"The police will most likely want to talk to you. Do you want me to send them over to your precinct?"
"Why didn't you tell me about any of this, Skip?"
My head snapped up as I frowned. "Why would I?"
I really had nothing to say to the man. He'd made his feelings more than clear, and I had to respect that or I'd be just as bad as Jean.
"Because I'm your friend?"
"Since when?" We weren't friends. Despite the night we'd spent together, we knew each other in passing. We were acquaintances at best.
David's brow flickered for a moment before pulling down low over his eyes. His jaw firmed. "I always thought we were friends, but I guess I was wrong." David scooted off the exam bed and reached for his shirt. "You'll let me know what you find out about that syringe?"
I rubbed a hand over my face before looking directly at David. "Look, I'm not trying to be an ass here, but you know I'm right. You know nothing about me, and you've made it very clear that you don't want to know anything about me. You can't get pissed at me when I do what you want."
"I never meant we couldn't be friends."
Oh.
"And if you're in trouble," David continued, "I want to know. That's what friends do."
Well, now I felt like crap.
"I doubt there is anything you can do, but thank you." "This guy is dangerous, Skip."
I was fully aware of that.
"When he came in, he started asking me all sorts of questions about whether or not I'd seen you."
"He's asked them before, but usually to me." I shook my head. "I don't know where this is all coming from. I've never given Jean any indication that I was interested in him."
"You don't have to," David said. "You know Lincoln?"
"Lincoln Thomas, that musician that stays at the estate sometimes?"
David nodded. "There was this woman, Milla Zachery. He'd never even met her and she thought they were having a love affair. She's the one who shot Lany while they were on vacation down in the Bahamas because she thought Lany and Lincoln were flirting."
"Damn."
"She kidnapped Lincoln and whipped the skin right off his back, killed his manager, and shot Lyn as well."
My eyebrows rose even as my stomach clenched. "Seriously?"
David nodded. "I suspect that is why Lincoln quit the band. He doesn't really like going out in public anymore. I think he's too worried someone else will become obsessed with him."
I couldn't say I blamed him. I know my outings into public had dwindled since Jean had started stalking me. "I don't know how Jean thinks he can get away with this. First he started shit at work, then he attacked me in the lounge and—"
David's features darkened. "Did he hurt you?"
"Oh, no, a couple of other doctors pulled him off of me before he could do anything."
"Why isn't this man behind bars?"
I shrugged. I wasn't thrilled that Jean was walking free around either. "I don't know. The district attorney has a whole lot of other fish to fry. My case is small potatoes."
"He assaulted you," David snapped. "What would have happened if those other doctors hadn't been there to pull him off of you?"
I didn't want to think about it.
