So What? I love a cop. (sequel to Cop loving me? code 10-0)

Chapter 33

Looking out of the window and counting the trees we were passing by. Argh! I ain't even home yet and I'm already bored.

I looked next to me and Wayne's attention is on the road. I reached for my phone and saw I hadn't received any texts. I dropped it on my lap and looked at my arm. It's in a sling and will be in a cast for 6-8 weeks.

Damn life's gonna be difficult for a while. Won't be able to do much for myself either. I'm booked off from work and sighed heavily. This just sucks.

Something was still bothering me. I feel I need to talk to Wayne now before we get home because I doubt we'd have the time. He told me people have been anxious to see me so once I get home. People are going to come visit.

I cleared my throat, "I need to ask you a few things."

His attention was on the road by he said I could ask.

I scratched my head. Damn this hair looks like shit. Gonna have to ask someone to come help wash my hair again and braid it for me.

But back to Wayne.

"Uhm...there's still some things that are kind of bothering me and..." I hesitated.

"Licia just ask please." He interupted.

"You didn't directly say or deny that you and Lalique hadn't slept with each other."

I noticed his jaw clenched. He was grinding his teeth and his grip tightened on the steering wheel.

He sighed, "my attention is on the road. So I can't look you directly in the eyes but please listen to the tone in my voice. NO I DID NOT SLEEP WITH LALIQUE."

"Then why would she that? Sometimes women don't make these things up." I said.

"While she's the exception. She made that shit up." He growled.

My eyes narrowed, "why you getting defensive?"

"I'm defensive because it aint true." He snapped.

"Wayne I don't know."

"Alicia please. She made that shit up. The few times Carol Ann came to see me. She was never with her." He replied.

"She said y'all were together that Friday night."

Wayne snorted, "in her dreams yes. Look Alicia. Carol Ann didn't even sleep at our house. Someone called me and told me what happened. So I could be prepared. I was waiting for the both of y'all to come home. Couldn't even sleep decently because you weren't picking up your phone."

It sounded like he was telling me the truth so I had ask this, "so where were you when I woke up after surgery. Why did you leave?"

"I'm sorry about that Licia but we were looking for Conrad Matthews. That's his name. I gotta call while I was on my way to see you and I had to leave."

This was news to me. "But I did really think he was dead the way Keandra fought with him."

Wayne tapped his hand on the steering wheel.
"I know. Conrad is Die Hard. He also doesn't give up. Babe I'm gonna tell you something that is not public knowledge yet."

He took deep breath and spoke, "He did some brain damage up and it means two things.
One, the part where his brain is damaged. Affects your decision-making. So his decision-making was off. He's a trained killer it would've been quick and easy for him to have killed you but he was making some dumb decisions."

Wayne sighed again, "number two and the part I don't like is that because of the damage to his brain he may not be indicted. Mental disability."

I frowned when I heard him say that. I can't believe it.