Juliet and Juliet?

Chapter 19

Porter kept his eyes locked on the figure outside, without moving his head he spoke to his expectant audience. "Olivia, we need to leave right now. Get Suzy over here so I can settle the bill."

Olivia had watched his reaction to the message and his face as it flashed in recognition as he looked out the window. She heard him speak to her but didn't move.

Porter moved his eyes to connect with hers, "Please Olivia, we have to get out of here," he implored.

"Why? That your Boss? Who's got you rattled Porter? What did the text sa-"

Porter silenced her with an intense look and said, "Olivia, if we don't get out of here right now, innocent people are going to get hurt. Please, you have to trust me... please Liv," he pleaded.

Alex sat up straighter at the use of the shortened name, 'Liv?' she repeated. With a single word Dean Porter confirmed her suspicions that the FBI agent and the NYPD Detective did indeed have a personal history. 'I hate him even more,' she thought and glared across the table at him.

Olivia was surprised. He'd never called her that before, not once. She was about to look out the window to see what he was looking at when his voice stopped her, "Don't look, it'll just give him a bigger thrill knowing you know he's out there," he said calmly.

"Who?" she asked desperately.

"Sean Connors."

Alex sucked in a shocked breath and reached for Olivia's hand under the table. She held it tightly trying to regain her focus. Stalling Porter in the diner had seemed like a good idea, now they were trapped with apparently only one way out.

Olivia felt the rage course through her tired and battered body, "You prick, you fucking prick. You were taking us to him the whole fucking time," she spat venomously at him, wary of her rising voice within earshot of the surrounding patrons.

He was about to answer her when his phone on the table vibrated again, a call this time. He answered on the second vibrating ring, "What are you doing?" he cryptically demanded.

"Aww c'mon now Agent P is that any way to greet yer old pal?" Sean Connors replied.

"What are you doing? We had an agreement," Porter said angrily.

"You're late, you shouldn't have pulled off the road Agent P. Lucky for you we're in the middle of nowhere, 'twas easy finding you. You're supping in the only diner for 20 miles." Connors taunted.

"What now?" Porter asked as Olivia's eyes bored into his.

"I think it's time you paid your bill and came out, I'll give you a lift...all of you," he said firmly.

Porter closed his eyes as he replied, "5 minutes," and hung up. He waved Suzy over himself and asked for their bill. He paid her and left a generous tip as he watched her handing Olivia a white rectangular box.

Suzy was smiling at both women, unaware that their returned smiles were fake and they were desperately trying to think of a way out of this mess. As she left the table Olivia looked over at Porter, "Well?" she asked.

He sighed, " Connors' is waiting for us out front, we go out and he'll take us where we're going," he paused before continuing, "if we don't go outside, he'll come in here guns blazing, not caring who he takes down. Trust me, I know this man, he'll do it without a second thought," he finished.

Olivia was stunned at the revelation that Connors' was outside and realized that it had been him calling Porter earlier in the car. "Why would you do this? If Connors' has something on you, we can work it out whatever it is, please Dean. Think about what you're doing, " she reasoned.