She nodded once, emotions warring across her face. “Well, can someone help me get your friend inside before he bleeds out? Up you get, big man, let's get you stitched up so I can go home.”
18
Fang
Watching Gypsy,the way she moved her fingers over The Judge’s wound, was mesmerising. There was no doubt, absolutely none in my mind, that she had done it before. For all of her hippy skirts and sharp little tongue, Gypsy had a past I knew nothing about. The way she tended The Judge just went to prove that fact.
“What do we actually know about her?” I whispered to Hansel who had stepped up to the bar by my side. I didn't look at him though. I couldn't drag my eyes away from Gypsy, her bottom lip between her teeth as she concentrated on sewing up the gunshot in front of her.
“Nothing, a shell company was the one who bought the bar. I didn’t even see her name anywhere on the paperwork.”
He was staring at her the same way I was. With new interest.
“She seems awfully at ease doing that,” he added thoughtfully.
Yeah, I couldn't agree more. She did seem at ease. More comfortable around blood than she did behind the bar if that was possible. “Yeah, she does,” I admitted. “Do you want to get Cyber to run some checks on her?”
I hadn't really seen Cyber a great deal since I had been back in town. He turned up to church and did his job, but the nights he spent with Iris. Not that I could blame him. He had a new family, an old lady and a child with another on the way. I couldn't begrudge him some time with them, but I really needed to know what Gypsy was hiding from me.
I needed to know her past because it sure as hell seemed to be more interesting than she had let on.
“He's already searched.”
Tearing my eyes away from Gypsy for a moment, I turned to gaze at my vice president. Waiting for him to continue. “And?”
He shrugged. “Nothing, he found absolutely nothing. She is squeaky clean.”
I frowned. No one was squeaky clean, absolutely no one. Not unless they weren’t who they said they were. It deepened my curiosity about her.
“You want me to ask him to keep digging?”
Did I? Yes, but I wasn’t sure it would do much good. Whoever Gypsy was, she had done a great job at covering her tracks. A really good job, a professional kind of job. Which meant she had money behind her and probably a lot of it.
She hadn't even thought twice about threatening us with her own lawyers. There was no hesitation in her voice, no doubt that she had the resources and the means to take us on.
Gypsy was a mystery.
“Yeah.” I knew Cyber wouldn't find anything but I wanted him to try anyway. “Ask Bobby as well.” I hated saying the words, but out of everyone, Bobby was the closest thing to a friend Gypsy had. “He might know something.”
I could feel Hansel's eyes on me, studying my face. “You think she told Bobby? I don't even think they slept together, Fang. I think you might have jumped the gun on that bit. They both looked genuinely shocked when I mentioned it.”
“Doesn't matter now, just find out what he knows.” My voice dipped as Gypsy looked over at me. Straightening up, she held her bloody hands out in front of her.
“He's all good, but he does need antibiotics so he needs to be seen by someone, and the…”
The Judge growled at her, “No hospitals.”
Shaking her head, she took a step away. “Fine, no hospitals. Do you have a bathroom I can clean up in before I head out?”
I stared at her. She was so matter of fact. All business Gypsy was new to me. Where were the soft eyes and sharp tongue?
She sounded almost like a doctor.
“We have antibiotics here. And I’m sure you could redress his wound when it needs it.”
Something flickered across her face. “I would like to wash up now and get back to Woof.”
That damn dog again.
