`*`CHASE 2`*` Link to chase 3..pg 158! ❤️ - Page 8

Originally posted by: armaghan0

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Originally posted by: chocolate p

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sam.

Originally posted by: chocolate p

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Chapter Fifteen-Part 2

"We've got a few more minutes to go. We're making our final descent."

His grip on her hand tightened. "How do you know that?"

"The captain just told the attendants to sit down."

"Did you hear the landing gear go down? I sure as hell didn't hear it."

"I did."

"You're sure?"

Yes. I'm sure."

He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down. "You do know that this is when most accidents happen, don't you? Pilots misjudge the runaway."

"Did you read that somewhere?"

"No, I just figured it out. Simple physics. Things go wrong......human error. Think about it. One man's trying to ease down a hundred sixty tons of metal on a couple of little rubber rollers. It's a damned miracle every time a plane lands."

She maintained a somber expression. "I see. Then you believe that if man were meant to fly, he would be born with wings."

"Something like that."

"Angad?"

"What?" Now he sounded surly.

"In your line of work......don't you have to dodge bullets……and don't you go into life-and-death situations sometimes? You're an FBI agent for heaven's sake. The cream of the crop. Yet you're afraid of a little plane ride."

"Ironic, isn't it?"

She ignored the sarcasm in his voice. "I think you should talk to someone about this. Josh could help. He's a psychiatrist, and he could surely help you get over this……worry."

He didn't feel like telling her that Josh's amusement at his phobia matched hers. "Maybe," he shrugged.

Because he was looking at her, he didn't notice the ground coming up the meet the plane. The landing was smooth and uneventful, and by the time they had taxied to the gate, Angad's complexion was looking healthy again.

"Don't you want to get down on your knees and kiss the ground?" she asked.

"It's plain cruel to make fun of a man's phobias, Kripa."

"I wasn't making fun."

"Sure you were," he replied. He moved into the aisle, flipped open the overhead compartment, and pulled the bags down. "You're got a real mean streak inside you."

He stepped back so she could stand in front of him. "I do?"

"Yeah. I like that."

She laughed. "Pretty cocky now that you've got your feet on the ground, aren't you?"

"I'm always cocky," he boasted as he nudged her toward the exit.

The airport was surprisingly crowded. As they threaded they way toward the baggage claim area, Angad noticed the number of men admiring Kripa. One man didn't even try to be subtle. He did a double take, then turned completely around and followed them. Angad responded by throwing his arm around Kripa's shoulders and pulling her into his side.

"What are you doing?"

"Making sure you stay close," he answered. He shot the gawker a hostile look, then grinned when the man turned and hurried the other way.

"You were your skirts too short."

"I Do Not."

"Okay, then you wear your legs too long."

"What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing. Keep moving."

He continued to scan faces as they walked through the crowd. He had to let go of her when they reached the escalator. She was frowning at him, but it was too late to take back the comment about her skirt.

An agent was waiting for them outside the baggage area. The car, a 2000 Explorer, was parked in a No Loading zone. The agent handed Angad a folder stuffed with papers and the keys to the car, and then loaded their luggage into the back. Two airport security guards were huddled together on the sidewalk, shaking their heads and muttering over the fact that they couldn't do anything about the illegally parked vehicle.

The agent drew her attention then when he opened a large black case that was tucked into the rear corner of the cargo area. When she saw the display of weapons, she took an involuntary step back.

Angad noticed. "It's not too late to change your mind."

She straightened her shoulders. "Yes, it is."

The agent opened the passenger door for her, wished her good hunting, and then disappeared inside the terminal.

Angad tossed his jacket into the backseat and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt as he got in behind the wheel, pushing the seat back as far as it would go to accommodate his long legs. There was a leather console between them. Inside was a map of Iowa.

Kripa knew the way home, of course, but Angad still checked the route that someone had outlined with yellow Hi-Liter.

"Did you hear what your friend said to me?" she asked.

"What's that?" he wondered, glancing up from the paper he held in his hand.

"Good hunting."

Angad nodded. "Yeah, we always say that," he explained. "Superstition."

"Like 'break a leg' before you go onstage?"

"Yes."

She let him finish reading, and after he'd placed the file folder in the back, she asked, "Was there anything important?"

"Just some update stuff."

"We better get going."

"Are you in a hurry?"

"No, but those security policemen look like they want to cry because they can't give you a ticket."

Angad waved to the guards as he pulled out into traffic. "Are you hungry?"

"No," she answered. "What about you?"

"I can wait."

"Was there anything in the folder about the letter that man told Prithvi he'd mailed to the Kansas City police?"

"No, they still haven't gotten anything."

"Why would he tell Prithvi he'd mailed it when he obviously hadn't?"

"I don't know. Maybe he was toying with him. I'll let Josh figure that one out."

She was silent as Angad maneuvered through the heavy traffic. Once they were on the highway, he rolled up his sleeves and settled back in his seat. He had the next two hours to prepare her. He went through the list of all the things she wasn't going to do and ended with the same reminder he'd given her at least ten times now.

"You don't believe anything anyone tells you, and you don't go anywhere without me. You got that?"

"Yes, I got it."

"Not even the ladies' room in a restaurant."

"I know. Not even the ladies' room."

He nodded, appeased for the moment. She wasn't fooled. She knew he'd go through the list again in another hour or so. "Let's go over your daily routine again."

"You should have it memorized by now."

"Okay, let's see if I do. We get up around seven o'clock every morning, do our stretching exercises—"

"To limber up," she supplied.

"Yeah, right, and then we go running……God help me……three and half a miles, start to finish. We take the path around the lake, beginning at the western tip, and we always go in the same direction."

"Yes."

"I hate running. It's bad for the knees, you know."

"I find it invigorating. Maybe you will too," she said. "You look like you're in good shape. You can run three and a half miles, can't you?"

"Sure I can, but I'm going to be bitching the entire time."

She laughed. "I'll look forward to that."

"Okay, so then we go back home and……"

When he paused, she assumed she was supposed to continue. "And we shower and change into work clothes, and then we walk two blocks to the town square. I'll spend most of the day getting my loft organized and unpacking boxed while the workmen finished up downstairs. With any luck at all, they should be done soon. I want to be open by the Fourth of July."

"That doesn't give you much time."

"You'll probably be back in San Fran by the Fourth."

"You're being optimistic. I could be in Des Moines for a month, maybe longer."

"How can you afford to take so much time?"

"I promised your brother. I'm not leaving until we catch him…….or……."

"Or what?"

"If he goes to ground, and I have to leave for whatever reason, I'm taking you with me. Don't even think about arguing about that," he warned.

"I won't, but you know what I think?"

"No, what?"

"I think it's going to happen fast. I don't think we're going to have to wait long."

Angad nodded. "I feel the same. The way he sounded on the phone……yeah, he's gonna be coming after you fast. Josh thinks so too."

"Good. I want this to be over as soon as possible."

"Yeah, well, God willing, it will be. You know, you're going to be sick of me by the time I leave."

"On the contrary, I'm sure you'll be sick of me."

"I doubt. I'll warn you now. I'm going to be taking a lot of liberties. Fact is, I'm going to be all over you." He glanced at her before continuing. "The goal is to make the unsub crazed with jealously. Right? And so angry, he'll make that one little mistake….."

"And then you can get him."

"That's the plan. But I probably won't be the one nailing him. Neither will Sujal for that matter."

"Why do you think that?"

"Sujal's going to be busy baby-sitting Prithvi, and I'll be busy……mauling you. I'm kind of looking forward to that. So tell me something. What kind of kisser are you?"

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that was the best update ever..eveerything from the starting to and end..the plane ride..simple physics..kripa's skirt comment..the policemen..the ladies' restroom..and kiss?

damn angad is being naughty now.are you a good kisser? lol it was hilarious..so funny

the skirt..you wear your skirt too short..you wear your legs too long..lol so he doesn't like anyone looking at kripa or kripa's legs for that matter.👏

poor guy is really scared of the planes..

loved kripa when she said dont you want to kiss the ground.hahaha funny

really looking forward to the next update now it is going on full swings now..