He’s bleeding enough that he will die soon. I can’t believe the air bubble hasn’t hit his brain yet.
I growl in frustration as I walk over to the arm that has the IV in it, and I take out the syringe. I look at the monitors, and there’s no heartbeat. I put the syringe and the scalpel in the coat pocket and walk out before anyone gets to the room.
Victory. Fucking victory over the sorry son of a bitch. It took only three minutes to kill his ass. I hope he rots in hell.
I stand in place, taking a deep breath before making the decision that the psychiatrist that I added to the list is no longer a person I want to kill. The smile on my face says it all.Happy. I’m relieved now that freedom is almost here for me. Just one more fucking kill. Then I can be done and rest in peace.
Taking the stairs, I move along the floors slowly. I stop down one floor before I get to my own, discard the jacket into the trash, and put the scalpel in the metal recycler and the syringe into the sharp’s container. I just want to be done so I can love on Drew. I take a deep breath before I go back into the stairwell and get to the floor I’m supposed to be on.
As I’m walking to my room, Drew sees me. “Where have you been?” He grabs me and pulls me to him. I moan as he holds me. It feels so good to be in his arms. His heat permeates against me, calming me.
“You weren’t here, and I got worried. So I … I just went downstairs to the vending machines, and you weren’t there. It took me forever though because …”
He kisses me. “Don’t you ever disobey me again. I was so worried someone got you.”
I feel bad that I made him worry, but that’s not the only reason. I’m lying to him, and I hate it. It’s like a sharp knife carving my heart out. Looking into his eyes, I gulp. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to be with you and got scared. I couldn't stop thinking that Donnie may have gotten to you.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Come on, sweet angel. Let’s get you back into bed.”
Knave entersthe room twenty minutes later. I lift my finger to my lips to keep him quiet. Maddie ate and fell asleep shortly after. It’s probably creepy that I’ve done nothing but stare at her, taking her beauty in.
He walks over and sits down next to me. “The policeman that was supposed to take me home received a phone call diverting him to the hospital.”
Although he’s speaking softly, I hear him loud and clear. Something is going on here. “Why?”
“The chief was murdered.”
Alright, I wasn’t expecting that. “Fuck, Knave. This is going to be bad for you.”
He chuckles. Goddamn, he’s cold. “The bastard didn’t die from my stab wounds.”
The door opens and my sergeant comes in.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.I quickly stand, thinking this is it. I’m going to get fired and Knave is going back to jail.
“Vega, let’s talk outside for a moment.”
I look down at Knave who’s busy staring at Maddie. The guilty look on his face leaves me with so many questions, but they’ll have to wait until I’m done getting my ass handed to me.
“Keep an eye on Maddie.”
Knave looks at me for a second and nods. “You don’t even have to ask.” He stands and walks to the chair next to Maddie’s bed. Jealousy rears its ugly head, and I almost tell him to get away from her, but the sergeant whispers my name again, urgently.
The door shuts and the sergeant doesn’t waste any time. “Did Maddie kill her father?”
“Hell no. She’s been unconscious for days.” He paces in front of me with his hands in his pants pockets, muttering about psychotic killers and bullshit red tape.
I’m pissed he would think that Maddie had anything to do with this.
“You asked the nurse if she had seen Maddie. How long were you gone and where did Maddie go?” He stops pacing and turns to me.
“Shit.” I say under my breath. I forgot about the few minutes I couldn’t locate her.
“Well?” the sergeant asks me impatiently as he starts to pace again. It’s annoying me that his train of thought goes to Maddie and not me. I had ample time to kill the son of a bitch.
“I know she’s been through some shit, Sarg.” My mind refuses to think that Maddie could have anything to do with this. “But to kill her own father? No way. She was so scared of him that she wouldn’t let me take her to the hospital a few days ago.”
“Alright, then where the fuck was she from the time you left and the time you got back?”
