Indivisible (Steel Talons Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Evelyn Glass Page B

overdosed almost from the day he showed up at the hospital, and these are fatal levels.”
     
    The rage and hatred that flowed through Susan’s veins snapped her out of it completely, and she stood, pacing the floor with the sheet in her hand. “I don’t know what to make of this,” she said, talking as much to herself as to Bridgette. “Is this just a common practice by lazy, evil people? Or was this a personal hit against my dad by someone who feels like he’s an abomination? Or could it be that someone really has it in for me? Hell, it could be random, or an Angel of Death excuse.”
     
    “I don’t know, Susan. The problem is, this would have been a consistent overdose from every caretaker who entered his room. It was a concentrated effort of some kind.” Bridgette sounded as personally affronted as Susan felt, and it was good to have more than one indignant individual working with her.
     
    Making up her mind, Susan slammed the paper on the table. “Put that somewhere safe. I’m going to shower and go take my test. Then, I’m going to put out an APB if I haven’t heard from Jim. Then, while I wait for the police to hunt him down and make sure he’s safe, I’m going to go to work, get with my partner, and call this lawyer. I want these people to fry.”
     
    “Me, too, sweetheart,” she heard the nurse mutter, as she closed the door to Jim’s bedroom and hurried for the shower.
     
    She made it to class with seconds to spare, and for the next hour and a half, Susan put everything out of her mind except the test. When she turned it in, she was confident and even smiled at her professor for the very first time. It wasn’t until she got out to her car, checked her phone—which wasn’t allowed in class on exam days—and found not a word from Jim that the sense of doom swept over her again.
     
    A knock on her car window made her jump, and she gazed up into Boxer’s worried face. That only made her fears grow exponentially. She didn’t bother to roll down the window, instead stepping out of the car. “What happened?” she asked in a clipped tone.
     
    Boxer’s jaw dropped. “That’s kind of why I was looking for you. The nurse at Jim’s house said I’d find you here. Jim didn’t come home last night?”
     
    Susan stared at Boxer, feeling like she was going to throw up at any moment. “Wasn’t he with you? What the hell happened that you lost him?”
     
    Boxer’s shameful blush had Susan ready to faint. “It was getting cold, and he signaled he was pulling over and would catch up. I thought he was just going to button up or whatever. I hung back a little so he could catch me and we could catch the group, but he didn’t show up, so I had the others pull over. We went back to look, all the way to the spot where he’d broken off, but there was no sign of him anywhere. I called his phone, but it went straight to voicemail. There were no cops or ambulances or anything, either. We thought he must’ve stopped and stayed somewhere, lost his signal; but, we still haven’t heard from him.”
     
    Susan uttered a vile curse. “Come on, we’re going back to Jim’s, and we’re going to call every damn hospital and police station within twenty miles of the Pass, looking for him.” She pointed at Boxer accusingly. “I’m not saying this is your fault because it’s not. You did what you were supposed to do. But it’s your responsibility to help me, so call your little playmates and tell them you won’t be back until we find Jim.”
     

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
     
    Boxer’s long strides were no match for Susan’s flat-out sprint, as she passed him on the way into the emergency room entrance at Snoqualmie Valley Hospital. She rushed to the registrar, past the people waiting to check in and demanded, “I need to know where to find Jim Wade.”
     
    The woman started to argue, likely ready to tell her to wait her turn, but something in Susan’s eyes must have told the woman that this was serious