“I should. Christ, this is one call I don’t want to make.”
“Want me to call Addy?” Greaser asked.
“No, we should do this through the lawyers. Lydia, Greaser’s already signed a NDA, why don’t you fill him in on what’s been going on?” Jackson said, and pulled his phone. “Franklin,” he said, and began telling him what had occurred.
“Fuck!” Franklin said, and actually picked up a paperweight and threw it across the room. His house guest, Brian jumped and stared at him in shock. He held up his hand and sighed into the phone. “I’ll get back to you within ten minutes.” Then, he hung up the phone. He rubbed his face and stared at his guest. “Sorry about that. How well do you know Addy?”
“I’d like to say that we’re best friends.” Brian stared at the man in confusion. “Why?”
“I’m about to tell you something that you’ll have to sign a NDA for.” He walked to his desk and retrieved one and once it was signed, he sat down and told him everything that was going on with the Murphy divorce. When he was done, Brian stared at him in open-mouthed shock.
“So that’s why you need our schedule and her phone. This Detective Lydia is going to pose as Addy when you guys call her. I can totally understand that. But I don’t know if she’d show up at the hospital. I was there when she tried to call him about the miscarriage. Franklin, it was horrible. Seeing the hope and then disappointment on her face. For three days she was curled in the fetal position crying. But.” He held up his hand when Franklin went to interrupt. “Personally, I think if we both go to her and tell her about his condition in person and tell her what you told me just now, she’d show up. However, you’re going to have to take that bitch down soon. Addy may be a tiny woman, but she’s no pushover. She told me that she grabbed that woman by thehair, punched her enough to give her a bloody nose, and actually tossed her several feet away from her husband when she found them in that position. If she’s not arrested soon, you might have to arrest Addy for murder. But it still might not stop the divorce.”
“I can understand that. I know it’s late, how would you like to take a ride with me?” he asked, and when Brian stared in shock he laughed. “Later, I don’t fuck on the first date. I meant to go to talk to Addy.”
Brian was so flustered that he did as Franklin said and in minutes they were in his Lexus driving toward Addy’s studio apartment.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Oh my god!” Addy said, almost two hours later. “Lincoln’s been going through all that shit because of that skank? Why didn’t he tell me?”
“Really, girlfriend? After the way you reacted when you found them together? How could he get ahold of you?” Brian asked in his blunt way.
“Oh, god, what should I do. I called him when I was in the hospital, but he never answered me. But then again, if she did what you’re suspecting he never knew.” Addy paced in her limited space, then suddenly turned on them. “Brian, drive me to the hospital. I’m not steady enough to drive myself.” She held out her hand and they saw how shaky she was.
Brian looked questionably at Franklin. At his subtle nod, he said, “Get dressed and we’ll drive you there.”
Addy looked down and shrieked when she saw she was in an old ratty t-shirt and shorts. “Go out in the hall.” She grabbed their arms and dragged them to the door. As soon as they stepped through, she slammed it and rushed in to change. Her place wasn’t big enough to afford a bedroom, and her bathroom was too small to try to dress in a hurry. Five minutes later she came out dressed in jeans, sneakers and a blouse. She was trying to drag her leather jacket on and lock her door at the same time.
Brian helped her with the jacket while Franklin locked her door. “What’s with the biker look?” Brian asked. “Not that you don’t rock it, it looks good on you.”
“Because Lincoln’s a biker. If his brothers are there, then they’ll be dressed in leather,” she said, and they hurried down and were quiet on the way to the hospital.
Addy strode ahead of them and Franklin looked at Brian, and whispered, “Damn, I’d hate to mess with her in a dark alley. She looks determined.”
“That’s Addy.” They hurried to catch up with her.
*****
“Yes, what room is Lincoln Murphy in?”
“And you are?”
“His wife,” Addy said firmly from her position in front of the information desk just inside the front entrance to the hospital.
“ICU seventh floor.”
“Thank you,” Addy said, and turned on her heel and the two men hurried to catch up with her. They got off the elevator and followed her down the hall. Addy stopped at the desk, and said to the nurse, “Excuse me. I’d like information on my husband?”
“Name?”
“Lincoln Murphy.”
“Oh, Mrs. Murphy, could you fill out his form on his medical history? The gentlemen, and I use that term lightly, that came in with him didn’t know,” she said, and at Addy’s look quickly apologized. “I’ll go get the doctor. You can fill that out in the waiting room.”
Addy looked where she pointed and headed that way. She entered the room, expecting to find it empty, and was shocked to see the whole club and their wives, or girlfriends there. They all looked up, and there was no way, with Brian and Franklin behind her that she could escape.
“Addy!” Mary said ,and jumped to her feet and hurried over to her. “Thank god you’re here. The doctors keep asking questions and we don’t know the answers.” Then she hugged her tightly.
