Tracker snarls fiercely at that last comment. “Hey, you leave my mother out of this. She was a nightmare alive, so you can bet she’ll be even worse dead.”
Knowing nobody can do anything other than what we’ve done already we are all dismissed from Tracker's office. I am given a ride home in my own truck by Finger I might add.
“You know I’m staying with you until this asshole is caught. He may know you took pictures of him, and if he knows, he’s going to come after you. I’ll leave you in peace while working at the diner, but other than that, I’ll be with you day and night.”
I give Finger a look of horror because I don’t have anywhere for him to sleep if he is saying he’ll be staying over at my place. But you know, I’m just not going to worry about it. I’m too tired to be bothered.
I’m totally ignoring the fact Finger slept on my couch in the living room last night. Me not having any furniture in the two bedrooms I don’t use in the house had Finger looking at me like I had two heads. Why furnish unused rooms when I'm trying to save money?
The house is small, with three bedrooms, a small en-suite in the main bedroom, another bathroom, and a half bath downstairs. Living room, kitchen, and small laundry room. It's a house big enough for me.
Walking into the diner, I give Shelby a huge smile when she asks if I’m okay. “I’m good now. I just needed a long sleep to recuperate, but all is good and I’m ready for my day.”
“I’m pleased you are okay now. Brian is cooking today, and Maisy and Jayne will be here alongside you. Maisy will workuntil after the lunch rush, then Jayne will come in to cover the rest of the day. Don’t do too much. Maybe be the counter assistant today and make all the drinks to pass to the others to serve?” Shelby asks more than orders.
“I can do that, Shelby.”
Maisy walks into the diner and gives me a finger wave as she passes. “I’ll be with you in two ticks, Cilla.”
The day passes easily, and with me behind the counter, passing the orders to Brian, making drinks and plating up cold desserts from the fridge I’m not overexerting myself either. I feel for the other two servers as they must have clocked up some steps on their wrist devices. It apparently is something they are doing together. Dieting on a low-fat and move-more plan they devised themselves. But it seems to have become a competition between them as to who is doing the most steps.
“Do you want to join us in theget-fitfad?” Maisy asks, and I give her a look that saysnot on your life, which, of course, has her laughing.
“I’m done, Shelby. Can I skip off early?”
“Since the lunch rush has ended and Jayne is here, you go home and get some rest.” Shelby gives me a wave of her fingers.
I swiftly take my purse and jacket. Since Finger hasn't returned and has my truck, I'll walk home quietly. As I leave the diner through the front doors and begin my walk home, I shout goodbye and tell everyone I'll see them tomorrow.
I’m not sure when it happened, but I see Bono appear directly in front of me and he’s waving his arms around shouting something. But before I can ask what he’s saying I received a hard smack on the back of my head. The saying that you see stars is actually accurate. “Psycho bitch...” is all I hear before I seestars, along with white and black dots. But the pain hits again, and before I can react, I’m falling.
Waking again in Scalpel’s medical room, I have a terrible headache and feel spaced out. Two Scalpels are standing in front of me, “Wow, I didn’t know you had a twin?” I slur at the wavering pair.
“Pres, she’s got a concussion and if it wasn’t for that young guy seeing what was happening, she could be dead,” Scalpel snaps, and I’m not sure if that’s real or I’m dreaming something weird is going on?
“Conley...is that your name, Pres?” I ask right as a giggle bursts out of me.
“What the fuck are you talking about, Seer?”
Frowning, I’m wondering who the heck Seer is. Oh, is that Pres or someone else? “What about Slate, is that your name?”
“What’s going on with her, Scalpel?” the voice asks, and I’m frowning even harder, which is making my head throb.
A shadow shape similar to Tracker appears in my line of sight. “Ooooo, you are a sexy thing.” I can’t stop my mouth from yacking because I’m fairly prone to babble when I have meds of any kind. I look at the figure from the top of his head to the tips of his boots, then as I allow my eyes to roam back up I stop at his groin. Pointing I state loudly and clearly, “You are a big man. I bet your parts are impressive too!”
“What the fuck is wrong with her?”
Scalpel number two moves, and I wink at him. “Your twin is just as sexy as you, by the way. No point saying one is better than the other, eh?”
“She is obviously having a reaction to the medication, Pres. But thank fuck she’s not singing.”
“Singing! Oh, I love to sing!” I giggle and slap my arm across my chest and start to sing, “O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light. What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?” I hum a little as my brain feels muddled then continue, “O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave. O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?”
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Scalpel, shut her up,” the Tracker phantom states.
“Hey you, shut it. You may be sex on long legs with a big dick, but that’s our anthem, and you just shut...” I don’t say more because slurring again I close my eyes and start to snore.
Unbeknown to me Bono is laughing his ass off, and Tracker is grumbling about what the fuck is going on, and where the fuck was Finger when I was being attacked?