Page 210 of Rock Chick Rescue


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I couldn’t dwell, I just had to go with it.

“Can we talk to her?” I asked.

He stepped wide and we marched through.

Half a dozen people were hanging around in the living room/kitchen open plan area that had high, cathedral ceilings. They all watched as we strolled in.

Shirleen was lying on a big, poofy couch decorated in bold black swirls against a white background. It made me dizzy just looking at it.

She looked fine, but how would I know? I was no nurse.

“Hey, Shirleen,” Daisy called.

“Hey, Daisy-girl,” Shirleen replied, a big smile on her face then her eyes slid to me and the smile died.

I didn’t take that as a good sign.

I didn’t know what to say, so I said, “Hey, Shirleen.”

“What happened to your head?” she asked.

I looked to Daisy then back to Shirleen. “Fratelli held me at gunpoint. I got grazed trying to get away.”

Her eyes grew wide then her lips went thin.

“You okay?” she asked.

I nodded.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Head hurts and I’m pissed off, other than that, fine.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“What you sorry for?”

If she didn’t know, I wasn’t certain I wanted to enlighten her.

Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

“It’s my fault you were hurt.”

At that, she burst out laughing.

“Girl, you got a screw loose. You hit me on the head?”

“No,” I said.

“Don’t you worry about Shirleen. Shirleen can take care of herself. If she can’t, she’ll find someone who can.”

That’s when Shirleen looked to Darius.

“You know ’bout Jet gettin’ shot?” she asked.

He nodded.

“That’s it, son, you hear what I’m sayin’ to you?” she went on.

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