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“It is.”
Bishop pats my knee with his good hand. “You’ve been massaging me far longer than you needed to. Thank you so much.”
“Oh, sorry,” I say, drawing my hands back.
“No, you don’t have to apologize. I’m just saying…my arm feels so much better.”
I turn, glancing at the clock in the corner, seeing that only an hour has gone by since we were first locked in here. Sighing, I turn back to Bishop.
“It’s going to be a long night, isn’t it,” I say, more like a statement than a question.
Bishop nods. “Looks like it.”
Turning, I drop my leg so both feet are on the floor, and I rest my head on the wall behind me.
“I’m sorry I got us arrested,” he tells me, taking my hand that’s handcuffed to his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “But if I have to sit here with someone, I’m glad it’s you.”
I squeeze his hand as well, though I don’t say anything back. I’m not ready to admit to him that I’ve enjoyed these chats we’ve been having tonight. I’m not ready to tell him I’m glad to be here with him, too.
At 7:55am, Lieutenant Ned Unger unlocks the jail cell and lets us out.
“I’ll have Joey give you two a ride back to your cars,” he says, waving over one of the deputies sitting at a conference table with a few others.
“Thanks, Ned,” Bishop says. “We really appreciate it.”
He smiles at us. “Heard you were caught on the roof of the gymnasium,” he says, chuckling. “When I was in high school, we used to throw ragers on the old gym. Such bad luck that someone called in your cars in the parking lot.”
Bishop lets out his own laugh. “Next time, we’ll plan ahead and get dropped off.”
I must be delirious from barely sleeping all night, because I actually laugh, too, even though I know there’s not a chance in hell I’ll ever be caught on that school campus without explicit permission ever again.
Joey loads us in the back of his car and drives us up to the school, where, thankfully, the students are already in class. The last thing I want is for them to see two of their teachers—though I’m not sure exactly what Bishop would be considered—getting dropped off in a patrol car looking worse for wear, though I don’t doubt Principal Cohen is already well aware of our misdeeds.
“Thanks, Joey,” I say as he unlocks the set of handcuffs we’ve been sharing all night.
“Have a good day, guys,” he says, laughing.
“Do you get the feeling everyone in the police station thinks this is funny?” I ask Bishop as Joey drives off, leaving us standing next to my car.
He grins. “I don’t doubt it in the slightest.”
chapter eleven
Bishop
“Your X-rays look perfect.”
Dr. Ramos turns his computer screen to show me the imaging we just took of my wrist then uses his pinky to point to the spot where the break used to be.
“I think we should be good to take off that cast and get you into a removable brace.”
My shoulders drop in relief, tension leaking out of them at his words, at the fact that I’ll finally be able to use my damn hand again. My diligence in listening to his instructions about the first phase of my rehab plan has paid off.
“That’s great. Thanks, doc.”
He turns the computer screen back and clicks around a few times then begins typing as he continues speaking.
“You’re going to need to start physical therapy to begin getting your range of motion back. Twice a week with a specialist, and daily exercises on your own as well. And for the next four weeks, I want you to do minimal weight-bearing on that wrist, okay? No more than five pounds.”
