where it came from would have just made his day, she thought.
Dragon had told her she was close to the McCades’ home, and that within the hour she would be there. Jasmine had decided that putting the money somewhere she could grab it and go would be better than having to explain to the family why she had it. Also, if they tried any shit, she was going to need it to run. With her son.
“You said you didn’t know the vehicle that hit you. But when we searched the car after he took off, there were several pictures of you in the glove box.” That terrified her more than she could think around. “Some kid too. You know him?”
He handed her two plastic bags, evidence bags it said on them, and she looked at the one of her first. It was taken recently, when she’d been at the grocery store getting snacks for the road. The other one, of Gavin, was older, by a couple of years. She handed them back to the man and said she didn’t know why they’d have those.
“I think I’ve wasted enough time on you, Jasmine. That is your name, isn’t it? Where is he? Where is Gavin?” That question startled her and she jerked her arm just as the nurse was sticking her again. Looking at the cop, Jasmine had a feeling that she was not going to make it out of here alive. And when the drug started oozing through her head, she watched as the man pulled out a gun and shot the nurse with it. “Less people that I have to share my ill-gotten gains with.” The laughter after he spoke seemed to vibrate in her head.
Things started moving at different speeds after that. The bullet seemed to leave the gun at a super slow speed when he aimed at her and fired. Then she could hardly see the gun at all, the way it moved fast like a dark blur. Voices were louder too, like they were shouting at her right at her ear, but she couldn’t make the words out as they were slurred.
The curtain surrounding her and the cop was torn from the hooks slowly, one at a time, and the sound of it was like a pop, pop, pop noise. A movement of colors, blues and golds, took her breath away. Not sure what it was, she reached out to touch it, only to find herself on the floor looking up at the bottom of the bed. The dead nurse stared at her from her position beside her. The blood from her head seeping out around her looked surreal, like Jasmine was watching a movie. Looking up when she heard her name, she thought it was Gavin but couldn’t make her mouth work to ask him what he was doing there.
“Jasmine, can you hear me?” She tore her eyes from her son and looked at the big man beside her. The movement made her sick, so she closed her eyes. “You have to stay awake for me, Jasmine. Did they give you anything? For pain or something?”
“Needle, whatever was in it made me sick.” She turned her head and felt herself being lifted up when she got sick. Twice she threw up and had to close her eyes again. “I don’t know what it was. But I think it might be trying to kill me.”
“We’re going to move you, all right? Gavin is here with me, and he’s going to get your things. Do you have a purse? Bag? Dragon said that you have a bag stashed somewhere.”
Like she’d trust him with that information. The man laughed and told her she could. Jasmine hadn’t realized she’d spoken aloud until then. She tried to focus on him, anyone really, and it made her sick again. She asked the man who he was.
“My name is Jorden, Jorden McCade. Gavin has been staying with me for a few days. I know you heard about your grandmother, so I had Gavin stay with me until you got here.” She nodded, and then grabbed her head when it felt like it was going to fall off. “My brother, Kenton, he and Emma are going to take care that no one knows we were here once you are out of here. The cop, did you know him?”
“Did?” He told her yes, did. “I see. So something or someone killed him. Good. I think he might have been trying to kill me too. He was working with the nurse. Said