It was a bit insane, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a bit hot, too.
I have daddy issues, if that part wasn’t obvious. I think that’s the clear explanation here.
I didn’t stick around long enough to make sure that guy was okay. I didn’t learn his name, either. I had Whit checking the emergency records at our hospital to see if anyone was admitted because of a fight, but there was nothing. I just need to know he didn’t get seriously injured. I’m sure he didn’t die. Carter Forkerro becoming a murderer surely would have hit the news by now.
I’m worried about all parties, even though Spill Guy deserved a bit of what he got.
So, I clean. Because I created a portion of this mess Ican’tclean, and now somebody’s face and somebody’s freedom are at stake.
Yes, I have been refreshing all social media and stalking the Carter Forkerro tags. I am desperately seeking updates to make sure he’s okay and not rotting away in a prison cell or something. Only one hour ago did the news break, and some pictures from Carter at the bar were attached to the articles.
Carter Forkerro in handcuffs, to be precise. Being guided from the bar and into a cop car.
Smiling.
Arrogant idiot.
That’s not going to look good to a judge.
My phone rings, cutting off the music flowing through my speakers. I see Noah’s name and nearly throw myself across the room to answer it.
“Noah! Hey!”
“Hey, Dolly.”
“Anything?”
Noah is one of the police officers who frequents thehospital. He often brings patients into the ER who need medical attention, but who also need to be monitored by the cops. Being the guy he is, and building rapport with us over the last few years, he’s the first to come to assist us if we require police presence, too. You never know what you’re going to get in the medical field, and violence happens more often than you’d think.
He and I have a decent working relationship, which allows me to ask for favours like this.
“Yeah. He was brought in last night. Not my station, but Kapshaw had him.”
Dread sprouts in my stomach. I figured he’d been taken in and booked, but I was hoping he pulled some magic celebrity strings and got himself out of it before it got that far.
“Is he still there?”
“No, he was out by morning. That kid is probably going to press charges, though. His dad’s a lieutenant.”
My heart sinks further.No.I should have expected it. His attitude had screamed that he has a daddy who helps him out of every bind he’s ever been in. Looking back, it’s very clear this guy had never been held accountable for anything in his life.
I should have stayed and pleaded Carter’s case to the cops.
“The report says a broken nose, but nothing else too incredibly serious. I’m thinking he gets charged for simple assault. Forkerro is going to have a good lawyer. It’ll likely wind up being a third-degree misdemeanour, if he doesn’t get off entirely.”
I relax a bit, even though a lot of this goes over my head. A misdemeanour sounds better than simple assault. I don’t have to be a cop or a lawyer to sort that one out. I don’t necessarily agree with violence, but in this case, it was retaliation for a different kind of violence. Two wrongs don’t make a right, butwhen you’re in the center of a mess like this, one side seems a bit more forgivable.
“That sounds okay?”
He grunts a bit, and there’s a small pause. “You dating Forkerro, Dolly?”
“Nope.”
“You sure about that?” he pushes. “Breaking a guy’s nose for you is quite the statement.”
“I don’t think that’s the first, nor will it be the last nose that Carter Forkerro is going to break in his lifetime.”
Noah chuckles, but I know he’s dying to push this. I have never spoken about Carter before in my life, and then suddenly, he’s getting arrested because of me? Noah tends to get wrapped up in all our messy lives because we rope him in for his opinion. If I was sleeping with a famous hockey player, he’d know by now.
