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“Well, looking over your chart I can safely approve of your release. I want you to make sure you’re staying off that leg. You can slowly get up and around as you feel up to it, but don’t overdo it.”
“I won’t.”
“She won’t.”
I looked up at Locke. His fingers were wrapped around the railing of my bed. His eyes glittering with something I couldn’t read.
“Yes, well I hope not. I’ll need you to come in and get checked in two weeks to make sure you’re healing up. If you’d like to come outside, Mr. Jordan, I’ll explain what she needs from you.”
I frowned, but the two of them walked out before I could insert my grievances.
Stone sat in the chair next to me. “This isn’t the most ideal situation. If I had the ability to stick you in a safe house I would, but they’re not as readily used as television likes to make them out to be.”
“I understand.”
“Honestly, I’d feel safer if you are out of the area. I don’t like that he’s tried for you twice.”
Still annoyed that I wasn’t told about that part, I crossed my arms over my middle. “On a boat though?”
“It’s an impressive boat. Plenty of room for both of you without you getting into one another’s face.”
Somehow I doubted that.
But I didn’t really have much of a choice.
CHAPTER 11
LOCKE
In the hallway,I listened to the extensive instructions.
I think the doctor was trying to scare me off. Too bad, she didn’t know me very well.
I hadn’t run yet, and I had plenty of goddamn chances.
“I’ll make sure to stock up on this list of things.” I waggled my phone before shoving it back into my pocket. “Look, doc, I know you want her here for another few days, but your security in here is subpar at best.” When she opened her mouth to argue, I held a hand up. “I know you haven’t needed it. I appreciate that, but she’s a special case. Detective Stone hasn’t given you a lot of details because he can’t. I don’t have a superior to report to right now. This is a dangerous man, and Cilla is the only victim who’s lived.”
The doctor sighed. “I appreciate the situation, but it’s a serious wound and she already opened it once.”
“Won’t matter if she’s dead with a new ligature mark on her neck, now will it?”
The doctor’s jaw firmed. “You have a way with words, Mr. Jordan.”
“I’m not fucking around with her.” The words were out before I could temper them. She wasn’t my responsibility, but she damn well felt like it right now.
“To be inelegant, I am more worried about her current state. Not only her wounds, but she’s had a severe trauma. Are you ready to handle that too?”
No.
Hell fucking no.
“She might not remember him right now, but she might soon.”
Which would make her an even bigger target. Which was even more reason to get her the hell out of here.
“I’ll be back in an hour. Is that good enough for you for the paperwork?”
“I’ll make sure it is.”
