“Who’s gone?” Foxx asked.
“The fucking priest,” Harlow said, letting out a frustrated huff, as he roughly ran his hand through his hair.
Foxx frowned, fists clenching in his lap. “They…let him go?”
“They are claiming some bullshit about the cell being accidently opened due to a faulty electronic lock, that somehow malfunctioned at the same time the surveillance system went down. And of course, both failed just long enough for this single man to walk right out of the police station unnoticed by all.”
“How…do they expect anyone to believe that?”
“Hell if I know. Fuck!” Harlow kicked the chair, knocking it over. “Something is wrong here. When I first came in, I had a fucking nurse try to say I was being controlled, with the purpose of wanting to stop your surgery.”
Foxx’s eyes widened. “That would have…killed me.”
“I think that was the point…you ending up dead. And then that priest being here too. Something bigger is going on.”
“Do you think it’s related to the one case? I mean, the original case was real. It had to be, as those bodies were real. But the woman. She drew us in there. It was a trap for us, wasn’t it?”
“Hell, Foxx, I had to drive an hour and a half just to get to this hospital. How could it be related? That bomb could have easily killed us if it had gone off at the right time. If we were dead, it wouldn’t have led us to the bullshit going on here.”
“Why didn’t it kill us? I mean, the explosion wasn’t that strong, compared to what it should have been if one wanted to blow up the entire house. So why did the woman wait until we got to the first floor to set the bomb off when it was that weak?”
“First floor…” Harlow’s brow wrinkled in confusion before he said, “Right, that whole weird way the British count floors.”
“It’s you Americans that count floors wrong, not us.”
“Whatever you say.” The human rolled his eyes. “Moving on. We know the bomb was only strong enough to take out one floor. Maybe it was just a stupid miscalculation. It’s possible they didn’t understand how powerful the explosives were.”
“I don’t know about that,” Foxx said with a frown. “The woman was reaching towards me. It’s possible she had planned to set up some kind of illusion in my mind, and that the bomb was just a backup plan.”
Harlow sat down in the still standing chair next to his bed. “It’s possible… But you’re too old for that, aren’t you?” the man asked with a smirk.
Foxx smiled. “Yeah, she was pretty shocked when I grabbed her. I’d say she had no clue how old I was.”
“Mmm, you lying about your age sure does have its benefits.” Harlow chuckled.
Foxx stuck out his tongue.
“Anyway, I don’t think that has anything to do with what is going on here. Furthermore, Tony already has people looking into that.”
“Hope it’s not the same people looking into who blew up your house.”
Harlow snorted. “We can only hope.” The human’s gaze raked over him. “Weak explosives or not, you still ended up in pretty bad shape. The doctor had to fix damage to your right atrium, and the pulmonary and tricuspid valves. Part of your ribs and sternum were shattered, and you have a few other fractures as well. Not to mention your broken arm… Doctor said it would likely take three to three and a half weeks for you to recover fully.”
Foxx thought about how he was feeling, and about what Harlow just said the doctors had fixed. “I suppose that timeline fits…”
“Yeah, so even if something big is going on with that fucking priest and this hospital, we won’t be able to do anything about it for a bit.” Harlow grimaced. “We should call Tony. I haven’t exactly told him about the priest thing yet.” The man flipped open his phone.
“Speaking of calling…have you seen my phone?”
Harlow paused. “Where was your phone the last time you saw it?”
He pursed his lips. “In the inner pocket of my blue peacoat.”
“Yeah, that’s burnt to a crisp.”
“Fuck…”
“Yep,” Harlow said without any emotions, before typing in a number on his phone and pressing call. He also set it to speakerphone.
