Page 110 of Mistaken Identity
I whirled.
“She’s in the psych ward,” he said. “And she’s not able to have visitors.”
I laughed. “Fuck them.”
I stormed my way back to the receptionist and said, “What floor is the psych ward on?”
Her eyes were wide as she said, “Fifty. But you won’t be able to get up there. It requires a badge.”
I turned and started walking, heading right toward the elevator.
As I moved, I swiped the card off a nurse who was bending down to retrieve her can from the Coke machine.
She never felt me take it, and I was going right up to the elevator and punching in the fiftieth floor before the doors had opened all the way.
Webber, Copper, and Gunner stormed in seconds later.
“Where’s Lottie?” I asked Gunner.
“Daycare. Started her at a preschool today,” he said. “Pick her up in a couple of hours.”
When we got off the elevator, I used the nurse’s ID to get us through the doors that blocked you from entering almost immediately after exiting the elevator.
The doors swung open, and it led us onto a huge floor with tons of doors surrounding one central nurses’ station.
I walked right up to that nurses’ station and bellowed, “Y’all better find me Creole Williams in the next two seconds or I’ll lose it!”
The lone female wearing a white coat looked up and said, “Sir, you can’t be here.”
“You want to know who else shouldn’t be here? My fiancée. And I’m guessing Dr. Russel Stoker was the one to issue the order for her to be brought here. Probably traumatized the fuck out of her while you were at it. And there is no reasoning for him to have declared this. Now, you either find me my fucking wife, or I’ll do it myself.”
The doctor stood, reaching for what looked like a button underneath the desk.
“You press that, and I’m going to blow a fucking hole in your forehead. Now find me my wife,” I ordered.
“Sir,” the doctor tried to deescalate the situation.
But there was no de-escalating this.
“Find her. Now. Or I’ll find her myself, and you won’t like how I find her,” I snarled.
She must’ve seen the truth in my eyes, because she twisted and started typing into the computer.
“R-room 5203,” she whispered.
I caught her wrist when she reached for the button again and yanked her toward me. “Walk with me.”
Copper and Webber flanked me. Gunner was two steps ahead of us, heading for the room she’d just said that Creole was placed in.
Gunner threw open the door, and I fucking lost it at what I saw.
Stoker had her tied to the bed, naked from the chest down, and he was leaning over her with his stethoscope against her breast.
Gunner took a running leap and punched the doctor right in the face.
If that jaw wasn’t broken before, it sure the fuck was now.
I let go of the female doctor and hurled myself toward Creole.
