Spencer-3 by Kathi S. Barton Read Free Book Online

had had enough. She didn’t know if it was because another ass of a man had walked in, or if she was just generally pissed off at all men, but she snapped.
    “Doctor, if you don’t leave my room this very second and take your bigoted, prejudice, small minded fucking ass out of here, I will not be responsible for what I do to you. You have done everything but put on a white robe and cape since you’ve been in here spouting your asinine opinions. I’m sick of it and do not have to listen to it for one more second. You are, by and far, the most...get the fuck out, now!” She knew that she look murderous; frankly, she didn’t care.
    “Why, young lady, no one speaks to me…”
    “Get out!” She grabbed the pillow behind her and would have thrown it at him, but a sharp look at Devin and him shaking his head had her tossing it to the floor instead. She was boiling mad, something she hadn’t been since she was a child.
    The doctor left and Cait got up without a word and stormed to the bathroom. She hoped that her room would be empty when she came out. No such luck.
    “Got any more threats for me today, Mr. Grant? If not, then you can get the hell out too. I’ve had enough of people today, thank you very much.”
    “I talked to Spence,” he told her calmly. She didn’t like the smile on his face; it looked too knowing to her. And she was positive that she didn’t want to have this conversation with him either.

    “Good for you. If that’s all, then I want you to leave me alone. If you want help on your suicide, then tough. I’m going home tomorrow and I really want to rest up for the journey.”
    “You’re going to be served in the morning. I just thought you’d like to know.
    I need you to stick around until the pre-trial of the teacher. I’d also like to use you as an expert witness in the murder of William, not suicide.”
    “No and hell no. I can’t do a flipping thing about the pre-trial; that’s a done deal. As for the other, fuck off.”
    He set his briefcase on the little table and opened it. He was taking his time for whatever he was looking for. And whatever it was, she knew that she was not going to give in.
    “This is from my niece. She isn’t allowed to come up and see you because she’s only six. The others are from the other children in her class. We all know, their families, if it hadn’t been for you, that it could have been a lot different of an outcome. Thank you.”
    She took the stack of cards. There were nine of them, brightly colored and covered in glitter and hunks of dried glue. The handwriting was uneven and her name had been spelt “cat.” One child had even drawn a kitten on his for her.
    Ribbons and dollies decorated the inside of them, words of thanks and good wishes.
    “You play dirty. I really hate you right now. I hope you know that. Why can’t a man just be...go away, Mr. Grant.”She wanted to toss the cards in the trash, but found that she couldn’t.
    “Good. That was my plan all along, for you to hate me. And if we’re going to be working together, then I’d like for you to call me Devin.” She looked up at him and saw Spencer in this man’s smile. Her heart clenched again. She looked down at the cards as she spoke to him. Maybe if...
    “Mr. Grant, I’m not...I don’t have it in me to be anything to your brother.
    You see, I’d always been a geeky kid, so when the opportunity came up for me to test out of school, I took it. The summer I turned eleven, I graduated from high school, and my father wasn’t there. He was my world, you see. Then one day, he was gone. He had been a beat cop. Working the streets, he’d told me, was in his blood. When I was nine years old, my father was shot in the line of duty. It wasn’t anything stupendous, or even all that noteworthy, at least to most. He had been killed by a kid who was handing him the gun his father had just killed his mother with. Dad had reached for it just as the little boy pulled the trigger and it