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“Tomorrow.”
“Good. Tell Wryn.”
“You tell her,” Geo says.
“Fuck you. What do I even pay you for?”
“Not to mediate between you and your wife.”
“Fiancée,” I say, gritting my teeth as his mouth spreads in an amused grin. “It’s not funny.”
“No, it’s not. There’s been a development,” Geo says.
I raise one eyebrow. “Why didn’t you lead with that?”
“He’s in the basement.”
I stay silent, waiting for what’s coming next.
“He’s not doing well,” Geo says, putting a hand to my chest as I stalk forward.
“Who? Quit being vague, for fuck’s sake.”
“Fernando.”
“What the hell is he doing in the basement?”
“He went out last night with Jimmy and got into some trouble. When Jimmy found him in the alley, he brought him back. Someone beat Fernando pretty badly.”
“Peterson?” I ask, knowing we need a doctor here as soon as possible.
“Already called him.”
“When will he be here?”
“Ten minutes.”
I pass Geo, heading out of my room, forgotten file in hand, and I quickly make my way to the basement. I throw the door open and scrutinize Fernando, laid out on the table.
“What the hell?” I mutter.
His head turns toward me. He opens his mouth, swollen and split, a trail of fresh blood leaking from his lip when he moves.
“Where were you? Do you know who did this?”
He tries to talk, but his voice only comes out on a wheeze. I see the red crisscrossing lines on his neck that indicate something small was used to strangle him. He’s got lacerations and bumps all over his face and head, one of his fingers is clearly broken, and God only knows what his legs look like.
“Don’t talk,” I tell him, taking in all of his injuries. I can’t tell if they were looking to maim as a message or kill him outright, but I can’t wait to get my hands on the motherfuckers who did this.
He closes his eyes, turning his head back upright, while I pace the room, waiting on our doctor. He can stitch up the skin and set the finger, but I’m more worried about internal bleeding.
Fernando looks back at me, opening his mouth again and trying to talk. I bend down, trying to read his lips. The sound comes out in a croak, and I shake my head.
“Try again,” I tell him, and he grimaces as he moves his lips.
“Fr—” is all I can make out, and I look up at Geo.
“It’s all he’s been saying since he was brought in,” he says with a shrug.
