Chapter Thirteen
He lay spent atop her soft, round body, crushing the breathing tube and riding her last, convulsive waves of life.
“Good evening, Mr. Vice-President.”
The dark hospital room was suddenly filled with light. Ward actually found the speed with which the man climbed off Gina’s gurgling, intubated body unexpected and a little startling given his thoroughly effete persona. York stood, as awkwardly naked as a newborn gorilla, next to the bed, his c**k still partially erect though fast deflating.
Mr. Michelson had loaned Ward his driver, Manuel Estevados, a former Ranger. Now Manuel stood beside him holding a 9 millimetre Glock pointed precisely at York’s chest. Terry, in nurse’s whites, strode past him and began swabbing Gina’s v****a.
Ward pointed to a small closet. “We hav
