Page 72 of Spike's Perdition
“What about her?” Megan asks, swiping hair out of my face.
“Aubrey was in the house,” I gush. “She was in my living room, waiting for me. We argued. I don’t recall everything, but Idoremember her standing over me with a knife. Then it goes black again.”
Eric puts his cell to his ear. “Yeah… she’s awake. Ivory said Aubrey was in the house when she got there… yeah, Aubrey had a knife… okay… bye.”
“Who were you talking to?” I inquire.
“Soul,” he replies. “They’re searching for the baby. They didn’t know for sure who attacked you, but they had an idea. You just confirmed their suspicions.”
“Spike?”
“Soul’s keeping him locked down,” Eric says sadly. “He’s on a warpath. They can’t risk him getting arrested. They’re going to find your baby.”
“How long have I been here?”
Megan grimaces. “Two days.”
That psycho bitch has had Peanut for two fucking days. We’ll never find her. What if he’s dead? His surgery!
A strangled sob escapes past my lips, and my body convulses involuntarily. Megan gently crawls into the hospital bed with me and wraps me in her arms. She whispers to me that everything will be okay.
My baby is missing. Nothing is going to be okay.
The hospital door opens, startling all of us. I glance over and see a police officer standing right outside.
“What are the police doing here?” I wonder aloud.
A tall gentleman enters my room and approaches my bedside. “Ms. Whitman, I’m Detective O’Malley.” I lift my chin in acknowledgment. “I’m sorry I have to do this now when you’re trying to recover, but we need your help.”
“I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” I admit.
“Do you have any idea who could’ve done this?”
“Aubrey.”
“Who’s Aubrey?” Detective O’Malley asks.
Megan takes over. “Aubrey works at Ivory’s obstetrician’s office. She threatened Ivory a couple of times.”
“Why would a random worker threaten you?” He directs the question at me.
“She found out who the baby’s father is,” I answer.
He checks his notepad. “The father being Hunter Long?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Was he having an affair with her?”
I shake my head vigorously. “Why are you standing here asking me questions?” I scream. “My baby is out there somewhere and needs emergency surgery. P-p-please find him.”
“We’ll find him,” he promises.
I see the look in his eye. That look of uncertainty. My heart sinks. Agonizing screams fill the room, but I can’t pinpoint where all the noise is coming from.
“Ivory, you have to calm down,” Megan pleads.
The screams… They’re coming from me. Me! The woman who was cut up and had her baby ripped from her. The person suffering in this bed while her baby is out there somewhere.
