Page 320 of Sticks and Stones
“When is your flight?” he asked.
Tony told him.
“In ninety minutes. Why?”
He put the puppy dog eyes on, and tried to look pathetic again.
“I need you to do something for me.”
Tony warned him.
“As long as it’s not escape. Don’t get my ass in trouble with Elizabeth.”
He laughed.
“Son, I’m in no shape to travel. Sam was right.”
Oh, that was hard to say, but it would pay off for Charlie.
Tony touched his face, and he didn’t have a fever.
“Do you need meds? I can go get the nurse.”
He stopped him.
“I need something better than meds.”
Tony waited.
“Honestly, I would kill for a coffee. I’m dying here. I haven’t had a coffee since two days ago, and I was wondering if you’d grab me one from the cafeteria before you head out. Sam won’t be back for a while.”
Oh, well, that was easy.
“Absolutely. Want me to wait for you to pee?” he asked,
Hell.
No.
He loved this boy, but he was ridiculous. That he didn’t see this coming…
“I’m good. See? Completely stable, and not planning to make a break for it.”
Tony could see that.
“I’m glad you feel better. I know Elizabeth is worried about you.”
Oh, well, he’d be with his daughter soon enough. His only disappointment was his gun and badge were at home.
Damn.
He changed the subject.
“Can I have a hug now?” he asked.
Tony grinned.
When he hugged him, Charlie slipped his fingers into the man’s coat pocket and pulled out his wallet and cell phone. Unfortunately for Tony, he needed it for a few seconds.
