Page 7 of Family Bonds- Jarrett & Andi

Jack picked up the phone on the side and ordered her soup to be brought up.

After the doctor left with the investigator, Jack said, “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Accidents happen,” she whispered. “It’s fine. Does anyone know anything?”

“No,” Jack said. “They called me and I said I was your cousin and you had no family.”

“Mostly true,” she said, frowning.

“They didn’t run your prints. Thankfully the guy that found you, found your phone too; otherwise they might have.”

“That shouldn’t be an issue,” she said. “You told me that and I know. Don’t get me worked up and make me feel guilty about this move.”

She winced again and grabbed her head. Maybe it didn’t hurt enough to grab it, but she knew he’d feel like crap he was arguing with her right now.

“Fine,” Jack said. “We’ll talk more tonight and tomorrow.”

“I’m supposed to work tomorrow. Someone needs to let my clients know.”

“You don’t think I’m going to be the one to call them, do you?” Jack asked.

“No. If you give me my phone I can text Amanda. She owns the salon I rent a chair from. She’ll do it. She’s great that way.” Her mind finally caught onto something. “The investigator, he has the same last name as Amanda.”

“What?” Jack asked. “Shit. I didn’t realize that.”

“You’re losing it that you didn’t,” she said.

“I was a little worried you had some head damage or that someone was here looking and found you.”

“Don’t be worried,” she said. “Give me my phone, please.”

Jack handed her phone over and she sent a quick text to Amanda to let her know what was going on and would touch base tomorrow. It’s not that Amanda was her boss, but they did use the same software and Amanda would be able to see her clients and their contact information to let them know she wouldn’t be around tomorrow.

Not the best way to keep clients, but nothing she could do about this.

“I’m going to have to go talk to the investigator,” Jack said. “I want to know what he is filing in his report and what he hasfound.”

“They haven’t told you anything?” she asked.

“No. I just got here thirty minutes ago and came right to you. I didn’t even know it was the State Police that found you until the doctor came and told me while I was trying to wake you. Nor did I know they went back to the scene either.”

“They don’t know you’re a marshal?” she asked.

“I’m here as your cousin,” Jack said. “For now I’m leaving it that way.”

There was a knock at the door and they turned to see someone come in with a tray. “That was fast,” she said, looking at the cup of soup.

“Dr. Mills asked to put a rush on it. Enjoy.”

“Thanks,” she said, pushing the button to sit up some in the bed. It only made her body hurt more, but she knew some food in her belly would help.

Jack moved the tray closer to her and she picked up the soup. The first spoonful of the chicken noodle soup tasted like heaven and that was saying a lot for hospital food.

“I’m going to see what I can find out. You keep eating, but I’m not going to be far.”

“You don’t need to be a watchdog,” she said. She hoped this wouldn’t be one of those times she had to give in and relocate again.

In order tomove here, she’d had to cooperate. And she knew the rules. If there was any thought of her identity being compromised, she’d have to leave.

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