bid more. One time, she leaned over to him as he raised his
hand, increasing the bid on a steel and copper sculpture and
whispered in his ear. "That is the ugliest damn thing I've seen
all year. It looks like a dog met a Mack truck while it was hunched
over pooping."
"I know," Grady said soto
voce . "But Sophia doesn't
want to lose to me, and the guy who donated it is actually a decent
person. So, I'm going to drive the price up to about seventy five
thousand, then drop out."
His instincts were perfect, as she could see Sophia wince as she
raised her hand, agreeing to eighty thousand for the ugly chunk of
metal. She turned to congratulate Grady on his adept bidding when
suddenly the main doors to the banquet hall exploded in a hail of
fire and smoke. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen!" a man
bellowed over the surprised cries of the group. He was short, maybe
five foot seven, and wore a Guy Fawkes mask with his black military
style clothing. With him he carried a pump action shotgun, while the
three others with him had submachine guns. "I'd love to say I
represent some revolutionary group that is here to alleviate the
world of the one percent or something, but the reality is me and my
boys are just here for the money. So if you all sit down and shut up,
nobody gets hurt."
Renee couldn't help but notice that somebody already was hurt, a
waitress who was holding her arm and crying out weakly. She looked
like she may have been caught by the blast of the door, or perhaps a
piece of shrapnel, she wasn't sure which. "What should we do?"
"Exactly what he says," Maria replied. She reached for her
purse, laying it on the table. "I know about these guys. They've
taken down quite a few jobs in the area over the past six months. And
yes, they'll use those guns."
Renee nodded, and laid her hands on the table. The gang went around
gathering cash and certain jewels, tossing them all into messenger
bags. Things were going well until someone, Renee couldn't tell who,
started arguing with one of the gang members about taking his gold
ring. He struggled with the gunman, wrestling over his weapon until a
short burst of shots rang out, the hall filling with screams. Renee
felt something hit her in the chest, and darkness swallowed her up.
The last thing she saw was Grady kneeling over her, his face filled
with fear and concern.
Chapter 6
The first thing Renee was aware of was a bright light in her eyes.
She wondered if she was dying, and it was the fabled 'light at the
end of the tunnel' so many near death experiences talked about. She
didn't think so, after all she was cognizant of her body. At the same
time however, she didn't think she was in a hospital. It had been
years, but she'd been in hospitals before, and the one thing she
remembered was the constant electronic and machine noise. Whether it
was ventilators hissing, heart monitors beeping or just the constant
sound of squeaky shoes on linoleum, she had never known a hospital as
quiet as she thought it was right now.
"Renee?" a voice asked, and it took her a moment to place
it. It was a familiar voice, one she had come to enjoy, one she had
come to trust. She thought it was one she could say she had even come
to love....."Renee? It's Grady."
Grady! Of course! Her eyes snapped open, only to blink shut again at
the bright intensity of the overhead fluorescents. "Where am I?"
she said, reaching up to shade her eyes. "What happened?"
"You're in my lab," Grady replied, standing next to her.
She looked down, and could see that she was still in the cocktail
dress from before, but Grady had ditched his coat somewhere. "I
brought you here after you got shot."
"Here?" she asked,
looking around. The lab was done in eggshell white, and looked like
something out of a futuristic computer lab. She thought it kind of
looked like the starship Enterprise .
"If I got shot, why'd you bring me here, and not to a hospital?"
Grady came around to sit beside her, and she could see the blood
that still