He harshly rubs his hand over his face and then looks back up for me to continue.
“Anyway, Havoc got a call from Sutton earlier this evening. They were being chased down in Raegan’s car. We heard everything over the speaker, the loud crash and the sound of gunfire. She was able to tell us that they were close to Raegan’s favorite bridge, so we rushed there. We found them floating on their backs in the water away from the sinking car, we jumped off the bridge and swam to them.”
“Did Sutton say who it was that did this? You were blaming yourself when I opened the door, so I know you have an idea of who it was.”
I stare at him not knowing if I should say anything.
After a while I finally speak, “Mr. Walker?—”
“Just tell me if they’re still going to be a problem for my little girl.” He leaves no room for an argument.
“Not a chance, sir,” is all I give. He might be my Ol’ Lady’s dad, but he still could cause trouble if he wanted to keep me away from her.
He gives a full nod and settles back down in his chair.
“Stop with the sir bullshit and call me Roger.”
I’m finally making progress here. Thank fuck for that!
The next day the doctors feel as though Raegan is out of the woods and can be moved from ICU to a regular room as her numbers are improving. She has been in and out of sleep all day, and the doctors think that keeping her heavily medicated is allowing her body heal quicker.
Day two in a regular room has both Roger and me climbing the walls. We want her to be fully awake now so that we can be sure she is okay. The head injury might be a setback, so keeping her awake longer than two minutes is necessary to our sanity.
Melissa and Dad have been by every day after his therapy to visit and bring us food. Once Roger and Dad saw each other it was like long lost brothers reconnecting. I now know every mission they were ever sent on, and the crazy things they did to the other men in their troop. Roger also remembered Gunner, who is the Fallon president up in Nevada and wants to meet up with him if it’s possible. It’s weird that Raegan’s dad and my dad had this entire life together before we ever existed. I wonder what she’ll think about it once she’s awake.
The club has been laying low for the last few days. Turner has been by asking questions making a good show of pressing us, but Sutton isn’t budging on her story. It’s cute that she doesn’t know that Turner is on our payroll, but the less she and Raegan know, the better.
“We went for a ride out by the lake when a car came out of nowhere and started shooting at us. Raegan tried to outrun them in her car, but they must’ve hit one of her tires because she lost control and we went over the side and into the water. I never got a look at who it was because I was crouched down in the floorboard praying not to get shot!”
“Do you know if Ms. Walker had any enemies who would want to hurt her?” Turner asked.
“Raegan wouldn’t hurt a fly much less have someone upset with her,” Sutton states.
“There was a call in on some people illegally racing down a bit from where this accident happened. Do you know anything about that?” he presses, and we can all see the turmoil on how to answer.
“Are you accusing my daughter, who has three bullet holes in her body, of being part of illegal activity? As she lays here helpless from the lack of competency the police have of keeping its citizens in this town safe?” Roger chimes covering so that Sutton didn’t have to openly lie. It was thoroughly satisfying to see Turner sweat a little under the collar.
“Just doing my job, Roger,” he grits out.
The news has been reporting about a massive Big Spring salvage yard fire. The videos show ashes and the charred remains of the building and junk cars. They’re saying that dead bodies were on the property and that an investigation is under way.
We all have airtight alibies for that night. The hospital staff have all stated that we’ve been here since Raegan and Sutton were brought in. Most of the staff couldn’t tell us a part and since a huge number is always walking around they can’t rebut it. Not that Turner would actually check the hospital cameras.
The sun has set as Roger, Dad, and I play a round of cards still waiting for Raegan to fully wake, though the doctors have stated that she is coming more and more aware to natural responses. Ian admitted that they had given her more of painkillers just to make her more comfortable. After the first day, Roger let us know that she has never taken well to being put under in the past. Anytime she had to have a procedure done that involved anesthesia, she’d take three times longer to wake than the normal person.
Melissa and Claire are out for the night to pick up some essentials since Raegan’s parents jumped on a plane without a thought of packing anything.
“Aces win every time!” Dad calls out, tossing his cards down on the table while both Roger and I grunt at his hand.
“When in the hell did you get good at cards? If my memory serves me correctly, you lost every hand back in the day,” Roger jokes and starts shuffling again.
We all put in the two-dollar ante and Roger deals from the deck.
“I’ve had a lot of time on my hands.” Dad gestures to his wheelchair. “Time…”
The hospital door storms open, and we whip towards the opening. There in the doorway is Satan himself and in front of him is his little whore of a wife.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Roger hops up from the chair, and I follow suit to block their attempt of coming any closer to Raegan’s bed.
