Day 97 - Whispers

 WHISPERS

Prompt - Whispers : Write about someone who has to whisper a secret to someone else.

Eight days in ICU before they moved me to a room of my own.  My first visitor was Detective Sergeant Jessica "just call me Jess" Felton.  Six feet tall, long black ponytail, bone crushing handshake, smileless face.  She quizzed me about the events that had put me in there, or tried to, for I could recall little.  I'd been out for a business meeting over a meal in Emmanuelle, I'd left, and I'd woken up in hospital.  That was it.  I'd need my diary to remember who I was meeting. 

 She left me with instructions to get in touch if I thought I could do any better and a loud grunt of frustration.  Charmed, I'm sure.

I had a sleepless night, staring at the dimly luminescent ceiling.  And suddenly there she was in my head.  Emily McGregor.  Sat opposite me at the table, picking delicately at her trout.  We'd both wanted to do a deal, but I couldn't have accepted her terms.  I'd have gone bust in six months.  She accepted that and we chatted away over dessert.  Then she had to go all of a sudden and she was up and her coat was on and she headed for the way out.  

I could see her on her way out, swooshing through the diners then stopping at a table near the door, two guys in suits sat drinking coffee.  She bent down and whispered into the ear of the one with his back to me, then left.  They guys paid their bill, followed her out.  I went out about five minutes later, walked towards the underground station.  And found myself being grabbed, dragged, pain like I'd never felt before and... walking up to. tubes and needles and fuss.

She'd whispered to the guy by the door.  I rang the bell for the night nurse.  Asked if she could leave a note for someone to call DS Felton in the morning.  I would be able to do better.