Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Dima pressed his hand down on her arm to get her to calm down.
The FBI agent that hadn’t said a word since arriving said, “You want a lawyer, get one. Then you can meet us at the FBI field office off of Center.”
I looked at his shirt that said, “Special Agent Crew.”
He was a sexy beast of a man.
Not as sexy as my man, but still…yum.
“I won’t be able to get down there today, because I have to work this afternoon,” Chevy explained.
“You’re not working at all right now because you’ve been suspended from all duties pending further investigation,” Congressman Jimenez snarled. “You know, because one of your crew or yourself decided to kill my son.”
Chevy’s eyebrows rose. “Is that right?”
“Right,” he snapped.
“Well, as of right now, I haven’t gotten that call. But if anything changes, I’ll get right to it,” he agreed.
Special Agent Crew muttered something to the congressman, and they all left, anger in their steps.
“Fucking wonderful.” Chevy sighed.
“There’s absolutely zero proof whatsoever that anything wrong happened in that surgical suite,” I said. “I watched the entire last half of the surgery.”
“You did?” Chevy asked, surprised.
I grinned. “Sure did.”
“On that note, don’t talk to them at all without our lawyer by your side,” Dima said. “I’m going to get my brother’s boys to do some digging into this.” He pulled his wife up out of the booth and said, “See y’all.”
That left Cutter and Milena, Cakes, myself and Chevy there.
“I’m out, too,” Cakes said. “I have a crazy woman to deal with.”
I grinned. “How goes it?”
“It’s going…interestingly. I’m learning all kinds of things.” He narrowed his eyes. “I think I’m going to have her turn herself in.”
My brows rose. “You think she’ll actually do it?”
Cakes grinned and lowered his voice so only the table could hear. “If she wants to live, she will.”
With that, he was gone, and I was left feeling…questionably.
“I’m not sure how that makes me feel,” I admitted. “I’ve spent years trying to get police officers to listen to me about that woman. I don’t think the prison system here is good enough for her anymore.”
Not after everything had come to light.
There was no place in the world that was good enough for the likes of her.
The thought of her going in, and living this cushy life in the prison system, only to have a chance at parole later on…that sounded sucky.
“She won’t be happy where she’s going,” Chevy murmured. “Trust the process.”
I rolled my eyes. “How about we get into work. I’m not sure how you got the two of us a later morning shift to allow for this, but this’ll be my last day to screw around. School starts up in a few days, and I’ll be bustin’ butt to make sure that they hire me here. So I’ll be kissing anyone’s ass that needs kissin’.”
Milena snickered. “If kissin’ ass doesn’t work for you, you can always come to the coffee shop and I’ll pay you well.”
“As much as I love coffee, I don’t want to be the one serving it,” I said as we stood.
Cutter slapped Chevy on the back and said, “I’m gonna call Apollo.”
Apollo was their computer guru, and if there was anyone that wanted to make sure that Congressman Jimenez didn’t get his way with this suspension and investigation, it would be him.
“Thanks,” Chevy said as we walked out to his bike. “I’ll keep you updated on how my day goes.”
The ride to the hospital was short.
The stairs were even shorter.
And when he kissed me outside the stairwell door, I felt like I desperately needed just a few more minutes.
However, I didn’t get my way.
And worse, when we got to the doctor’s lounge where we’d intended to part ways, there were a lot of official looking hospitalists standing there waiting for us.
“Dr. Clayborne,” one of the larger men said. “Please, come in here with the rest of this crew and help us get a rundown on what happened the day Arriel Jimenez Junior passed away in surgery.”
I went into the room with him, and the woman that’d hired me for the floor held up her hand. “No…”
“I think that I can be of help. I’d taken a break shortly after helping get a few of the donor patients cleaned up. I went up to the surgical gallery and watched the last fifteen minutes of surgery.”
“Ahh.” The woman nodded. “Come in.”
I sat down at the large table next to Chevy.
All of the other nurses, doctors and other personnel that were in the room that day were also there.
“Okay, what’s going on?” the angry surgeon asked. “This was textbook and routine. There was no wrongdoing on our end. All video recordings have been checked and verified. So why are we here?”
“Because we were told to conduct an inquiry by our lawyers,” the hospital director, though I didn’t know his actual name, only his face since it was plastered on all of the walls in the hospital, grumbled.