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Bridget said her Goodbyes to Andrew and quickly left the apartment. Her home, where she had spent the last few months. It hurt, down deep to her soul but she had no other choice. Andrew had needed to know.
But now Bridget was stuck in the middle of a disaster.
The blond stood in Park Avenue and dug her cell phone out of her pocket. The only option left was to call Victor Machado. Bridget sighed deeply. That would be even more difficult than telling Andrew the truth...
Bridget's finger hovered over the dial button. But shortly after she put the cell away.
"Damn. Where are you Malcolm?" she muttered under her breath. He would take her to his apartment. Unfortunately, this thought had a snag: Malcolm had disappeared. Which was unusual behaviour for him.
He was the only one she could rely on.
Victor Machado has finished the case. He was glad about it. For him, it was a personal matter because of his ex-girlfriend, Shaylene Briggs. Even if the case was over, Victor hoped that Bridget Kelly was well.
Suddenly his cell phone rang. He checked the ID; there was the name 'Siobhan Martin'. He sighed. So much for the case being finished.
"Agent Machado," he answered. "How I can help you, misses Martin?"
"Hello, Agent Machado. Can we meet somewhere?"
"Why?" Machado asked. "The case is closed"
"It's about my sister," Bridget said, feeling discomforted. "Bridget."
Victor Machado swallowed. He thought that nothing would bring him out of the rest. But so far from it. By the mention of the name Bridget, he felt very nervous. "Is she..." He coughed and cleared his throat. "Is she alright?"
"Can we discuss it in person? Meet me at Starbucks, the one near Park Avenue, in half an hour." She hung up and hurried off. Hopefully, things will be made clear soon. Bridget sighed again.
About half an hour later Victor walked into the Starbucks.
"Hello." Bridget smiled shyly at Victor and gave him his coffee mug.
"Hello, misses Martin," Victor greeted and then nodded his thanks to her. "So. What's this about your sister?" he asked, getting immediately to the point.
"Let's sit down and then I'll tell you." The young woman pointed to a bench and slowly made her way over, the FBI agent following her.
When she sat down she looked at him intently, she could see the fear in his eyes. So she began immediately and without further ado. "I'm Bridget Kelly. Not Siobhan Martin."
"What? I mean, excuse me? What?"
"I am Bridget."
"You lied to me? All this time?"
"I was afraid because of Bodaway and his followers."
Victor took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. "That's no excuse. I would have protected you, Bridget. And why did you not tell me?" he asked, a bitter tone in his voice.
He was angry with her. But he could understand why she'd done what she had.
"My sister had contacted me," Bridget said. "Siobhan went missing, shortly after we met. I saw my chance... That's why I took over her identity and that the case is now closed. I thought I could eventually take my own identity back. I wanted to give a statement against Macawi. But I was scared..."
Victor Machado sighed. How should he respond? Ask her to stop speaking? He was an FBI agent and this was certainly not something he should be hearing.
"Wow... I mean— Wow... This is crazy," he muttered.
But he had pity for this young woman. She hadn't done anything wrong before this. What should he do? The stolen identity was an issue...
The case of Bodaway Macawi was completed and filed, closed and done. But the theft of the identity of the sister was still open. Should he make a case against her? He had to decide. Both of them had been through so much in the last few months, and Bridget Kelly was no longer a drug addict.
"I'm an FBI Agent. I should have noticed! I'm usually observant, it's my job to see things... But you, Bridget, are a good actress. "
Now, he looked at her and saw the fear in her eyes. She should have no fear! He had not intended it; he did not want it.
"This will be hard to ignore. But in your case—" He paused for a moment before continuing, "I'll make an exception. That is, as long as none of my colleagues look into it further. Which I don't think will be an issue since the case is settled."
Bridget answered with a gentle "Thank you."
He carefully lifted his hands. "Okay, what I'm about to say now shouldn't be taken as a pickup line... But, do you have a place to stay for the night?"
"No, unfortunately, I don't. I don't know where Malcolm is," Bridget said with a sigh. She was worried about her friend, Malcolm Ward. He had never been away so long and usually reported in with her at least once sometimes twice a week.
Except for the time when he was kidnapped by Macawi and his men.
"I repeat my statement: 'This isn't meant to be a pickup line, but do you have a place to stay for the night?"
Bridget looked at Victor for a moment, before she started to laugh heartily. He looked confused.
"I don't want to bother you," she said.
He was quick to take her hand. "Not at all. I offered, didn't I?" He squeezed her hand slightly to emphasize his sincerity, looking deep into her beautiful eyes. He could admit, at last, he had always thought she was pretty.
Approximately an hour later, they both entered Agent Machado's New York apartment. Since he was in NY so often, he had rented a second apartment.
To be Continued?