I hate doctors. They’re always so fucking naggy, but Dr. Sokol is a good guy who genuinely cares. Most other doctors treat me and send me packing. I am an alcoholic, and they know they’re wasting their breath on me, and they’re right to know that. It just hasn’t sunk into DR Sokol’s head yet, but it will.
The doctor leaves the room. Greg stays behind, and my eyes light up. “Well, look at you. Rubbing shoulders with big shit MD’s.”
“Well, actually, I’m just interning, but forget that you’ve been shot. Are you alright?” His voice lowers.
“Well, interning just means you’re on your way to score an awesome career.”
“Devi, don’t downplay this; you could’ve been killed. Now tell me, are you all right?”
“I’m fine. My ego is more damaged than anything.”
He leans down, kissing me on the lips. “Good.”
I place my hands on his hips and pull him closer. “You want to have some quick fun?” I say, untying his pants. We storm into the bathroom, and he shoves me against the sink. I hiss. “Damn!”
He cringes. “Oh shit, my bad.”
“Easy, or I’ll have to report you for malpractice.” I turn around, and he yanks my pants down and pins me against the sink. He thrusts into me, nearly pushing my face into the mirror. Usually, I wouldn’t’ve put Greg’s job at risk like this, but I needed it bad the firefight with Drake stirred a fire in my loins. I let out a muffled howl death gripping the sink when he begins thrusting faster. His body seizures against me. He pulls out, trying to catch his breath. I lean against the sink, grinning. “Thanks for letting me burn off that last bit of adrenaline. I know it sounds stupid, but sometimes when I’m still high on the adrenaline, I get horny as a fuck.”
He pulls up his pants. “Actually, it’s not. They did a study a while back about how adrenaline can trigger sexual arousal.” He chuckles. “You should get shot at more often.”
I saunter over to him and rest my arms on his neck, kissing him. “Let me get this straight, pendejo.” I narrow my eyes. “I should get my ass shot off so you can get off?” I bite his ear lobe, and he flinches. “How is that for your suggestions of getting my ass shot off?”
“Damn, that hurt.”
“I didn’t even break the skin, you big baby.”
He manages a laugh. “I’m going to lunch in an hour you want to wait, and we can grab some food together?”
“I’ll take a rain check I gotta get back to work on this case.”
“Devi, sometimes I worry about you. I worry one day you’re going to get killed in this work.”
“What? You gonna lecture me like my sister? Tell me this work is too dangerous and how I should quit?”
“No. hey, hear me out. I imagine you been a cop for a while, so I would imagine you’re due for a promotion. Maybe take the lieutenants exam to get you off the street.”
I put my arm around him. “I think it’s so sweet you worry about me. But you have to understand, I am meant to be a cop in the field, not riding a desk. Putting up with political bullshit from on high is not why I got into Law Enforcement. Besides, I put up with that shit enough as it is.”
He lowers his head in disappointment and nods.
“Look, Greg. I know you worry about me getting hurt or killed, but that is my life. If it’s too much for you, then I’ll understand if you want to end our little arrangement. No hard feelings.”
He manages a smile. “Well, not after you got done with me,” he smirks.
My mouth curves into a grin as I punch his arm. “Always the little shit.”
He chuckles. “Geez, your knuckles are pointy. Devi, I don’t want to lose you. So I want you to be happy with whatever career you’re in.”
I kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you. I think it’s time you get back to work. Before you lose this awesome internship.”
“See you around, Devi.”
I know he didn’t like my answer, but that’s tough shit. I know how dangerous it is, I don’t need someone to state the obvious.
***
After grabbing my prescription, I exit the hospital. And sit down gently in my car, wincing in pain.
Damn, I should’ve taken a rain check on the public bathroom sex.
Heading back to my house, I get caught by the slowest red light in town. I pop the cap off the pill bottle and wash the pill down with an old bottle of water from a three-day-old water bottle in my backseat.
That should help me move easier. Sokol gave me a light dose so I can still work. Which is good, because I don’t like for the pills to fuck me up unless I’m at home.
I’m almost to my apartment when I get the idea to do another scan of Drake’s house may have been something I or forensics overlooked.
By the time I reached Drake’s house, the pain meds are working to its fullest. Now I don’t feel so stiff when moving. Trudging across the muddy yard, I head up on the porch, drawing my gun in case Drake returned to his home, which I doubt, but you never know. Sometimes suspects get stupid after a while.
Opening the door, I flip the light switch, but no lights. So I switch on my flashlight, surveying the living room. The beam of light catches a pile of scattered mail on the kitchen counter. Overdue electric bill, explains why the house has no juice. I shine the flashlight over to the couch, and to a wall full of pictures. There’s got
