We're now at the hospital, for Dawn. She's in critical condition right now, but not dead. Yet.
Dick and I approach her room, but I quickly back away. I can't look at her like that, all hooked up to wires and tubes and shit.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay," Dick turns to me.
I inhale, "Save that crap for someone who's buying, k? Rachel's right. You're a terrible liar." His shoulder deflate as he sighs.
I look around with a shudder. I hate hospitals. I hate death. I hate this. I hate that I couldn't handle the situation and saw my mom's dead body.... yeah, this fucking sucks.
14 Years Ago
"And don't come back until ya got money!" Manny, the man who owns the shittiest little motel ever, yells at me as he throws me out back after catching me in one of the vacant rooms I've been secretly staying in for the past couple weeks. Damn. Just when I thought I found a good place that wasn't beside a dumpster or an abandoned building.
I flip him the bird and then pick up my backpack that he tossed out as well. I need to think of something, fast, because I heard on the weather channel through the radio the cleaning lady listens to that it's supposed to storm real bad for the next week.
"Find an orphanage or something, brat!" He shouts before slamming the door. I think I'd rather sleep on cardboard beside a homeless man. It's actually not so bad, they share their torn up jackets with me to use as a blanket.
Well I've already been fired from two clubs after they found out I was 14 and not 18... I guess cheap makeup and my mom's old dresses and bras can only get a girl so far huh? Guess now I'll just have to do something dramatic.
Back to Present
Hank turns his head to the door, finally noticing Dick and I, and heads our way. He's been glued to Dawn's side from the moment she got here so this should be good...
"Hank, I'm sorry. If I hadn't-" Dick starts as soon as Hank steps out.
"Who were they?" Hanks asks, not letting Dick finish. "What the hell do they want with Rachel?" His eyes gloss over, tears begging to form.
"I'd like to know as well," I cross my arms.
"I don't know," Dick answers. Hank sniffs softly before they both turn to look at Dawn. I take a glance, immediately grimacing, and look away. "You take care of her," Dick's voice brings me back, "We will find them," He says determinedly.
I sigh, I guess I'm in on this too then? "He's right. We'll make them pay for what they did to Dawn." Dick turns to me, face full of shock that I agreed to help instead of chewing him out for including me in another quest with him. Sure Dawn infuriates me to no end, but I never want to see her in the position she's in now.
Hank just stares at us, twisting his lips around while he mulls over what we said before going back into the room.
Dick opens his mouth to speak when his phone starts ringing. He holds up a finger.
"Grayson," He picks up. I take a small step closer so I can hear.
"Don't sound so excited," A woman speaks flatly. I furrow my brows at him, the voice not ringing any bells.
"Sorry you caught me at a bad time," Dick replies. 'My boss' he mouths to me.
Ah. I nod as his boss continues, "I thought you'd be on a beach sipping on a pina colada by now," She says, sounding slightly confused. Ooo, that sounds so lovely right about now, we should do that instead. Hold up, WE? It's official, I've been around him too long.
"Yeah, something like that. What's up?" Dick gets straight to the point.
"Forensics came back on the Roth murder weapon," Boss lady informs causing me to perk up and zone back in. "There are prints, but they don't belong to your girl Rachel Roth." Oh? "Traverse City P.D. called for you this morning about her."
"About Rachel?" Dick asks as he starts down the hallway. Wait! I didn't know we were leaving, ugh, I was still listening! I let our a huff, glaring at the back of his head as I follow.
"They had an intruder at the Roth crime scene," His boss tells him. Finally something interesting and not depressing or mood-killing around here! "African-American female. Maybe six foot. Magenta hair," She describes. "Apparently she assaulted several officers." I suppress a laugh, you go girl. "BOLO came back with a match on her at a gas station up your way off the 495. Security cameras caught her leaving with a girl matching the description of Rachel Roth. And she left behind a body."
"I'm on my way," Dick tells her.
"And Grayson, one more thing. About Rohrbach, she's dead. Murdered." Wow. Didn't see that one coming. Dick pauses walking. He doesn't look sad, his face held a second of shock, before going neutral. They hang up.
"So, uh, are you coming? I can just as easily drop you off at an auto-shop," He offers. Oh right... I actually forgot all about my bike situation for a moment. Flashes of me screaming at Dawn and throwing the record player flash in my mind. I squeeze my hands into a fist, digging my nails into the skin. Screw Rachel and her weird, mind-fucking shit for bringing that memory back into my head.
Well this trip turned into trying to find the people who killed my mom... to finding the one's who attacked Dawn. I almost laugh out loud at the irony. But, perhaps Dawn can have the justice my mom has yet to receive.
I sigh, swallowing the lump that seemed to have formed in my throat. "You'll just fuck this up without me. Like I told Hank, those weirdos from the roof deserve to pay and I'll make sure to collect. Nobody gets one over me." And with that I take off walking towards the exit. "Let's move, we're burning daylight," I call over my shoulder, glancing to see Dick looking completely stunned.
I may be a bitch, but I'm not a fan of being thrown off guard, and a roof, and I especially don't like coming out of a fight not successful. Now if only I can make it through this without killing Dick. Damn, that's gonna be a real challenge.
"Just don't piss me off or talk to me and you won't have to join Dawn in here, got it?" I warn him when he finally catches up to me.
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