Mr. Kaplan's Day Off Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Liz stared at Reddington. He already had her concerned and now this? “What's really going on?”
Raymond shook his head and walked slightly away. Dembe followed.
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Putting his thinking cap on, Raymond bit the inside of his cheek and began pacing. Turning suddenly, he told Dembe his new plan. “Shoot me and dial *77.”
“What if she still doesn't pick up? What if she doesn't even have her phone with her? Perhaps, I should dial *77 first, make sure she picks up, and then shoot you?”
Dembe had good points.
“Good thinking. If she answers, we'll have to move fast and we'll need to have our stories straight.”
“Where should I shoot you?”
Raymond debated his options briefly. “Abe will never forgive me, but … shoot me in the ass.”
“Which side?” Dembe asked.
“That's a very good question.”
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“What do you think they're talking about?” Aram asked as they all watched Red lift his suit jacket in the back and contort himself to try to look at his backside.
“I don't know and I don't want to know.” Ressler answered.
The phone still in Elizabeth's hand began ringing.
Reddington was back by her side before she could even answer.
He took the phone out of her hand. “Don't give her any details. Just get her here.”
“What? What's going on.”
Reddington held up a finger for the others to be silent before hitting the button to answer and the one to put it on speakerphone.
“What is your situation?”
Liz said her name. “Mr. Kaplan!”
“What is your situation?”
“I need to see you. Right away. It's a matter of life and death.” Liz didn't lie. She may have twisted the truth a bit, but it wasn't exactly a lie.
Reddington pantomimed two hands on a wheel driving a car.
“Where are you? I'm going to come and get you.”
Reddington shook his head adamantly. He glanced at those assembled and pointed to Donald.
Liz corrected herself. “I'm going to send a car to get you. Agent Ressler will be driving. He's going to bring you to me. I'll explain the situation when you get here.”
Liz wrote down an address before ending the call.
“It's Mr. Kaplan's day off? Does Mr. Kaplan freelance?” Liz asked. “Because the address she just gave me is a cemetery.”
Reddington didn't answer. “Donald will get Mr. Kaplan. Dembe and I will go get the bodies.”
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