“Yes.Mydaughter,” I said firmly.
“In that case, congratulations. The girl needs someone other than bikers around her all the time…” his words trailed off as I cleared my voice pointedly. “Right. Yes. So, the tests were inconclusive.”
“I beg your fucking pardon? You dragged me all the way here to say the results are… nothing? There are no results because the tests failed?”
I could hardly fucking believe it. He had no idea that I was capable of calming Dante down. He had said himself that the Devils were difficult to deal with… and yet he had made a big song and a dance over telling me nothing?
The mind fucking boggles.
“They didn’t fail. They’re just inconclusive. There were traces of blood in your urine, and some minor abnormalities in the blood work. You’re O negative, is that correct?”
“Yes.”
He smiled at me again, and I had a feeling there was something he wasn’t telling me. “If we could get another urinesample from you today, and the nurse will take a blood test, we’ll have more news for you in a day or two.”
“Why?”
“It’s standard procedure, Miss Brooks,” he said, handing me a plastic sample tube.
“What is it you think is wrong with me?”
“Nothing. Everyone admitted to hospital must take the same tests. With yours showing errors, we want to repeat them to see if they were anomalies, or anything we need to treat. The blood in your urine could be due to stress. It could be a water infection. We’ll test for a variety of things now that we have seen aminorcause for concern. Rest assured; it is nothing to worry about.”
“Fine,” I sighed, my patience wearing thin.
“Excellent. The toilets are directly opposite this room. If you come back here when you’re done, I’ll have the nurse sent up to take your blood tests.”
I left the room the second my blood tests were done and hurried back to Bee’s room. My head was in my phone, texting Dante about what had happened and that I was nearly there, when I almost collided with a soft, doughy body as I rounded the corner.
“Steady, Rachel, anyone would think you’re in a rush,” the man said, his voice immediately making my hackles rise.
“You,” I spat, raising my eyes to look at Officer Bradley’s smug expression. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s Amy’s release day.”
“Her name is Bee, and it’s not release day. She’s not a fucking prisoner.”
“She’s not a prisoneryet.It’s only a matter of time when you’re a member of that family.”
“She’s a five-year-old girl. You clearly have some issues, and I don’t have time for this,” I said, rolling my eyes and tried to step around him. He stopped me with a firm hand on my arm, his fingers curling into my skin.
There’s no fucking way he was this stupid.
“Get your hand off me. Consider that me asking nicely.”
“I was just thinking,” he said, ignoring my command, and tightened his grip slightly. “Hasn’t your dad also celebrated his own release day recently?”
“That’s none of your fucking business. Get your hand off me,” I said through gritted teeth. “I find it shocking that I’ve had to warn you more than once. There are laws against sexual harassment.”
“Oh, believe me, I wouldn’t stoop so low. But then again, I’ve heard you’re not exactly… fussy… when it comes to your sexual favours.”
I stiffened, but that was the only reaction I gave. “Regardless of what you’ve heard, in the words of Vivian Ward and Kit De Luca – I say who, I say when, I say how much. Pretty Woman,” I clarified when he looked confused. “Forget it. Female empowerment, no wonder you’re confused. I take it you’ve been digging into my past?”
“I just wanted to know what was up with the woman with the haunted eyes. Seems I may have been mistaken in thinking you needed my help that day at the club. You’re not as innocent as you seem, are you?” He knocked my chin with his fist, and I had to clench my hands to stop me from swinging it at him. I knew when I unclenched them, there would be small crescent moons on my palms from where my nails had dug in.
“I’ve never needed anyone’s help. Certainly not the help of a Jobsworth police man with nothing better to do with his time than harass innocent civilians. If you’ll excuse me…”
“Except that’s not exactly true, is it?”
