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Tobin grumbled, looking like he was about to put up a protest, so I chose that moment to step in and remind him that we needed the doctors and nurses to continue to like us if we were going to continue this investigation.
“Let’s head out,” I urged my oldest friend. “We can give them an hour or so.”
Tobin crossed his arms over his chest, and then nodded, his eyes taking on this look that took years of me being in his presence to know that he respected the hell out of Ellodie’s authority.
“There’s a conference room just to the left once you leave out of the ER doors,” she suggested. “Feel free to hole up there. Once she’s recovered a bit, she might want to talk to you again.”
Everyone filed out, but Atlas only moved enough so he could hook his foot into the chair beside the bed and bring it closer to him.
He took a seat, kept the girl’s hand in his, and nodded at me, letting me know he’d bring me any information that popped up.
I left, not looking back, even though I wanted to talk to my girl.
There was a magnetic pull that had my body reaching for her despite the fact that we were both still working, and it would be inappropriate.
Goddammit, I hated being an adult sometimes.
“…though he has six plastic horses up his ass, his condition is stable.”
I paused, wondering if I’d heard the words correctly.
Turning, I looked to see if Tobin had caught it, too, and sure enough, he had.
His mouth was twitching hard.
As a police officer, I heard and saw a lot. I mean, I dealt with the dregs of life. It was inevitable that I’d have to deal with shit that was fantastical.
But the ER? The nurses and the doctors of the ER had to deal with so much worse.
Then, the doctor, I think his name was Dr. Brewn but for the life of me I couldn’t be sure, paused as he thought about what he’d just said. “I… can’t believe I just said that.”
The nurse who was staring at him with wide eyes started to snicker.
Then they were both full on laughing.
Tobin and I walked into the conference room off of the ER seconds later, taking a seat at the table as we waited for more officers and FBI to arrive.
We had a lead.
It wasn’t a very good one yet, but it was a lead, nonetheless.
“She’s something,” Tobin said as we leaned back in our chairs.
He was likely as exhausted as I was.
Probably more so since he had to deal with the type of wife that he had.
Speaking of the devil, Tobin’s phone rang, and he answered it on speakerphone without thinking.
Crissa skipped pleasantries and went right into bitching.
“You haven’t called me back! Did you leave your phone at the hospital so I would think you were there when you really went…” she began, but Tobin interrupted her. “I wouldn’t be talking to you right now if I wasn’t with my phone, Crissa.”
Crissa paused for a few long breaths before starting right in again.
“Well, that’s just convenient, isn’t it?” Crissa snarled.
I raised a brow at Tobin, and he shook his head. “I gotta go. I’m in the middle of a case. There are women out here dying, and I don’t have time to deal with your shit, or your insecurities. Grow up.”
