Free My Girl by Stormy Glenn Page A

catch him?"
"He's in custody and being questioned as we speak but Morales has already left the area. I tracked him and a bunch of his goons chartering a plane out of Boston headed in your direction. I have law enforcement officials waiting to meet his plane but I still think you need to lay low until he's in custody, Nicky."
"Yeah, yeah, I can do that. I'm sure I can find a place to hide for a few days." He lifted questioning eyes to Seth, letting out a relieved sigh when Seth nodded his head. "But I'll be taking Seth with me."
"Oh?" Elliot chuckled. "Then I guess things are going pretty good between the two of you, huh?"
"Yeah, you could say that." Nicky couldn't help smiling at Seth even though he was scared out of his mind.
"Well, I'm glad. You deserve a little happiness. And Nicky, if Morales knows where you are then I think it's safe for you to give up your disguise. You can go back to being Nicholas Rylander."
"Re—really? I can be a man again?" Nicky could barely get the words past the lump in his throat. He felt stunned. While he hadn't been masquerading as a woman for that long, he couldn't imagine a time when he would be able to go back to being a man.
"Yeah, pretty much. I still don't know how much this guy here told Morales but if he knows where you're located then I'd bet my hat that he also knows you've been disguising yourself as a woman. You might even have a better chance at hiding if you go back to being Nicholas."
"Yeah, okay." Nicky could barely keep the excitement out of his voice.
"Just be careful, Nicky. Morales is not someone to mess with."
"No shit."
"Nicky, I'm serious. He's off his rocker. Stay clear of him, stay hidden, and contact me in a few days. I don't want to know where you’re going or who you will be with. In fact, leave this phone in your apartment and call me from a pay phone or something. Hell, buy one of those damn disposable cell phones if you have to. Just remember to use cash. You do still have that stash of cash I gave you, right?"
"Yes, I still have it," Nicky said, thinking of the roll of money hidden in the top of the medicine cabinet. Elliot had given him several hundred dollars for escape money in case he had to run. Apparently, this was that time.
"Good, use that. Cash is always better. Morales can't track you that way."
"Just how long do I need to hide, Elliot?"
"I wish I could tell you, Nicky, but I don't know. If we can get this guy here to talk then I think we have enough to arrest Morales and keep him in jail this time. Add in the murders of those two US Marshals and your friend, Juan, plus your testimony, and I don't think Morales will see the light of day until your grandchildren are old."
"Do you think the district attorney will really keep him this time? She didn't think there was much of a case last time."
"Well, there must have been something to your story or the US Marshals never would have taken you into protective custody. They don't do that unless they have something good on someone."
Nicky drew in a deep breath. "Okay."
"This case went beyond the local DA anyway when those US Marshals were killed. This is federal now, Nicky."
"And that means what?"
"That means there are a lot more people determined to see Morales hang than before. Unfortunately, it also means that Juan's murder is not their focal point, the death of the marshals is. But it still means that Morales will do time and that’s what we want, any way we can get it."
"I suppose you're right," Nicky said. "But I still want him to pay for what he did to Juan."
"And I'll see that he does, but it can only happen if you keep yourself safe and not let Morales get you. I need you to tell Juan's story, Nicky. You're the only one that can do it."
"Yeah, I understand."
"Alright, now, I want you to go hide somewhere. Don't tell anyone where you're going. Just go. Call me in a few days and we'll go from there."
"Thanks, Elliot."
"Stay safe, kid."
Nicky rolled his eyes as he hung up the phone and slowly set it