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waited until Dean entered the room at the end of the short hallway before slipping across to use the facilities. In the bathroom mirror, the face that stared back at her had zero color, and her eyes had grown to twice the size. Even she could see the fear lurking deep inside. With her hair long and desperately in need of a cut, she looked horrible.
She washed up quickly and walked across the hallway to lie down on the boy’s bed. Such an odd feeling to go from the hospital to here in just a few hours. She groaned softly. What had she done? Was her physical body okay? Did she need help or had she just slept long enough and it was the right time to wake up?
The thoughts spinning inside her head made no sense. Why had she been unconscious for so long? Her attack was still so clear in her mind, she was sure it had happened just yesterday.
She’d been sleeping on the bus the previous night before finding Simone.
That reminded her of something else. Where was her bag with the rest of her belongings?
She had them with her when she was attacked. She dimly remembered something about it.
Then she realized the cops would have found them. And that was likely to identify her as being in the hospital and then as having escaped. If they could pin that time frame together nicely, they’d likely say she’d returned to her friend’s house, got into an altercation with the boyfriend, killed him and ran.
After all, as far as they were concerned she was an escapee from a mental hospital.
Man, she could get into trouble even while sleeping.
She never thought she’d say it, but she should have stayed at the hospital under Stefan’s watch.
At least then she wouldn’t be suspected of murder – again.
With that last horrible thought ringing through her mind, she fell asleep.
*
“Stefan, I know. I shouldn’t have brought her here, but I’ve been up for twenty-four hours and need sleep. I couldn’t leave her running around like a loose cannon getting into any vehicle she wanted and travelling who knows where. Look, Jeremy isn’t here right now. As soon as I’m awake I’ll take her back to the hospital.”
Stefan said, “It’s too late for that. She’s out and there won’t be any closing that box again. Damn.”
“What’s going on? I don’t know much about her mental state, but she’s not crazy. The stuff she can do – yeah, that’s crazy. I hadn’t expected her to not know how long she’d been in a coma either. She took it relatively well, considering.”
“Did she?” Stefan laughed. “I doubt it. The news probably hasn’t sunk in yet.”
“I’m hoping the time of death for our male at Simone’s place shows as being earlier than Tia’s escape. I’d hate to think that the police would jump onto her as a possible suspect.”
“Let’s hope not. If they find her prints they’ll be all over her anyway.”
“And why is that? She gave me a garbled explanation, but I never really understood it.”
“She’s good at that.”
Dean frowned. He hadn’t expected Stefan to know Tia that well, but why wouldn’t he? She’d been his responsibility at the hospital. “So what do you want me to do with her?”
“Sleep and I’ll think about it.”
For the first time Dean could hear the fatigue in his friend’s voice. “You need to rest too.”
“Sure, and maybe now that you are home with her I can. The hospital sent out the alarm an hour ago. I’ll call them to let them know she’s safe. We’ll need to collect the rest of her personal belongings as well, and then try to catch some shut-eye. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
After hanging up Dean headed for a shower. Lord he was tired. He just wanted to crash. But there was nothing like the smell of death to clog your throat and fill your nostrils. It was also damn hard to get rid of.
He finished his shower quickly. Afterward, dressed in clean boxers, he pulled the blanket back off the bed and was about to climb in when he heard something. A whimper? He
She washed up quickly and walked across the hallway to lie down on the boy’s bed. Such an odd feeling to go from the hospital to here in just a few hours. She groaned softly. What had she done? Was her physical body okay? Did she need help or had she just slept long enough and it was the right time to wake up?
The thoughts spinning inside her head made no sense. Why had she been unconscious for so long? Her attack was still so clear in her mind, she was sure it had happened just yesterday.
She’d been sleeping on the bus the previous night before finding Simone.
That reminded her of something else. Where was her bag with the rest of her belongings?
She had them with her when she was attacked. She dimly remembered something about it.
Then she realized the cops would have found them. And that was likely to identify her as being in the hospital and then as having escaped. If they could pin that time frame together nicely, they’d likely say she’d returned to her friend’s house, got into an altercation with the boyfriend, killed him and ran.
After all, as far as they were concerned she was an escapee from a mental hospital.
Man, she could get into trouble even while sleeping.
She never thought she’d say it, but she should have stayed at the hospital under Stefan’s watch.
At least then she wouldn’t be suspected of murder – again.
With that last horrible thought ringing through her mind, she fell asleep.
*
“Stefan, I know. I shouldn’t have brought her here, but I’ve been up for twenty-four hours and need sleep. I couldn’t leave her running around like a loose cannon getting into any vehicle she wanted and travelling who knows where. Look, Jeremy isn’t here right now. As soon as I’m awake I’ll take her back to the hospital.”
Stefan said, “It’s too late for that. She’s out and there won’t be any closing that box again. Damn.”
“What’s going on? I don’t know much about her mental state, but she’s not crazy. The stuff she can do – yeah, that’s crazy. I hadn’t expected her to not know how long she’d been in a coma either. She took it relatively well, considering.”
“Did she?” Stefan laughed. “I doubt it. The news probably hasn’t sunk in yet.”
“I’m hoping the time of death for our male at Simone’s place shows as being earlier than Tia’s escape. I’d hate to think that the police would jump onto her as a possible suspect.”
“Let’s hope not. If they find her prints they’ll be all over her anyway.”
“And why is that? She gave me a garbled explanation, but I never really understood it.”
“She’s good at that.”
Dean frowned. He hadn’t expected Stefan to know Tia that well, but why wouldn’t he? She’d been his responsibility at the hospital. “So what do you want me to do with her?”
“Sleep and I’ll think about it.”
For the first time Dean could hear the fatigue in his friend’s voice. “You need to rest too.”
“Sure, and maybe now that you are home with her I can. The hospital sent out the alarm an hour ago. I’ll call them to let them know she’s safe. We’ll need to collect the rest of her personal belongings as well, and then try to catch some shut-eye. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
After hanging up Dean headed for a shower. Lord he was tired. He just wanted to crash. But there was nothing like the smell of death to clog your throat and fill your nostrils. It was also damn hard to get rid of.
He finished his shower quickly. Afterward, dressed in clean boxers, he pulled the blanket back off the bed and was about to climb in when he heard something. A whimper? He
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