“Then why isn’t she in a hospital?”
Emily fished her phone out of her purse.
“Counselor, your client refused medical attention,” the detective informed.
“Well, she’s changed her mind. I’ll call for paramedics.”
“That won’t be necessary, Miss…”
“Storm,” Emily offered.
“Well, Miss Storm, if your client wants medical attention, I can call for an ambulance.”
“She does. Thank you.”
Emily entered the interview room, leaving the firm’s paralegals, Hanna and Bruce, with the detectives. She slid the door closed and walked over to Rebecca.
“What did you tell them?”
Rebecca sniffed and rubbed her runny nose.
“I- I told them he tried to kill me.”
“Okay,” Emily responded with a sigh.
“He did, Emily. He really tried to kill me.”
Emily nodded. “I can see that. First, let’s get you examined by a doctor. Then, I’ll deal with the State’s Attorney. You are not to answer any more questions. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Thank you for coming.” Rebecca whispered. Her tone was weak and defeated.
“Of course.”
With a light touch, Emily rubbed her shoulder. She sat with her until paramedics arrived and took her away. Because she was a prisoner, Emily wasn’t allowed to ride with her. So, Emily allowed the paralegals to return to the office and called for a car to take her to the hospital.
Chapter Three
ANGEL
Angel strolled across the lobby of the Four Seasons Chicago Hotel until he reached the elevator. Waiting ahead of him were four elderly women. Angel smiled at the ladies and waited alongside them.
“You are a looker,” one woman commented.
Angel looked around and realized no one else was there. The woman was talking to him.
“Gracias, Senora,” he responded.
“Ooh, and a foreigner,” another one comment.
Angel chuckled, thinking that old people simply didn’t care what came out of their mouths.
“Si, I am a foreigner. I’m from South America.”
“Let’s go to South America,” one blurted through laughter to the other ladies.
The doors opened. Angel held out his hand, politely allowing the ladies access to the elevator. When the ladies entered, Angel followed. He faced the doors and he could swear that he felt their eyes on his ass. These old ladies were worse than a bunch of construction workers. He reached his floor and stepped off the, feeling like he needed a shower.
Angel pulled the keycard out of its jacket as he walked in search of his room. When he found it, he entered, leaving his bag by the door. After hanging up his coat, he pulled out his cell phone. He needed to plan for his date with Emily, but first, he wanted to hear her voice. He tapped her name on the screen and called her.
