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The emergency room doors fly open. The loud crash pulls everyone’s attention to me. Immediately spotting my captain talking to the doctor, I approach.
“Captain I…”
“Grey, this isn’t on you. Strode followed Summer to the bar. No one knew he was there.” Captain Dean speaks with authority, trying to keep calm in the busy hospital waiting room.
“But..”
“All I know is that he called in an immediate response from patrol officers when he saw a commotion inside the bar; they were on their way when he was shot.”
I swallow hard as the floor feels like it’s moving beneath me. Wiping my hand over my face, I stare at my captain but can’t form the words. The fucking earth-shattering rage is clouding any reasonable thought. Pulling me towards a chair, he gestures for me to sit. Captain Dean follows suit as I do, placing his hat on the chair next to him. I lean forward, with my head in my hands as I try to process what the fuck could have happened in a few short minutes.
“Do we know who it was?” I numbly ask, trying to remain professional.
“No, I’ve sent Detective Wallace to interview Summer, but she’s in a bad way.”
My head snaps to his, “Was she…?”
He shakes his head in response.
“From what I can gather, she was in the car when the shooting began. Once the car left, she tried to stop the bleeding and called for help. Eventually, an off-duty nurse attended as they were waiting for the EMT’s.”
“Let me talk to her captain.” I plead.
As his eyes move to the passing doctors and nurses, I feel the answer is one I won’t fucking like.
“I can’t allow that, Grey. If Strode was a target, then so are you. I cannot allow it.”
I narrow my eyes slightly, trying to ease the tension in my fists, but I know I can’t lose control right now. That’s for later when I find out what the fuck really happened.
“What happens with the Harper case?”
“Right now, you can stay on it. But if you and Strode were right about Luca Bernardi being involved in this, we’ll have to investigate other avenues.”
My face contorts to that of disbelief, as the one person who knows what it’s like to stare down the barrel of fucking mafia threats just backs down and rolls over like a fucking puppy before rising from his chair.
“He’s in surgery. Once I have news, I’ll let you know. But right now, I need you at home, and that’s an order, Grey.”
“Yes, sir,” I mutter before pushing to my feet and heading back into the night.
Like fuck I’m going home. Prick.
Storming back through the hospital, I avoid the pity glances from the brass as I make my way to my car, I don’t engage with anyone, whether I work with them or not. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I again listen to the voicemail. With no partner available and likely the captain has already warned everyone not to speak to me until we know if Strode will make it, I hit call and await an answer.
“If you’re still in the city, meet me at O’Reilly’s bar right now. I think I know how we can get around this little issue we have.”
Desperate times indeed.
Summer?
Thinking fast, I turn to the detective who’s sat in the small hospital room with me, idly scrolling through his phone. While I know tensions are high now, this young man seems unfazed by the goings on, and I shamefully use it to my advantage.
“I really need to use the bathroom.” I say in a weak, pathetic voice.
He looks up, awkwardly managing to avoid rolling his eyes.
“This way.” he sighs before I stop him.
