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“Cause this ain’t just whiskey.” He sniffs the glass again, “And when you say, ‘out of it’,how out of it do you mean?”

“Seriously out of it. I mean like can’t stand.”

Digby strokes his head, concerned. Zak’s watching him from the pool table and placing the cue down he calls across the bar. “Hey Diggs man, somethin’ wrong?” he comes around and walks over to join him.

“I don’t know. We gotta find Munroe. Jake says that Kat was drunk?”

“No, no way. She was fine when she arrived here, and she’s only had time to drink one maybe two beers.”

“Think she had a beer and a chaser. I told you, I was keeping a close eye.” Ozzie joins them and he too smells the glass as Digby wafts it under his nose. “What the fuck is that?” He frowns. “Oh no. Is he up to his old ways? Did he slip her amickey? You know, I’ve heard the gossip that that’s his M.O.”

Digby grabs Jake, hauling him up off his seat by force. “Where the fuck is he?”

“I told you … they went outside. Digby I’m not messing with you man, you know I wouldn’t. What, you think somethin’s wrong?”

Digby’s chest tightens and he swallows, feeling like he might choke. “I don’t know but somethin’s not right here. We need to find Kat.”

Chapter 9

“Q.T…. call Darius, and if Munroe comes back, you hold him here—understand?”

“Yeah sure…” QT frowns. He can tell by the sharp, direct, and snappy tone that Digby takes issuing the order—there’s trouble for someone.

“Alright, Zak, Oz… come with me. I gotta feelin’ we need to find her—fast!”

“Diggs…Digby!Hey, calm down, man. They can’t have got far,” Jake says, concerned. “Seriously, she could hardly walk, and….”

Ignoring him, the rest of the team heads outside to the dark of the parking lot.

Bud stays back and addresses Jake. “And what…? What… you thought it was okay for him to take her like that? You didn’t think to stop him? You know that makes you as much of an asshole as he is. But don’t worry, I’m not gonna touch you, oh no. I’m gonna leaveyoufor Digby. And when he comes back, you better pray to God the Doc’s okay, or I’d guess he’ll rip your fuckin’ throat out.”

“Hey, c’mon man, I thought she was up for it.” Jake sighs, rubbing his hand over his face—afraid and panicked. “Hell, he’s been talking about her all week. They’d even been running together, so I just thought…”

“You just thought what? It didn’t cross your mind if she was that drunk that you should try and stop him? Geez… you know I should …but I won’t. No, I’m gonna leave you to Digby.”

“Oh shit…, are you serious? Digby’s bangin’ her? Oh man, I didn’t know that. I warned Munroe. Told him not to mess with Darius and your team. But he wouldn’t listen. Shit… this is so fucked up.” He rubs at his head, sweating, his shirt wet through. “Please, I didn’t do nothing, you have to tell Digby that.”

“No, that’s right. You didn’t do nothing and that’s what Digby’s gonna talk to you about. That’s if you’re still standing when Darius is finished with you.” He laughs, shoving Jake back into his seat as he tries to leave. “Oh no, you sit your dumbass down, and wait right there.”

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“Oh, God…” Kat gulps, her throat dry and her head clouded by a thick drunken fog. Struggling to focus she groans. “I-I feel really strange. I feel… numb. Ican’t….” She pants desperately, worried she might pass out. Medically, she assesses herself, wondering what might be making her feel like this. She only drank the whiskey, but…oh God!“Patrick, take me home…. please, I think… I’m gonna be sick.”

“Listen to me, you’re gonna be fine. I’ve got you, just relax.” He smiles, his hand gripping tight around her waist, and as her legs buckle under her weight, he holds her up. “I’m not gonna hurt you. But we are gonna fuck.” He grins, stroking her hair away from her face. “Shhh…. Kat, shh… relax. I just want a little taste of you, that sweet pussy. I want some of what Digby has.”

Watching as her eyes roll back in her head, he can see the sedative effect of the drug he administered taking its effect on her. And as it slowly switches off her ability to function he checks her pulse—slightly concerned he may have given her too much. With her unable to walk properly he drags her across the parking lot—back to the side street where he parked.

As they wait to cross he nods acknowledging another guy from his team. “Harry…”

“Hey Patrick, where the hell are you going? You not hitting the bar for a drink?”

“No, I um… I’m gettin’ off. I kinda hit the jackpot with this one. Remember the doctor I told you about? This is her… Katrina.”

“Oh man, she’s kinda out of it there. You sure she’s okay? She looks pretty drunk.”

“Yeah she’s okay. I’m gonna take her home to sleep it off. What, you think I’m some kinda animal?”

“No man, of course not. She sure is a fine lookin’ woman, just like you said, but you know if she really is Darius’ medic… you sure you wanna be doin’ this?”

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