She did something that would destroy her reputation to save my sister’s and now I’m going to repay the favour.
She said the fucking car was green.
I get out into the hall and Vin steps forward, “she’s okay?”
“Yeah, sleeping.” I nod, “I’m going to head home and shower before she wakes up again.”
“Did she say anything about what happened? Does she remember anything?” Ember asks me.
“Nah,” I shake my head, “we were talking about… other stuff.”
“Right.” She murmurs.
“I’ll be back.” I head down the hallway and out through the exit to the parking lot.
My heart is thrumming wildly and it’s hard to swallow, I know who ran my girl down.
I get in my car and punch the steering wheel, the anger inside me swelling uncontrollably.
My tires burn as I pull out of the parking lot and race back to my house. Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to catch him on my street.
I laugh-the sound unfamiliar-when I see that he switched up the green Honda Civic for a parking control police car. I’ve never felt this much anger in my life, not even when I thought Ivy killed my baby sister.
After I park my car in my driveway, I make my way back out to the street, drop my clenched fists into my pockets, find the hospital latex gloves, and somehow find the control to saunter to his vehicle.
The sun set about an hour ago, the sky still a bit illuminated, and the pitch black night not yet here. I discreetly pull the gloves on and make sure to keep my hands in my pocket. He sees me coming and I notice him look to his right, into the passenger seat.
I open the back passenger door and slide across the seat, in these parking enforcement cars, there’s no grate between the front and back.
“Get out.” His eyes flash with anger.
I do the complete opposite and push myself between the two front seats, there indeed is a gun on the passenger seat.
“Nah,” I say, “today Ivy woke up.”
He has no reaction as he continues to watch me through his rear view mirror.
“She can’t remember the fucking car that hit her, so I came to ask you what the police know.”
“I can’t speak about it,” he snarls, “it’s an open investigation.”
“I was hoping you would say that.” I quickly snatch up the gun from the seat and turn off the safety. “It’s not smart for a cop to have his gun just chillin’ like that right?”
I lean back in the seat and grin, the gun firmly in my hand but pointing at the floor.
“You can go to jail for a long time for taking a cop’s gun.” He’s no longer snarling and his body is as stiff as a fucking board.
“I don’t think anyone will ever find out and if they do, I know some people.” I smile wide when I see his throat working hard to swallow. “Thing is, Ivy said something about seeing a flash of green and I thought that was fucking funny. Any idea why?”
“It’s funny she got hit?” He asks quietly.
“Careful, Deputy Dipshit, I can see intelligence is not needed to enter the academy, huh?” I tap the back of his head with the barrel of the gun, “I’m saying it’s funny because I know a guy with a green car,” I shove his head with the gun, “don’t I?”
“Why are you doing this? Because I slept with her once? Are you so jealous?” His words are like an accelerant to a flame, “don’t end up in jail for a whore.”
“You’re just angry you could only get it once, huh?”
He snorts like I said something funny, “I take what I want, no need to be angry.”
He takes what he wants? Like he forced her? Did Deputy Dipshit rape my girl? Was she too ashamed to tell me?
Everything in my vision flips to red and he sees the exact moment it does.
“No,” he begins to shake his head. “Listen, I didn’t hurt her.”
I slam the handle of the gun into the back of his head and he falls forward with a grunt, he’s out fucking cold.
I step out of the car and walk to the front passenger side. I sit in the seat and press the gun to his temple, then I say a quick prayer. The moment I pull the trigger, a complete sense of calm comes over me, and I’m suddenly lighter than I’ve been in a long while.
Grabbing his right hand, I slap it a couple times against the blood on his head, and then position the gun on the floor by his feet, letting his hand hang down over it.
Fuck, that shouldn’t have felt so good, right?
After spending two weeks in the hospital and then another month practically bedridden at home, my ribs are nearly healed. I can now laugh loudly and breathe deeply, and the whole time I had the best company.
Carmelo spent the weekends he wasn’t training in New York here with me, Cam would randomly pop in with Amelia in tow, my brother and sister barely left my side, and Neil treated me like his princess.
Mom and Dad have been attentive and at times really overbearing, but I love it. Uncle Travis brought over books for me to read, Aunt Adri tried to kill me again with her cooking, and Uncle Emmett solved my case. He really did.
When Officer Adam Van Dyke failed to show up to work a few days in a row, they traced his cop car to outside of Neil’s house, it looked like he was staking him out, but he wasn’t asked to do that.
Uncle Emmett was the one that found him with a self inflicted gunshot wound to the head and when his location was suspiciously near where I was hit, Uncle Emmett obtained
