“Your car is in pretty bad shape,” Durango says. “Bustedback window, and I see at least two bullet holes in the door.”
Two? Glad one of them missed.
“Yeah, it could have been much worse,” I say.
“Okay, looks like the bullet exited back here, and it’s a flesh wound. I’ll clean it up and stitch it. But it’s going to hurt,” Susan says.
“I can handle it.” I chuckle to lighten the mood, but then stop when the sharp pain slices through my side. “I understand. Nothing to numb the pain. Go for it.”
She does, and thankfully, she’s quick. Then she puts in a few stitches. I’m not going to lie. It all hurt really badly. But I don’t want to scare Savvy, so I close my eyes and focus on my breathing. Durango is doing a great job of keeping her distracted with questions.
“All done.” Susan takes off her gloves. “You will need antibiotics. If you come by?—”
“I have some at home,” I say. I was supposed to take some if my stitches got infected. I’m still not sure how Durango talked the ER doctor into giving me that prescription, but I’m thankful. I didn’t need them then, but I do now.
“Okay, good. If this gets infected, call me.”
“You good?” Durango asks.
I nod. “We are going to head to my place.”
“I’ll drive,” Durango says.
Susan walks to her car and leaves.
“I could go to Maria’s place. I don’t want to be a burden,” Savvy says. “I already got you shot. I’m so sorry.”
I shake my head. “No, you’re staying with me. As forbeing shot, even more reason to stay with me. You need protection.”
“I can stay with you, too,” Durango offers.
“That’s not necessary. We found an AirTag in her jacket. That’s how Bob found us twice. He won’t find us again,” I say.
“You’ll call me if you change your mind,” Durango says.
It’s not a question, and I appreciate it.
“I don’t get it,” Savvy says. “If Bob wanted to kill me, why not ask me to meet him at work? Why did he wait?”
I wince as I shift in my seat. “He can’t exactly shoot you at work and get away with it. Now at a cabin out in the woods, he could.”
She pales at the thought. That’s a look I don’t ever want to see on her face again. Pure fear.
“Any developments with the investigation into Bob?” I ask Durango.
“Not on my end. But I haven’t spoken to Stevens in the last couple of days, so maybe she has something.”
Hopefully, she does. I’ll call her once I get Savvy settled in at my place.
CHAPTER 15
Savvy
Hunter’s place is not what I expected. There isn’t much décor on the first floor. He has a couch and a chair in the living room, a table and chairs in the kitchen, and that’s about it. There are no paintings, plants, or even decorative pillows. I haven’t been upstairs yet, but I’m going to guess it’s similar up there. He said he has three bedrooms. It reminds me of the layout of my place.
While he’s on a phone call, I take in every detail of his living room, which isn’t much. The place has less décor than a bachelor pad. Does he ever spend time here? Not that it should matter. I’m only here because he was assigned to watch me. And maybe a little because I’m his sister’s friend.
Hunter steps into the room. He doesn’t appear happy.
