she didn't think leaving him in a hotel would be the safest option in his state. With all the options run out, Diane decided to let him stay at her place.

                  Ofcourse she could let a drunk man stay in her apartment for the night. What could go wrong? Afterall, he wouldn't be sober till the next day. He would use her bedroom, since she had only one and she would have to make do with the living room.

This sucks!

                      Stopping at her front yard, Diane got down and helped get Russo out of the backseat of the car. He smelled of strong Vodka and she flared her nostrils in irritation as the smell of alcohol hit her face.

                       Having no strength to let him lean on her shoulder anymore, least he crushed her wig his weight, she dragged him by both arms along the grass before abruptly let him down on the wooden floor of her front porch.

                     Diane searched for her house keys in her bag. Once she found it, she opened her front door. Letting out a loud breath, she braced herself once again and dragged him inside once more. Pulling his unconscious body to the bedroom and once again taking an enormous amount of energy to put him on the bed.

"Fat-ass!" She cussed but he couldn't hear her ofcourse.

               Pulling out his PAD from her bag, she stared into the device, her mind flashing back to the information he had been reading. .....With a bottle of Vodka as companion. They had been written in Arabic. She pondered.

             Did he understand Arabic? And hadn't something been written about some terrorist gang? Was he in some kind of mess? If he was, then it he to be more national than personal. That would explain why....why he got wasted.

"Mmmm...."

                She flinched at what sounded like a deep throat growl. It was just Russo tossing in bed. Diane smiled as she placed the PAD on the polished wooden stool beside the bed. She went to the edge of the bed and pulled off his shoes and socks. They were stinky just like everyone else's.

            She could see a handgun tucked into his back pocket. Unconscious and very much vulnerable to her now. This Man was just like every other person. Taking a blanket and a pillow, she walked out of the room, took one peep at the sleeping Man in her room before closing the door behind her.

6:00am...
Chirping....

                   Russo groaned in pain as he woke up from sleep the next morning. His head wouldn't stop banging and he feared he might have fallen and hit his head on his way home from last nig.....wait a screwed-up minute!

                  His vision suddenly cleared and his eyes flew wide open In surprise. This wasn't....home. Where was he? Could it be that he was kidnapped. He paused, finding the idea laughable but at that moment nothing was funny.

                His PAD! Russo finally remembered. What if someone had seen it? And he didn't remember turning it off before his vision got blurry and he blacked out. How could he have been so careless?!

              What if someone had seen the information Felix had sent him but wait! Even if someone did, it was all written in Arabic. They couldn't understand. His nerves calmed a bit but then, he remembered information could be copied and translated.

"Shit...!"

              Anxiously searching around for his shoes, he finally caught sight of the PAD on the stool at the left side of the bed. 'Oh....' Maybe whoever took him meant no harm afterall. It never hurt to be conscious. Placing his hand on his back pocket, he pulled out his handgun and carefully made his way to the living room.