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“If I can make it off of work in time,” I admitted. “They’re having it kind of early in the day. I

don’t even get off until six.”

“That was my fault,” she said. “It’s my only day off this week. I have a doctor’s appointment at

four, and I didn’t really want to go home just to turn around and run right back out again.” She paused.

“If you need us to, we can wait until you get off. You’d only be about six-fifteen, correct?”

I shrugged.

“Generally, that’s about when I would get off, yes.” I agreed. “But then you have to counter in the fact that, like clockwork, there’s a wreck that I usually end up having to work. So, six o’clock is when I’m supposed to be off. Not when I’ll actually be off.”

She grinned.

“I think I’ll just call them and change the dinner to breakfast. Maybe you can join us before your

shift,” she admitted. “Your job sounds very similar to mine with the responsibilities before you are allowed to leave. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to go home hours after my shift was

supposed to end.”

I frowned. “Is that normal?”

She pursed her lips.

“Our emergency room is smaller than the one down the road,” she said. “The policies are

different than bigger hospitals. So, generally, the staff at Kilgore Memorial aren’t allowed to get overtime, no matter what. When they find out that we get overtime, they’re generally not very happy about it. But Dr. Cromwell is one of three doctors that are full-time on staff there in the ER. They like to keep him happy so that they don’t lose him to the bigger hospital where Piper works.”

“What I’m understanding is that Dr. Cromwell gets what he wants, and if that happens to be

overtime, then okay,” I drawled.

The guy really was a dick.

“Did you hear anything more about his brother?” she asked. “The one that was shot?”

I shook my head. “The protest died down that next day after Lock’s dad, Downy, did a press

conference and explained what had happened. And Yao used the kids being there to his advantage and

started questioning them on what had happened that night. That’s how he got the other kid’s name that was involved in the shooting.”

“Did anything more come of that?” she asked, taking a slow bite of her pizza and chewing.

I looked away from her mouth and picked up another piece of pizza, downing it in about six bites.

“It was originally thought that the kid was the one to shoot Brent Cromwell, Dr. Cromwell’s

brother,” I said. “But after interrogating him…” I trailed off when she took another bite of her pizza.

Only she had to lick the sauce off the side of the pizza first before it fell off the crust.

The door to the break room was shoved roughly open, breaking me out of the spell that only

Frankie seemed to be able to hold me in.

“Oh, sorry,” a smiling nurse said as she walked in the room. “Just have to use the potty.”

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