Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 46881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Speaking of which, it’s been a while since I had any and I’m starting to itch. I eyed the two men in front of me but their stupidity was a huge turnoff. Not to mention the fact that they were taking entirely too long to get me what I wanted.
“I’ve told you like a hundred times already, no.” I had to tame it down a little, didn’t want them to get hip to the fact that I wasn’t as sick as I was pretending to be. Besides, people tended to be nicer to me this way.
“And you still maintain that you have no idea how the drugs got into your system.” Yes I do, but if I told you, this perception you have of me, of the poor mistreated high school cheerleader would vanish like smoke.
I wonder if he’s married, he’s kinda cute; cuter than the other ones that had been here before. Maybe I’ll give his underpaid ass a one off once this mess is over. I’ll have to do it behind Jace’s back of course, because I intend to have him back by my side where he belongs long before then.
“Weren’t there two other detectives here before?” He twitched a little in his seat before answering. “They’ve been reassigned. Now back to the night in question. Do you remember anything at all about that night?” I remember everything except who the hell it was that shot and stabbed me.
“No, nothing, can I rest now? My head hurts.” He scrambled out of his seat while his partner who’d been holding up the wall moved away and towards the door. I didn’t like that one as much. He seemed to be paying way too much attention to the words that were coming out of my mouth, which means I’ll have to remember my story, keep it straight.
“Thanks for coming by detectives…”
“Strom and Kiln.” I gave them both my winning smile as they left until they cleared the door. Why the hell were they still questioning me instead of out there finding the asshole who did this?
I should really give them Carter’s name since he had to have passed the person responsible on his way off the estate, or on the road out. There wasn’t that much traffic there at night so he would’ve had to had seen something. That asshole was probably too busy trying to save his own skin. Couldn’t have the wife and that reject of a daughter knowing that daddy was wetting his pump elsewhere. He hadn’t so much as called me this whole time and I was beginning to think he didn’t care.
I reached under my pillow for the stack of envelopes I kept hidden there. Nurse Shelley, my new best friend had been kind enough to get me what I needed. I started small; only five marks to begin with, then according to how things went I’d broaden my net.
Inside were instructions on where to send my money. There was no mention of me other than the reference to the affairs that I’d had with each of them in the past, plus a little incentive for them to pay up unless they wanted their names on a list that would be handed over to the police for inspection since everyone I knew was a suspect in my attack.
There was no way to trace these back to me. I was in the hospital suffering from amnesia after all. “Guess who’s here?” Nurse Shelley came fluttering into the room all excited. I had to morph back into little orphan Annie so as not to give myself away.
“Who?” My hand went to my head as if in pain as she fussed over me, fixing my pillows and pouring me water that I wasn’t about to drink because it wasn’t Evian.
“That boy you were asking for when you first came in.” Jace, he had finally come. “I knew he’d come, where is he?” I looked towards the door, my heart racing. “How do I look, get me a mirror.” I forgot to be subtle but so what, Jace was here.
“You look fine, but um, I don’t think he’s coming this way. It looks like he was here with his fiancée.” My head went hot and my heart raced for a different reason.
“Get out.” She barely ducked the large cup of ice that every hospital room seemed to keep on hand for invalids, followed by the tray of inedible crap. Who the fuck eats green Jell-O?
My vision was blurred and there was a buzzing in my ear. I wanted to rip the IV from my arm and run down the hallway screaming, but caught myself in time.
No, there was a better way, had to be. I thought hard as I bit my nails down to the quick. An old habit that I had kicked, that had just recently returned.
I came up with something; I knew I would. I pressed the button for my new lapdog and she came running. Was this bitch hovering around outside my room door? If she turned out to be one of those ‘Single White Female’ types, this shit would be too funny. It was a given I’d drop her on her fucking head if that were so, but for now I needed the twit.
“I’m so sorry nurse Shelly, I didn’t mean to lose my temper. It’s just…” I turned on the waterworks and watched her fall for them like the sap that she is.
“Oh you poor dear. Can I get you something, anything?” I smiled against her side as she patted my back. Oh yes you most certainly can.
Chapter 5
JACE
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Oh hi you must be the young man that sent my patient the flowers, how thoughtful of you.” What the fuck? This nurse person came up to me, and Sian, just as she found me on the wrong damn floor of the hospital.
“Which patient would that be?” Sian got the question out before I could tell the nut to go jump. I checked to make sure I was on the right floor and not the psych ward, then again that demented bitch needed to be there. Preferably strapped to a gurney with needles stuck in her ass feeding her the meds she so desperately needed.