Page 48 of Hurry Up And Wait
“Who the fuck put a bomb in her house?” I snapped, slamming the glass on the table as I stormed away.
“We’re still working on that. Our initial suspect is, of course, her husband, but he’s currently at work.”
“That doesn’t mean he didn’t drive to her house and plant it in her fridge,” I seethed.
“Yeah, but we need proof, and until then, we have to wait for the evidence to come in.”
Sighing, I ran my hand through my hair and tried to gather my fraying nerves. “Alright, how is she?”
“I’m not sure. She’s headed to the hospital.”
“I want someone on her?—”
“Already done.”
I frowned slightly. “Who’s protecting her?”
“IKE.”
What the fuck was he doing in town? And why would they put him on her? “Since when is IKE back?”
“Don’t know. He showed up after the explosion and just kind of took over.”
I didn’t like it, but if he was there protecting her, I wasn’t going to argue. “I want him with her around the clock. What about her sister?”
“She was on a run when it happened. She’s okay.”
“There needs to be a security system installed and?—”
“Kavanaugh, relax. We’re on it. Cash approved everything the moment Fox called it in. We’re taking care of your girl.”
I shoved my hand through my hair as I forced myself not to rush back home to her. I wanted to desperately. It had only been a couple of days since she walked back into my life, but I already felt like I found a piece of me that was missing. And now she was hurt.
But if I left, it would ruin the plans I’d already put in motion.
“I’ll call you if there are any more updates.”
“Tell IKE I want hourly updates. No fucking excuses.”
“Sure,” Red snorted. “I’m sure he’ll comply with that.”
“He’d better. I’m already fucking irritated with the way things are going with the senator. I need just one fucking thing to go my way.”
“He’s getting under your skin already?”
He had no fucking clue. I glanced at Olivia across the room. I’d almost forgotten about her since she was basically an ornament in the room. She wasn’t my real fiancée, and I didn’t give a shit about her other than the fact that we were stuck in the same situation until I could get the information I needed.
“There’s a change of plans,” I said, still staring at Olivia. “I’ll fill you in when you get here.”
“Shit, I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Well, you’re really not going to like it when you get here.”
“You know, I’m really starting to hate this job.”
“That makes two of us,” I said as I hung up the phone.
Fuck. A bomb. Her husband was the prime suspect. I didn’t know much about her, but I knew her husband was a shitbag. But he was also a cop. Would he really risk everything by planting a bomb in her house? I would say yes, but I needed to see all the information first.