“There may be a coat in the trash truck that’s headed to Timberland Landfill. We need to stop it before it gets there. Also, there may be evidence of drug paraphernalia.”
“Drew?”
“Monica, do it, please.”
“Ok, you so owe me.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t forget the ivy.”
I hang up, chuckling. Donnie may not be sharing his location with me but it doesn’t hurt to try. Pulling up the mapping program, I see the Chief is here. Panning out on the map, I see Donnie. He’s in Gotham Valley. I'll be damned, the dumbass forgot to turn off his GPS.
I don’t have jurisdiction there, so I can only watch where he goes. I’ll have to talk to the sergeant about getting GVPD involved.
“Drew?” Maddie speaking out, startles me. I turn toward her and her eyes are wide.
“It’s ok, Maddie. I’m here.” I put my phone down on the couch and walk over to her. Picking up her right hand, I smile down at her.
“Yes, angel?”
“I thought you left.” Her whisper is full of vulnerability. It makes me ache to take away her insecurities.
“Never. I’ve got you sweet one. Do you need a drink before you go back to sleep?”
She smiles at me, and I rub my thumb across her palm.
“Can you get me some food?”
“I’ll have to go down to the vending machines. The cafeteria is closed.”
“How long will you be?” God, I wish I could help her not feel so small right now. I kiss her forehead and brush her hair away from her face with the back of my hand.
“The machines are three floors down. It shouldn’t take longer than ten, maybe fifteen minutes at the most, if there is any kind of line.”
“Chocolate, an orange drink, and some chips.”
I can’t help but laugh. She’s always been a junk food eater. “Of course, I’ll be back. Don’t get up by yourself. Wait until I come back.”
“Ok, Daddy.”
My dick chooses this moment to perk up, and I groan. Kissing her, I lick her bottom lip until she caves and opens her mouth. Her little whimper is music to my ears. I know we can’t do anything, but just tasting her makes me fucking hard. I leave before I try to do something bad. Like taking her when she needs to be relaxing and recovering. Maddie probably needs to go to a therapist after all of this.
* * *
Shit,the vending machines had a damn line at them. I’m looking at the clock on my phone, and I’m pissed. I told Maddie it would be fifteen minutes. It’s been almost thirty. Hopefully she’s alright and not too worried. She seemed so vulnerable when I left.
When I get back to the room, the first thing I notice is Maddie isn’t in the bed. Fuck. I knew she was stubborn, but damn it, she disobeyed me. The second thing I notice is her IV hanging there, dripping blood.
“Oh, hell,” I whisper as I rush out of the room and to the nurse’s station. A nurse sits there pecking at her phone.
When she doesn’t acknowledge me, I blurt out, “Did you see the patient in room 2106 leave?”
“No, Sir. There hasn’t been anyone but you come through here.”
“How long have you been sitting in this exact spot?”
She gets offended. I can see the indignation all over her face.
