She nodded and continued inside. “I would expect that after taking unknown drugs. It’s impossible to tell what they’ve laced them with.”
“Oh, I didn’t take them,” I clarified. “They were more forced into my body.”
I was getting lost as we wound our way through the house, down a short set of stairs to an elevator. She hit a button and the shiny doors opened.
“Knight filled me in. I’ll take some blood samples and see what I can find out. Hopefully, we’ll have you feeling better soon.”
I was extremely grateful for that, but it still didn’t solve the main problem. We still had men after us, and apparently, they thought I stole something from them.
Double doors slid open and we walked into the most sparkling white room I’d ever seen. This lab was like something out of a movie.
And it was here.
In the basement of a mansion.
“Your husband must really love you.”
Chuckling, she led me over to a gurney and patted it. “He loves me, and he knows I always need a place to take our teams when they’re injured. He did all this in the last year,” she said, smiling as she looked around.
“Do your teams get injured often?”
She thought about it a moment. “More often than the average person.”
An uneasy feeling spread through my gut at her words. “Does Rob get injured often?”
She shot me a knowing look as she prepared everything to draw my blood. “Actually, he’s not in the field as often as everyone else. He’s mostly a tech genius.”
“So, he’s behind computers all day.”
“Yeah, for the most part.” As she wrapped a band around my arm, she continued. “Though he was on the last job, and I hear it was a doozy.”
“In what way?”
“That’s literally all I heard.”
“Oh, that’s not much to go on.”
Smiling, she started to draw my blood. “No, but I prefer it that way.”
“Why?”
“Because I once was taken by some men who were after my husband. Trust me, it’s better if you don’t know anything.”
Shivers skittered down my spine at her words. Not because I was afraid, but because of the sincerity in her tone. I wondered what she had been through, but it didn’t seem polite to ask.
“All done,” she said, unwrapping the band from around my arm.
After putting gauze over my site, she carried the vials over to a counter, clearly labeling them.
“So, what now?”
“Now, I get samples from Rob, and you wait for answers, which is the part that really sucks,” she said, turning back to me.
“Anything fun to do around here?” I asked, only half-laughing.
“Well, if the other ladies were here, I’m sure you’d find plenty to do. As it is, I’ll take you back upstairs, because trust me, you won’t have any fun down here.”
With nothing else to do now that I had given over a pint of blood, I wandered around the house, looking at the pictures and pretending to care about any of it.