Part 6
He put his hand under her head. She was so groggy. “5 more minutes.” Bo bemoaned. She could feel herself being lifted but could do nothing to stop it.
“Ruby,” hands held her face. “Ruby?” His voice was laced with anguish. When he put his hands on her shoulders, her head wobbled backwards.
“Boss, did you find her?!” Bo thought she recognized this voice. But from where? Pancakes danced through her thoughts.
“Ruby?” He steadied her head.
“What kind of drug is she on?”
She opened her eyes to see a fuzzy Chico sitting happily near her.
“Ruby?”
“How’d … you know….!”
The anguish softened, “it’s on an envelope in your front seat.”
She moaned then whispered, “call me Bo.”
When she opened her eyes, there was a patch of bright light with a brown blob in the center. After a few blinks, the bright light was an open door. The brown blob was a person. A cop? A gold badge glittered with the rise and fall of his chest. He was talking to the door frame? Of course not. That would be silly. He nodded toward her. Her breakfast companion came into view. Both men walked into the room.
She weakly giggled, “brown blob. Brown blob.”
Her breakfast companion smiled, “how are you feeling?”
“5 more minutes.”
“Seriously; what kind of drug is she on, Chad?”
“Did Chico find anything?” Chad asked.
She heard a deep sigh, “no.”
A very gruff voice filled the darkness of her mind, hurt spilled from it. “It’s happened again.”
“We don’t know that.”
“What do you know? That’s always your story. You know NOTHING!”
“Dan, go home. Calm down.”
“Chad!”This new voice screamed. There was a moment of silence. “Walk away, coward!”
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