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I halt in my tracks. “The DEA?”
She pulls me aside to an empty waiting area. “Look, Madison, you’ve got a really bright future ahead of you. That’s why I stuck my neck out to give you such a strong recommendation for the cardiothoracic surgery residency at Presbyterian over Simon. Don’t make me regret it. I don’t know exactly what’s going on with you, but you need to make this go away. It’s not good for the hospital and it sure as hell isn’t good for your career. Understand?”
“Yes, completely, I’m so sorry, Dr. Weiss.”
Her face screws up. “I don’t want your apologies, just make it stop.” She closes her eyes and sighs heavily. “With the field you’ve chosen, you have to make a tough decision about what comes first, your career or your personal life. No man’s worth it, believe me.”
Emma’s been divorced two years now, it’s clear to see what choice she made, even if that means only seeing her kids on the weekends and holidays. She’s made her sacrifices and appears pretty annoyed with me for jeopardizing mine over Bash. I completely see her point, but now that the gun’s been dealt with, the authorities can’t pin anything on me.
So, why are the freaking DEA here?
I nod eagerly. “I know, I’ll do what needs to be done.”
“Alright, I’ve got to go check on a patient,” Emma says as she makes for the door. “The DEA are waiting for you in my office.”
“On my way,” I reply as I head in the opposite direction. I quickly text Bash. “DEA are here.” As I ride up the elevator, my phone buzzes with Bash’s call.
“Have you spoken to them?” is his curt greeting.
“No, I’m on my way now. Bash, this could end really badly for me.”
“Listen carefully, Mads. You tell themnothing. Everything is going to be fine, trust me. Just keep your head and call me the second you’re out of there. All right?”
“Yeah, yeah, bye,” I say as the elevator doors part. My heart is pounding like a jackhammer as I head down the corridor to Emma’s office. Officer Tubbs is standing outside the door chatting with two other men in dark suits. Just great.
He looks up at me and gives a sad smile. “Here she is.”
The two men turn rather grim looks on me. “Ms. Graham,” the closest one says extending a hand. “I’m agent Roberts and this is agent Hall.”
Hall shakes my hand. “Ma’am.”
“We just need a few minutes of your time,” Roberts gestures toward the open door.
“Sure, no problem,” I say as I step through the door and move around the desk to sit in Emma’s chair.
Roberts is middle aged, brown hair graying on the sides. He lowers his medium sized frame into the chair across from the desk. His gray eyes are watchful and filled with concern. Hall is younger, I’m guessing early thirties, his face is a blank slate, like he’s already bored.
“Can you tell us about your relationship with Sebastian Petrosky?”
“Sure, if you can tell me why you’re interested in my private life.” I don’t want to antagonize them, but neither do I want to give out information needlessly. Obviously, they already know about me and Sebastian, so why the banal question?
“We’re just trying to verify some details, that’s all,” Roberts replies.
And loosen my tongue no doubt. “It’s such a general question, please be more specific.”
“When did you meet Mr. Petrosky?”
“September 24th,” is my curt reply. I allow the ensuing silence to linger refusing to fill it with additional details.
Roberts clears his throat. “How did you meet?”
“He was a patient of mine.”
“And that’s the first time you met Mr. Petrosky?”
“Yes.” Do they really have to keep calling Bash Mr. Petrosky? Is as if they’re trying to make him seem less personable, like we’re discussing a stranger.
“And then you moved in with him about four weeks after his discharge from the hospital?”
