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“Again, ma’am, it’s unfortunate news. We’ve been searching for these people, combing the apartment, but nothing. What we do have after today’s invasion is that it looks like they’ve been going through your trash.”
“My trash?” My stomach lurches, and I lean harder against the counter.
“Yes, ma’am. It appears they’re looking for anything that might give them more details about your whereabouts or potentially your personal life.”
Everything is a swirling mess, and I close my eyes, putting my forehead in my hands.
“Please stop calling me ma’am. Okay?”
I pull myself back up, looking around the floor and realizing I’m in no condition to work right now. My attending will understand.
“I need to go. Just call my cell if you learn anything else.”
Hanging up, I’m nearly ready to throw up. I’m scrambling to process everything, and then it hits me.
My trash. They were looking for clues about my location. Oh God. Luke.
Helen comes up with my folders, and I take them with shaky hands.
“Thank you. I…I need to go. I’m going to tell Dr. Carter.”
Without another word, I rush to the elevator to take it down to the surgery level where my locker and attending are.
When it dings, I rush out, going straight to the nurse’s station to leave my things.
“Hey, Melody. Would you tell Dr. Carter I prepped the reports for her?” I slide over the files. “And I need to go. There’s been a development with my break-in.”
Melody looks up, clearly shaken by how rushed and frazzled I’m acting.
“Sure. You only had an hour left anyway. I’ll trigger the on-call to come in early.”
I nod, taking a step away to get my purse from my locker. “Great. Thanks.”
“Oh, and this was left here for you.”
Freezing in place, I turn around. Melody is holding out a small slip of paper. Trotting back to get it from her, I snag the paper without looking at it.
“Okay, great. Thanks again.”
I hurry off, and I’ve never moved so quickly in my life as I get my purse, ditch the white coat, and get back to the elevator.
I need to get home. I need to go talk to Luke about all this. God, maybe Cameron can help?
The trip down to the parking lot out front is a blur. I’m not even really thinking, just moving on autopilot.
When I reach the sedan, however, I see a note under my windshield wiper.
I look down. It looks like the paper there is the other half of the note I have in my hand.
A chill creeps through me. I have no reason to think this is anything but somebody…I don’t know, complaining about my parking.
Still, I know it’s not.
Sliding it out, my fingers unsteady, I line the pieces up with each other before I unfold them.
We’re watching you, bitch. And your boyfriend, too.
My gut clamps down, nausea overtaking me, and I collapse on to the side of my car.
