Chapter 9

Oh, this one is good!

He was crazy! Was it possible he was still mad? No. But, what if he was? So what?

“Hey, you, where are you going?”

Thomas frowned as he saw the emergency receptionist standing up. She gave him a sad look.

“Do you know him?” she asked.

Thomas was puzzled, didn’t know what to think. “Not really, why?” he asked, having a bad feeling in his stomach. If the woman had called Elias back, it could only be for one reason. Elias was there…as a patient? Suddenly he felt like a complete asshole.

He tried to stay calm and approached the reception desk.

“What—why was he here?” he asked, showing his badge. His free pass to ask inappropriate questions. He also added a pinch of the smile that could get women talking. And men.

But the receptionist looked at him uncertainly. “Didn’t you see him? Half of his face was all bruised.”

No, he hadn’t. Elias hadn’t turned his face. Shit!

Thomas felt acid in his throat.