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"Yeah, but I could have been less graphic with the details," he says.
"Any leads?"
"No idea. You know what I know now. Probably more."
"I don't know, but I'm damn sure going to get to the bottom of it," I say.
I know in my gut that there is more going on here. Keaton is a remarkable driver. There's no way she just drove over the edge. Especially after I warned her about the turn. She would have been more cautious because of that.
No. Mateo had to have a hand in it somehow. I'm almost certain.
Sander wanders around a corner, scanning the room until they find me.
I may not have liked the guy much, but he's my closest chance of figuring this shit out right now.
"You all right?" he asks me.
"Yeah," I sniff and run my hands over my face.
"We need to talk," he says. I nod and stand.
Milo follows suit.
"If you need anything, just call," he says, and pulls me into a quick hug, slapping his hand briskly against my back.
"Thanks man," I say.
Once Milo leaves, Sander turns back to me, his hands in his front pockets.
"You ready?" he asks.
"Let's do this."
Bodhi
I follow Sander to the chapel on the second floor of the hospital. The room is barren, with white walls highlighted by softly lit sconces evenly spaced across three of the four walls. The only piece of furniture is a pew at the front of the room. Compared to the rest of the hospital, the room is quiet and peaceful. Thankfully, we can talk freely. Though, I’m still contemplating how much I will tell him.
Do I tell him everything? I know I should, but I can’t help but wonder if he’ll use this information against her. I’d hope not, but I don’t know the guy well enough to say for sure.
“So, do you want to start, or should I?” he asks, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.
Mirroring his pose, I run my hands through my hair, sighing.
“It would probably be easier if I knew what you knew,” I say, struggling to find the right place to start.
He leans back and scoffs. “Do I look stupid to you?”
“What?” I ask.
“You think I’m just going to divulge private information about her and her family to you?” he asks, walls slamming up all around him.
“What, no, that’s not—”
“Look, if you don't know anything, fine. But I’m not breaking her trust to help you stay in the loop,” he says, the accepting nice guy act slipping by the second.
“That’s not it at all. Seriously, man. I know you don’t like me."
“I never said—”
