Page 5 of Haunted Prey

“Emery.”

I glanced over to the window and there she was, my Eve, sitting close by. She smiled, but her eyes were sad, her face ashen.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked, concerned.

“I’m so scared.”

I let go of the strap. “Don’t be, baby. I’m right here. See? I’ll get out and I’ll find you, no matter what it takes.”

The room darkened, and somewhere beyond the window, I heard the waves crashing.

“You promise?”

“Always.”

Her smile widened. We were on the beach again. I laid back, watching her. So happy…so…goddamn…happy.

“He’s stable?” came a sharp female voice above me.

I blinked and the hospital room came into focus.

“For now. Had a bad episode earlier today but that can happen sometimes,” said a familiar voice. One of the nurses from before.

I shut my eyes, confused. Then reality slammed into me. Remembering where I was, I had to choke down a curse.

Fuck, I fell asleep again.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and it took everything in me not to flinch away and crush it.

“The surgery went fine then? No issues?”

“No, not yet, but only time will tell. He seems to be taking it better than most at least. He’s a real survivor.”

“No surprise there.” Their hand slipped off my shoulder. “Best guess is he’s a victim of one of the gangs. We had several calls earlier today. You know how it is.”

“I had a feeling…” the nurse said. “Figured we’d call it in.”

“I’ve already made the report. We are sending him over to Detroit Medical for now. He’s being referred to Dr. Kline. She specializes in gunshot wounds. Her treatment is the best.”

“We’ll have to get the authorization.”

“I have the paperwork sent already.”

“Didn’t think you guys worked this quickly, no offense.”

“He’s a special case. We want to question him when we can, but we’ll have him out of here right away.”

No, I wouldn’t let them get the chance. I’d escape again once I was transferred. I had to.

She called me a special case. But there weren’t any feds here and I wasn’t handcuffed. Did she know who I was or not?

Maybe she did and was keeping my identity secret until they showed up. She had to be lying to the nurse.

Liar, Liar, my sister repeated.

“We’ll have him ready to go,” said the nurse. “Do you need anything else?”

“No,” replied the cop with the sharp voice. “I’ll be back with the others.”

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