"Today the popular new group The Monkees announced their first tour. The first dates will be held in two weeks. The dates were announced today at a press conference in LA. When asked if the recent attempt on Davy's life would affect their tour, the four replied that it wouldn't…"
The television shut off abruptly. Two weeks? She had to find a way to defeat him in two weeks? How? There were too many unanswered questions here.
Putting down the phone book, she stood up and began to pace. How? How had he known to get out of the house so fast? She hadn't done her job well enough if she hadn't deterred their tour plans. How would she?
She glanced back at the file and looked at the heading on the letter. Harvest Meadows Hospital. That was the next place to look.
"Mike why? Why didn't you tell me about this?" Nicole was pacing in front of her brother.
"I wanted it to be a surprise," he replied.
"A surprise?" she asked. "How long is this tour?"
"Four months."
"Four months?" she asked. "Four months? Mike, how am I supposed to live for four months?"
Mike smiled to himself. "I think you might manage," he replied with a half-chuckle.
"No, I won't!" she replied. She sat down and then stood up again. "And deal with the kids? I can't deal alone for four months, Mike."
"I'm sure you'll manage. There's no way we can take you with us."
"I know, but Mike," she stopped. She was near whining, and so therefore stopped. There was no need to get into whining.
The front door opened and Peter entered. Nicole stood up.
"I'll be getting out of here, now," Mike excused himself, not wanting to get in the way of any marital arguments. Nicole and Peter watched as he left.
"I'm sorry, hun," Peter began. "I didn't know ahead of time."
"Peter," she wailed. "I can't do this. I can't live without you for four months."
He smiled. "I know. I'm sorry. I can't live without you either." He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. "It's a hazard of the job. You'll live."
She sighed and looked up at him. "I know. But I don't want to."
"And now the news for tonight," the radio began.
Davy stepped past the radio and dunked his hands in the soapy water. He had a lot on his mind and was not worried about other people's news.
"There was a fire on Broad Street," the newscaster continued.
"Hey Mike, have you seen my red shirt?" Micky yelled down the stairs.
"Have you looked in your closet?" Mike yelled back.
"No," Micky yelled back. Davy chuckled to himself. Of course Micky hadn't looked in his closet. Micky never hung up his shirts.
"There was a break-in at the Blue Sky Hotel. Nothing of value was stolen" the announcer continued.
Davy glanced back at the dishes and continued to scrub them, whistling slightly to himself. The news continued in the background.
"And there was another break-in last night, this one at Harvest Meadows Hospital."
Davy stopped what he was doing and looked at the radio in shock. He felt his knees go weak. "Mike?" he squeaked. Mike had entered the kitchen just in time to hear the announcer.
Neither of them said a word as the announcer continued.
"Officials aren't certain who the perpetrator was or what their motive was. The confidential patient files were broken into. Officials aren't certain yet whose files were stolen. They have yet to determine the motive. When they determine whose files they were, they will contact the people confidentially. In other news," the announcer continued.
Davy turned to Mike. "Did you hear that?"
Mike nodded. "I wouldn't worry about it, Davy. I doubt if it means anything."
Davy frowned. "I'm not so sure, Mike," he replied. "I mean, after what 'appened the other day, I'm a li'l bit worried."
"Worried?" Mike asked. "I don't think it means anythin', Davy. It's probably just a coincidence." He frowned.
Micky entered the room just then. "What's the matter?" he asked. "Why so glum?"
"Somebody broke into Harvest Meadows," Davy replied. He turned back to the dishes and began to scrub them vigorously.
"Harvest Meadows?" Micky asked, opening the refrigerator and taking an apple.
"The hospital he was in," Mike replied. "When Pleter was here."
Micky nodded, understanding. "And…?"
"And they stole some confidential files," Mike continued. "Davy's afraid they might be his."
Micky nodded, understanding dawning on his face. "I see. And you're afraid they could use them against you?"
Davy nodded. "Not that I'm worried about me," he replied. "I'm not worried about our career so much as I'm worried about my safety."
Micky nodded. "Sounds like a problem," he replied, taking a bite out of his apple. "But what can you do?"
"I don't know," Davy replied. He put down the dishes and sighed. "I don't know what to do. Just worry, I guess."
Micky nodded sympathetically.
