She couldn’t sit to the bed with wet clothes, but Madrox was determent to talk. She needed the bed, but she could live without a pillow. She took the pillow from under the covers and slowly sat on it. The back of her head was throbbing where she hit it but her hand had been clean when she touched it to see if she was bleeding.
“Did I pa’d?” She suddenly asked and looked at him.
She had an idea what Madrox wanted to tell her. Guido had tried to talk to her three weeks after she was out of the hospital about Jamie. Apparently disappeared and no one knew where he was or where he was going. Not even Layla ‘know stuff’ Miller. Needless to say the conversation hadn’t gone well, but no fingers had been broken. Monet had come running when she heard Terry’s voice getting louder and louder, and Guido wasn’t going to argue with M.
But M wasn’t here to save her. “Ye know wh’re the door is. Say whatye hav’ to say and leave.”