The Spider Bites by Medora Sale

Author:Medora Sale
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, FIC000000
Publisher: Orca Book Publishers
Published: 2010-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

THE APARTMENT

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

“What are you doing here?” I asked the guy from the park.

“Angela and I are old friends,” said Mark.

I’d never heard of him. That made this little get-together seem even more awkward.

“What happened to you?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I snapped.

“You’re dripping blood.”

“My god,” said Angela. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” I reached up and touched the side of my head. It was wet. I looked at my hand. There was blood on it.

“Sorry,” I said, staring at the blood. “The power went out. I walked into something in the dark and hit my head. Stupid of me. But I’m fine.” I was talking too much. I knew it but I couldn’t stop.

“Sit down,” said Angela, pushing me onto the couch. “Can you give me hand, Mark?”

They headed for the kitchen. Tony came over and sat down beside me.

“Why in hell did you come back?” he asked.

“I wanted to find out what was going on,” I said.

“Nothing until today.”

“Did I tell you I got a message from Rodriguez?” I whispered.

“Rodriguez? What did he want?”

“Hard to tell. Anyway, it wasn’t exactly from him. It was from one of his guys. But it sounded like having the current investigations into his activities dropped was worth a million or two to him.”

“And what did you tell him?”

“I told his little friend he was talking to the wrong guy.”

“Look, Rick, we have to talk. Seriously. Tomorrow.” He stood up and went back to the armchair. Angela and Mark came in with a stack of towels, a first-aid kit and a basin filled with water. I tried to get up.

“Sit still,” said Angela crossly.

I sat still. She mopped up the blood and slapped a square dressing on the side of my head.

“Does your head hurt?” she asked.

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Mark, get me some ice from the freezer, will you? Put it in a plastic bag.”

“Right away, captain,” he said.

“Look straight at me, Rick.”

I did.

“You look wonderful, baby,” I said. “And I feel like hell.”

She stared into my eyes.

“I don’t think you have a concussion. But what happened?” she asked again. “Who hit you?”

“The lights went out over by the house and I walked into something in the dark.”

“Yeah, sure,” said Angela. “You said that already. I didn’t believe it the first time either.”

The last thing I heard was Angela saying, “You guys better go. I’ll keep an eye on him. I’ll see you in the morning, Mark.”

When I woke up again I was lying on the couch, covered with a duvet. Someone had stripped me down to my underwear. There was a pillow under my head.

The sun was pouring in the window. My watch was sitting on the coffee table by the couch. It was almost nine o’clock. There was a note on the table.

Hi. I’m at work. Help yourself to coffee and anything else you can find in the kitchen. There are plenty of clean towels in the cupboard. I’ll pick you up here at 11:00. We have to be at headquarters at 11:30 to be interviewed.

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