“I’m fine,” I said and quickly sat up, searching for everyone else. The parking lot was engulfed in a dark cloud of smoke and fire. Both of our cars were burning.
Dean rolled onto his knees from where he'd been lying on the ground a few feet away. Getting his bearings, his eyes landed on me first. “You good?”
I nodded.
Asher and Finn both groaned as they rolled over from where they'd been lying in the street. They had a few bumps and cuts but appeared to be okay. I found Brenna last. She was lying on her back and wasn’t moving. Her face was turned away from me, but I could see blood staining her blonde hair. “Brenna!” I called out as I crawled over to her. As I got closer, I could tell she was breathing. Kneeling next to her, I gently shook her shoulder. “Brenna!”
Her face scrunched up and she let out a groan before her eyes fluttered open.
I sighed with relief. “Don’t move. You hit your head.”
Finn came over and knelt on her other side. “Is she okay?”
“I think so. I want to take her to the hospital, now,” I said.
He nodded. “Asher called for an ambulance, and Dean and Will are updating the boss and Jameson.”
As he said that, I could already hear sirens in the distance.
CHAPTER 23
It was advised that I also go to the hospital to get checked out. I didn’t have a scratch on me, but my body was sore. Brenna and I got to be in the same hospital room. While they stitched up her head, they did an ultrasound of the baby. Brenna had a mild concussion and, thankfully, Jellybean was perfectly fine. I’d have to thank Will later.
The cops showed up at the hospital just as soon as we did. They hovered outside our room, waiting to question us as soon as the doctors were done treating us. I was hoping Stefan or Jamie and Louie would get here before we had to talk to them, but that didn’t happen. Just before they came into our room, I gave Brenna a look of warning.Don’t tell them anything. Understanding, she nodded.
Two guys dressed in blue walked in. Their questions weren’t that bad. It honestly felt like they just wanted to get our statements and leave. Both Brenna and I answered mostly with “I don’t know.” The questioning was over before I knew it and the tension that had a tight hold on my body slowly began to ease.
However, my relief was short lived, because the moment the two cops closed their little note pads, there was a knock on our door and Detectives Cameron and Brooks walked in.
You have got to be kidding me.
I hopped off my hospital bed and moved over to Brenna’s side of the room. I plastered a polite smile on my face. “Detectives,” I greeted as I sat on the edge of Brenna’s bed, subtly placing myself between her and them.
“Miss Quinn,” Detective Brooks greeted back with a small smile.
“Is there something I can help you gentlemen with?” I asked.
“You tell us, Miss Quinn. A few months back, your car was used for target practice, and now another car of yours has been blown up. Put these two incidents together and I’d say someone wants to kill you,” Detective Cameron said.
“Bravo, Detective,” I said with blatant sarcasm as I slowly clapped. “Thank goodness New Haven has such bright and intuitive law enforcement. I would’ve never been able to put two and two together to come up with that conclusion.”
Detective Brooks surprised me by smirking. When he realized I saw he looked away.
Detective Cameron gave me a dry look, reminding me not to underestimate him. “Do you have any idea who might be trying to kill you?”
I shrugged. “Nope.”
Cameron’s eyes narrowed as he studied me. “I think you do.”
I smiled and stood from the bed. “You’re throwing that word around again, Detective,” I said as I approached him. “Saying youthinkimplies that you’re unsure. It's rude to accuse someone of something when you’re not entirely sure.” I held his eyes as I reached for his tie. I felt his body go tense through his shirt as I straightened the knot that had shifted to the right. “You should consider wearing a clip-on in your line of work. It would be so easy to grab you by this and strangle you with it.”
Cameron’s bland facade withered, and his expression hardened as he continued to scrutinize me.
“Are you sure you can’t think of anyone who may have a grudge against you? What about your father?” Brooks asked.
I flicked my attention to the young detective with an innocent look. “Why would anyone want to hurt my father?”
Cameron snorted. “I highly doubt you’re that naive. Everyone knows who and what your father is.”
