Page 62 of Under Their Watch

“That is not birth control,” he says as he uses surgical glue to close the small cut.

“What is it?” I ask.

“A tracker, I think,” he says.

“Oh God,” I say. “That means…”

“That’s how he knew where to find you,” Theo says. “He figured out you were going to the club every week but didn’t know who was with you.”

“What the fuck,” I say.

“Hey,” Casey says. “What’s going on?”

“May I?” the doctor asks.

“Mhmm.”

“Rhea is pregnant. I was removing her birth control implant, only it’s not birth control. It’s a tracker,” he says, pointing to the device on the gauze. Casey dons gloves and picks it up to examine it and sighs.

“Logan,” she says, waving him over. “I need an evidence bag.”

“Is this really a tracker?” I ask.

“It is,” she says.

“Is Marvin really dead?” I ask.

“Yes, ma’am,” she says. “He shot himself. I also have news for you. I was planning on calling you tomorrow.”

“What?” I ask with a sigh.

“Marcus Langston was killed in prison,” she says.

“How?” I ask.

“He was in the showers. The guard had to step out to take a call. Some other inmates on work duty found him,” she explains.

“You can do better than that,” I say, and she laughs.

“He was raped with a mop handle, stabbed twenty-seven times, beaten severely, and drowned. Guards found him face down in a toilet,” Logan says.

“Oh dark,” I say flatly. “What a shame.”

“I know. A real loss,” Casey says with a smirk.

“So… I can go home?” I ask the doctor.

“Yeah. You have enough people around you that I feel comfortable letting you rest at home,” he says. “You need to follow up with your primary care doctor and an OBGYN. I’ll give you a list of things to watch out for, but just take it easy. You have a cut on the side of your head, but it has glue instead of stitches. Just keep it covered for a few days so it can heal.”

“Thank you,” I say.

“You’re welcome,” he says warmly.

It took a whilefor them to discharge me but as soon as I was out, we went and got fast food and went home. I am tired, but I’m not sleepy. I just want to lie down and rest.

Quinn scooped me up the moment we got in the door and took me downstairs. Everyone else followed so we could talk before I take a shower. “Here,” Theo says, handing me a pain pill and a bottle of water.

“Thanks,” I say.