My Guardian

Chapter 28

I stare at the pages in front of me, unable to compute any of the information, the jumble of words that are supposed to mean something look like gibberish. I need to focus, this is crazy. It's been a few days since I had to visit the precinct. Yet I've processed none of it. It still feels like a mystery of what on earth is happening, it sounds like Digger has taken the problem on himself. Honestly a God send. Lawrence has essentially put up a barrier between me and the officers.

I'm sure that looks as if I'm guilty. How and why was he in town? I didn't think Martin was particularly close with Jamie Gold, but then again I never actually knew the man or men in reality. Was he sent to kill me? Is he the one that planted the bomb on my car? It's not like I can go to the sheriff and ask him about that. Then I'd have to disclose the threats against me from Martin and possibly Adrian. Not exactly ideal in my case, considering the MC is very worried of the detectives being double agents.

I wish Angel was here to talk my ear off. I could use another voice to keep my mind from wandering, Derrick isn't exactly someone I want to share my woe's with. As sweet as the man is, he's not the shoulder I want to be crying on. And I'm sure Snake is tired of hearing it. The bell above the door rings, welcoming the newest guest. With luck I don't need to call Angel in. Miranda's mother offers me a warm smile as she lets the door close behind her. "Good you're in."

"Hey, what can I help you with?"

"Miranda's birthday is coming up, I know she's been down here helping you every chance she can." She laughs softly with a shake of her head. "Jake and I have been talking and I think it's time that she gets a dog. Is she close to any of them in particular?" Automatically one sweet face pops into my mind and I chuckle.

"Pixie, named her herself." Sheila chuckled softly and nodded.

"That sounds like her. What's the quick rundown of the important things?" She asks as she rests her hands on the desk, fingers tapping a familiar song.

"Well before Pixie leaves I'll make sure she's up-to-date on her shots and healthy; I like to send the critters home with a 'go-bag' of a few things. Like their favorite toy, leash and a collar." She nods with a smile.

"That sounds good, we want to give Pixie to her this weekend." She glances over the paperwork I've given her and I nod.

"Pixie's gonna make her a best friend, she already takes such good care of her." Sheila chuckles softly and nods.

"Oh she has been very good at hinting at the fact that she'd be very responsible and careful of her best friend." I chuckle and go through the paperwork with her, making small talk as we break down the situation and important information.

"I'll have her ready by Friday night if that works our for you?" Sheila nods with a smile.

"Thank you, that'd be perfect, Jake may be the one to pick her up if that's ok?"

"Yeah, that's not a problem, just send me a message to give me an idea of when I should have her ready." With a smile she nods and waves me goodbye as she heads out, calling her husband. I wonder if Snake and I will make it through this. The depressing thought hits me out of nowhere, it makes me want to run and hide from my own head.

Given the fact I'm currently a suspect in a murder, and have a price above my head for some unknown wrong doing I've committed against Martin. Will this nightmare ever end? At this rate, I'm not even sure what this is. I need to figure out what I know that's so detrimental to them. Maybe once I have a clue, maybe I can... Do something. Instead of spending another hour of endless staring at paperwork, I opt to do the mind numbing task of cleaning the kennels. What joys.