“They’re going to release you, but I don’t want to see you at work for another week, understand?”
I nodded, the movement making me feel a little nauseous.
“I mean it, Garrick, I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to hear your name, I don’t want you to come up on my radar for seven full days.”
“Got it,” I replied.
“Now, let the good doctor do her work,” he said. “Get some rest, Garrick.”
“What abouther?” I asked him.
“I put Tommy on it,” he said, fear shooting through me.
“Tommy?”
“Yes, he’s gone through your notes and he thinks he knows where to find her. Don’t worry, Garrick.”
He walked away, leaving me reeling. My mind raced as I tried to control my emotions. I didn’t leave notes anywhere, it was all in my head. What could he be referring to?
Stanley’s notes.
Shit.
I tried to get up, but when my feet hit the ground, my head turned to jello. I heard people in the distance call out for me but I couldn’t stop it until the darkness consumed me.
Days Later
Camille sat down opposite me in the dark booth at the back of the cafe. No one usually came here, but to be extra sure, I’d picked the one place in the cafe that no one would see from the outside. She put her sunglasses down on the table and looked over at me, her face etched with concern.
“What did she do?” she asked me.
“I must look really bad,” I chuckled, half seriously.
Camille looked over at me, sadness in her features. She’d lost her mom when she’d had to flee, probably without even a goodbye.
“Where is she, Camille?”
“She’s at the end of her rope,” she said. “The one person she’s always wanted…he’s here in the States and she’s found him.”
“Who?”
“Her endgame,” Camille said, a tear rolling down her cheek. “The one who started her misery. My birth father.”
“I thought she didn’t know who that was,” I replied, my panic rising once again.
“She always knew,” Camille said. “But she’s never told me who he is. She’s always wanted to protect me from him. He was a jealous guy, and didn’t like to share her. That’s how she knows it was him.”
“You can’t tell me who it is?” I asked her. “I might be able to track him and find him before she does it.”
“Kane, she already has him,” Camille admitted. “She won’t stop until he feels pain, even just a morsel of what he did to her. I’m scared for her. She’s not thinking rationally. I want her to run…to go somewhere that they can’t get her back from. She deserves freedom, to be free and away from danger and corruption.”
“I know,” I said, putting my hand on hers and squeezing it. “I want that too, damn it. I want to protect her even knowing what she’s done.”
“You love her,” Camille stated.
“Camille, please tell me where she is. If my partner finds her, he won’t let her get away. She’ll get the death penalty.”
“If I knew, I would tell you,” she said. “Can’t you track his phone? Find out where he is?”
