Slater
As soon as Rhett was wheeled into the operating room, my phone buzzed with a message. It was a text from the private investigator I'd been using.
Need to see you. Usual spot!!!
I stared at the message, thinking about the drugs in my cross bag. This was a perfect opportunity for me to give him the drugs and ask him to run a sample of what they are, but the problem was that I didn't know how to leave the hospital.
I turned to look at Charis, who was already pacing anxiously, and Kael, sitting on the waiting bench with a calm air. Still didn't know how he did that.
I didn't want to seem insensitive or do anything suspicious, so I leaned on the wall and scrolled through my phone aimlessly while I racked my brain thinking of a way to leave.
