“I’m not scared,” I admitted, glad I had her as a coworker to talk to, “just trying to figure it all out.”
She huffed a laugh. “Don’t. The less you know, the better. They’re not a group you wanna get involved with.”
“Oh, no. Of course not!”
She smiled at my blurted reply.
“But…” I cringed, looking further down the hall where Jack was speaking with one of the sinister-looking suited men. “I keep wondering if everyone here has that same approach.”
Arching one brow, her intrigue piqued, she followed my line of sight. “Oh.”
“You see?” I edged closer to her to whisper. “I noticed Jack not really caring about their being here last night.”
“Well, we do get a lot of them from time to time.” Fatima sighed and rubbed her face. “With all the violence they cause or are victims of, yeah, all those Mafia men are frequent customers around here.” She watched with me as Jack laughed and smiled with one of the Italians. The slicked-back hair and tattoos on theman’s hand marked him like the others. “And Jack’s born and raised here in the Big Apple. He’s not gonna be bothered by it.”
“I’m not suggesting that he’s not bothered by it.”
She frowned at me. “What are you saying?”
I wasn’t sure how to word it. A sixth sense, just a nagging sensation in my stomach, pricked my conscience. “I don’t know. It seems like he’s friendly with them.”
Fatima blew a raspberry. “Meh. That’s just Jack. He’s a regular ol’ charmer around here.” Taking her tablet for a chart to another patient, she stepped away. “That’s just the way he is.” Giving me a silly smirk, she backpedaled some more. “I’m surprised he hasn’t bumped up the wattage of his charm foryouyet. We got a bet running on the floor for how long it’ll take for him to try to get into your pants.”
I rolled my eyes. She could think me naïve and ignorant about the crime life in New York, but she wasn’t going to get away with accusing me of being ignorant of the hospital drama. Doctors and nurses were always prone to a layered lust affair—and that was universally true.
Jack had been charming enough in the first month of my employment here. Everyone had been welcoming, really, all of them glad to bring an accomplished physician on board.
Truly, I’d taken the job because I needed a change of scenery after losing my parents. I’d already applied to work overseas as a doctor for a mission in a third-world-country program, but coming here first was a good change of perspective to jar me out of missing my mother and father.
Plus, this hospital had a high reputation. Yet, I wasn’t softening under any of the interest I was receiving. Maybe it was another part of my goody-goody personality or maybe I just had common sense, but I wasn’t going to fall prey to any handsome doctor trying to get into my pants.
I had been raised better than that.
But I had also been raised with a strict moral compass and the need to see justice done. That fit right in with my natural curiosity, too. Because once Fatima had left me, I couldn’t help but sink under the lure of following Jack and the Italian thug.
Why’s he so friendly withthem,though?
What’s going on?
It looked like more than just a casual conversation. As I slowly followed them talking, staying at a distance, I thought back to the beginning of the shift today.
Jack had been tightlipped about details pertaining to any of the Italian thugs. He’d told all the nurses and other doctors to defer to him about their cases. It was always appreciated when someone would volunteer to act as a head charge with interconnected cases, but this seemed different.
What are you up to, Jack?
I didn’t know him well enough to feel confident about knowing his character. I hadn’t convinced myself that I wanted to know him that well.
Are you involved with them somehow? These thugs and criminals who bomb buildings and injure innocents?
Before I could hurry to the double doors that they’d gone through, as if Jack were escorting the Italian toward the exit, I fell back and nearly knocked into the corner of the wall.
My shoes skidded, squeaking loudly enough that it would’ve been obvious that someone was rushing after them. In a blip of a momentary panic, I flattened my back against the wall, staying out of sight as both Jack and the thug turned to look behind them.
The doors slid shut. My chance to stick with them was over.
As I exhaled slowly, I closed my eyes and winced.
What the bloody hell am I doing?
