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James nodded and we went for some McDonald's. I was so exhausted I could barely think. We dropped Amy off at the dorm with her bag of food and then James and I drove to the hospital. In the entire day, I hadn't received one text or call from Hunter. I was afraid of what I might hear when I did.
Had he killed Spencer?
We arrived at Mass Gen and I went in, finding Graham alone in his room. He was waiting for me, his expression almost gleeful.
"So, the old bastard's dead, is he?"
Graham's expression said it all. He didn't break down and cry. Neither did I, of course. I would have liked to high-five someone, but my fear that Hunter had killed Spencer stopped me from celebrating. How could Graham and I not be happy to hear Spencer had died? He'd been a bastard to us from the start.
I hated him.
Now he was gone and maybe, finally, my mother would get better.
"He's dead. Shot in the head and chest."
"Good, " Graham said. "Did Hunter killed him?"
I shook my head. "Why would you ask?"
Graham shrugged. "He's the logical suspect."
"I can't believe he'd killed Spencer." I said it, but doubt was starting to creep in. He'd said he wanted to kill Spencer. He had a motive – revenge against Spencer for the arrest of Donny and Sean's death.
Did he do it?
I felt slightly sick to my stomach, mostly due to my fear that if he had killed Spencer, I wouldn't see him again outside of prison for a long, long time.
I spend about half an hour with Graham and then, when I yawned for the fourth time, he waved at me.
"Go home," he said. "I'm tired and you're tired. We can talk tomorrow."
I gave him a kiss and then trudged out to the waiting SUV. We drove through the dark Boston streets to the safe house, and I was so exhausted I didn’t even try to make polite conversation with James.
I felt sick as I trudged up the stairs to the building entrance and James keyed in the entry code.
When I got to the third floor, George was there to greet me.
"Where's Hunter? I've tried to get in touch with him all day. Have you talked to him?"
He shook his head quickly. "No. He has not answered my calls."
"Do you think something happened?" I asked, a surge of adrenaline flowing through me. "He always gets back to me quickly. I haven't received a text from him all day."
George held up his hands. "I'm sure is okay. Probably just had trouble with cell phone. Don't worry."
I plopped down in front of the television, feeling like a dark cloud was hanging over my head.
I couldn’t get it out of my mind that Hunter had killed Spencer in a fit of rage. He'd been so mad when he saw my neck.
I ate my McDonald's, but by that time my stomach was a bit sick from worry. Now that I knew my mother was safe at Aunt Diane's, I had to start worrying about Hunter.
Why hadn’t he called?
Where was he?
I went to bed after having a warm bath, thinking of the last time I’d spent with Hunter and how pleasurable it had been. I wanted him to open the door and poke his head in. I wanted to see that gleam in his eye.
Most of all, I wanted to know he was safe.
