Tangled Web: A Short Story, Part 2

Updated on February 28, 2020
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Chris has written more than 200 flash fiction/short stories. Working Vacation was 21st out of 6,700 in the 2016 Writer's Digest competition.


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Tangled Web

The doctor was examining Eagleton when Barry arrived at the Cardiac Care Unit so he went to the waiting room. Two men sat near the window conversing in Russian. One of the men he had never seen before. The other he had seen in Senator Eagleton's office on the day he had suffered the heart attack. It was the same man who had driven the white van on Carla's street, and his voice was the same voice Barry had sparred with over the phone. Orlov. Barry backed out of the room before either man looked up.

He returned to the Cardiac Care Unit just as the doctor walked out of Eagleton's room. Barry slipped in to find the Senator sitting up with an electronic notebook in his hands. Barry set aside any thought of small talk and got straight to the point. "Catching up on your emails?"

Eagleton held Barry's gaze for a moment. "So you did see it. That has been the only thing I have thought about since my heart attack."

"Yes I saw it, and I read every word." Barry circled the bed so he could keep an eye on the area outside the room. "And I printed a copy as well."

"You did what!"

"Your comrade, Orlov, knows about the copy."

"He's contacted you?"

"Yes, but I've been able to evade him until now. Unfortunately, breaking up with my girlfriend wasn't enough to keep him from using her to get to me."

"He has her?"

"Yes, he has her, and he's about to have his chance to nab me as well."

"What are you talking about?"

"Orlov is out there in the waiting room with another of your Russian friends."

"Barry, things aren't always what they seem."

"Really? It seems pretty straightforward to me."

"This is as tangled a web as you will ever encounter." The Senator set the notebook on his bedside table. "I'm working both sides of this operation. I am as loyal to my country as I have ever been."

Voices carried into the room from the nurses' station. Orlov was just outside the door.

Eagleton grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. He scribbled something and handed it to Barry. "Get out of here while you still can."


Barry took the paper and looked his boss in the eyes. Could he trust him? He turned and stepped into the doorway. Orlov's back was to him. The other Russian was facing him. Barry retreated into the room. He grabbed a nurse's stethoscope and draped it around his neck. A clipboard on top of one of the monitors completed his disguise. He walked into the corridor, head down studying the paper on the clipboard and passed by his pursuers unnoticed.

On the drive back to his hotel room, Barry's mind was overwhelmed with everything that had happened. Carla had been kidnapped just as his feelings for her had been growing. He was responsible for whatever nightmare she was living now. His boss, Senator Eagleton was either a traitor to his country or he was every bit the patriot and champion of democracy that Barry had thought he was. And now, he wavered between contempt and compassion for his boss. Alexei Orlov, the Russian businessman had turned out to be a spy who had taken Carla and was now a threat to him and possibly to Eagleton. Barry knew he was no James Bond, but here he was, holding the truth of a secret conspiracy that was designed to destroy the reputation and leadership capacity of the United States. It could even cause a mass rebellion of America's own citizens.



Carla sat on the edge of the bunk, the only furnishing in the room she had occupied since the man with a long scar on the left side of his jaw had abducted her from her home. She heard a car horn in the distance, and it made her wonder where she was. At first, she thought the man who had a strong foreign accent would rape her. She knew of no other motive he might have for taking her from her home that night. But the man had not touched her—yet.

She and Barry had been seeing each other for several weeks. Her feelings for him had been growing each day. They spent evenings together, going for walks, talking about the little and the big things in life. They texted during the day and said goodnight over the phone. Then he had shown up one evening with a bouquet of flowers. She had put them in a vase and placed it on the coffee table in her living room. They had gone for a walk along the river. She couldn't believe what she was hearing from him. Even now, she struggled to comprehend his words. He wanted them to stop seeing each other and offered no explanation for his change of mind. The words pierced her heart and sent her mind into a freefall of rejection. Why had he done it?

Half an hour after he had left, Carla heard footsteps on her front porch. Her hopes rebounded and she had run to the door and slung it open. It wasn't Barry. The Man had walked straight into the room, forcing her backward until she ran into the coffee table, knocking the vase that held Barry's flowers to the floor where it shattered into pieces. The man had overpowered her, tied her hands, gagged her mouth and put a bag over her head. She had been helpless. Moments later, she had been forced into a vehicle. Maybe it was her mild OCD that caused her to count off the seconds and minutes, but fifteen minutes later, the vehicle stopped and the engine died. Carla was hustled along what sounded like a boardwalk. The lapping water brought a vision to her mind of boats and a harbor. The man pushed her forward, and she stumbled onto something that reminded her of her uncle's pontoon boat she had played on at its dock when she was very young. She descended four steps, and a door slammed shut. She was alone.


Her family didn't have the kind of wealth that would cause someone to kidnap one of them for money. So why had she been locked in the sleeping quarters of some kind of boat for three days? She thought of Barry. Did he even know she was missing? He had broken up with her, so he wouldn't call or expect a call. Eventually, her parents would wonder why she hadn't contacted them. But that might take at least a week, maybe two.

She heard footsteps overhead. Someone had come onto the boat. Now they were descending the steps. Keys jangled. The doorknob turned. Carla looked at the scarred face and dug deep into her heart for courage. She charged him and slammed into his body, slapping, kicking.

With one backhanded swing of the man's arm, Carla flew back onto the bunk. Blood ran from the corner of her mouth, down her cheek. She screamed. He grabbed her and spoke into her face.

"We are going to make a phone call together—you and me. We will talk to your boyfriend."

"Barry doesn't have any money, my god, he's a congressional aide." Carla felt the anger rise in her chest.

"Young lady, I do not have need of your money or of your boyfriend's money. But he knows something he should not know."

"What are you talking about?" Carla sobbed as she spoke.

"Why don't we hear what your boyfriend has to say?" The man released her, and she fell onto the bunk.

Why did he keep talking about Barry? What did Barry have to do with this? Yes, she wanted to talk to him, to find comfort in his strength.

The man pulled a cell phone from the pocket of his pants. He dialed and waited.

Carla waited.

"Hello, this is Barry. You are showing up on my phone as an unknown caller. Who is this?"

"A young lady and I are calling. She is quite attractive, and she seems to think a lot of you, Barry Alford." Orlov paused for just a few seconds. "Would you like to speak to her?"

"Yes, put Carla on, Alexie Orlov."

"So you know who I am."

"Give the phone to Carla."

Orlov leaned back and laughed. "Be patient, Mr. Alford. You have something I want, and I have someone you want. All we need to do is meet and make the exchange."

"I won't agree to anything until I talk to Carla."

Orlov handed the phone to Carla.

"Barry, is it you?" Carla stood up and turned away from Orlov.

"Carla, yes, I'm here."

Then she blurted out a string of words so fast, Orlov couldn't stop her. "Boat, fifteen minutes from my house—cars, he'll kill you."


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    • lawrence01 profile image

      Lawrence Hebb 

      17 months ago from Hamilton, New Zealand


      Both of them seem to have their wits about them.

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      Rodric Anthony 

      17 months ago from Peoria, Arizona

      Carla is about getting business taken care of, and fast! On to the next.

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      Chris Mills 

      18 months ago from Traverse City, MI

      Ruby, Thanks for reading.

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      Shauna L Bowling 

      18 months ago from Central Florida

      Quick thinking on Carla's part. I just hope her spew doesn't get her killed. Giving her OCD is very clever, Chris. She's got her own built-in sleuthing mechanism that adds suspense and intrigue to the story.

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      Ruby Jean Richert 

      18 months ago from Southern Illinois

      This story is getting more tangled as we read each chapter. I'm hoping Eagleton is a good guy and Barry and Carla stay alive and finally get together. We shall see?

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      Chris Mills 

      18 months ago from Traverse City, MI

      I'm glad you are enjoying it Eric. One a day? You have great discipline. I just finished Genna East's and Mike Friedman's six part story from a few months ago. I read it all in one sitting.

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      Eric Dierker 

      18 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Oh Boy this is a good one. I will limit my addiction to one a day. Kind of reminds me of "To Be or Not To Be".

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      18 months ago from Carson City

      Chris.....OK, I was so busy all day, I didn't have the chance to get to much reading. So, here I am again, reading suspense & mystery, giving my tired heart a work-out before bed! I'll never learn.

      "A Tangled web"......I hate when that happens! You are an incredibly gifted story-teller, Chris. Not a moment for a deep breath but just a need to get to the next stage of your tale. I'm relieved Carla is OK at this point and Barry was able to hear her voice. She's pretty gutsy! My kind of woman. Barry needs to be a Hero.....and I can only hope this is your plan for him.....see you later!

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      John Hansen 

      18 months ago from Queensland Australia

      You are certainly building the tension in this one. Great job Chris.

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      Ann Carr 

      18 months ago from SW England

      Now the pace is heating up! Great stuff. You paint a good picture and manage to fit in the necessary details skilfully.

      Off to the next...



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