Page 113 of Anonymous Acts


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“You don’t even text like this,” Wick said, leaning in more so that he could see the screen too. “The cadence is off. And this sexting is horrible,” he laughed.

I cringed. “Yeah, it is. But Kellen and I didn’t really text – welivedtogether at this time. So it’s not like we went back and forth enough for him to pick up on that, like you did. Is there a way you figure out who sent these?”

“Not from my tablet. I need my wired connection. But even with that, there’s honestly no telling. Finding the banking information is actually easier, believe it or not.”

“Oh, wow. Well—”

My words were interrupted by the chime of a ringing phone, reverberating through the car. The console screen lit up, displaying that Wick was receiving an incoming call from “Calloway”, which I knew by now meant Marcus was calling.

“Talk to me,” Wick said, his way of answering the call.

“Kim woke up. They finally got the swelling to go down, from around her brain. She’s still fuzzy… had a hard time recognizing her mother and siblings. But she’s awake.”

Wick made a triumphant motion with his fist. “Okay. Okay, good. Awake is good. Lucid and eager to spill the beans would be better, but we’ll take awake. Can we get in to talk to her?”

“That’s a negative. Doctor is refusing any kind of interrogation.”

“As expected.” Wick glanced at me, and then looked again, this time fixing me with a long look. “Okay, so… no interrogation. Fine. What about a visit from her concerned employer, just checking in?”

Marcus chuckled over the speaker. “You know… I don’t see how anybody could have a problem with that.”

“Bet,” Wick nodded, reaching to pull on his seatbelt and motioning for me to do the same. “We’re on our way.”

I didn’t really like hospitals.

There was no deep, overwhelming trauma there, but after watching my mother and the only father I’d ever known waste away due to diseases that had rendered them regular fixtures at places like this, and then my own bout with infertility, and most recently, having to spend a few days here myself, I was just… not a fan.

I didnotwant to be there.

Especially when I had to feign support for Kim, with the things I knew now. But I wanted answers more than I wanted my anger, at least for now.

So I smiled in her mother’s face, played nice with her family, got them nice and comfortable and offered to pay for their lunch, so they could have a little break while I sat with her, alone.

And then I sank down into a chair beside the bed, unmoved by the heavy bandaging around her head, or the deep bruising around the eye that wasn’t covered by gauze, and asked her the question that had been burning me up since I first discovered the double-cross.

“Why, Kim?”

Instead of answering my question, she looked away, and a few seconds later, a fat tear rolled from her eye.

“No.” I shook my head. “No.you don’t get to sit here and be a victim after what you’ve done. You’re going to tell mesomething. Were you sleeping with Asher Ross?”

“N-no,” was her feeble answer, and it sounded as if she’d had to force it out. When we arrived, the doctor had been clear that her “talking” was limited, and they feared she’d suffered some sort of stroke, from the head trauma. I hadn’t expected it to be quite this bad though.

“Was this about money? You betraying me?”

“Y…yes.”

“Not because you hate me? No personal vendetta?”

“No.”

Small wonder.

“So… is somebody sick or something?”

That got another yes, but it only made me more frustrated.

“Okay so why not just come to me for help, instead of going about it like this? You had to have known I would do all I could for you, as long as you’ve been with me.”

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