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to say, I am really thankful to be going home. She
leaves the room and Eli and I both let out a collective exhale.
    His expression darkens and he picks up
both of my hands. I don’t like where this seems to be heading,
like he’s about to tell me something I don’t want to
hear. He couldn’t tell me before I was free to go? Now I’m
probably going to have some kind of nervous breakdown or cardiac
arrest before I ever set foot outside the hospital.
    Carl walks in the room glowering at Eli.
    Eli returns the look. “We’ll
be a minute.”
    “I’m staying.” Carl
folds his arms tightly across his chest.
    “Carl can stay; he’s a
friend” I say simply.
    Eli considers it all for a minute and
continues, “Fine, stay. Listen, I don’t want you to get
upset. There’s a couple of things that we need to talk about.
We have to go down to the law office. You’re going to meet with
Jason and Bob, then detective Glass is going to question you.”
    “About what happened?” I
assumed they knew what happened and just weren’t telling me.
    “Yes, we’ll talk more on the
way there, but essentially you need to do exactly as Jason tells you.
No variations, no ad-libbing, got it?” The seriousness about
him says there's more to this than he’s letting on.
    “Okay.” Piece of cake,
really.

Chapter 6
Body of Evidence
    Shay
    We walk through the double doors of
Roth, Carmichael, Eddins and Brunner. Genie bolts up from behind her
desk. She takes me up in her arms and squeezes me tight. “Oh
Shay, thank God you’re okay. We were so worried.”
    Wincing, I step out of her embrace,
“Thanks Genie, it’s good to be ‘okay.’”
Whatever okay is. Eli was still completely tight-lipped all the way
over.
    Genie looks past me to Eli. “How
is everything?” Her meaning is layered.
    “Everything is fine but I need an
empty office and some time with Shay alone.” His eyes quickly
motion back to the cop and Carl, who just walked into the lobby.
    “No problem sweetheart; this way.”
She leads us down the hallway and opens the door to Oliver’s
office. I’ve spent some time in here over the years, but
nothing has changed since he died. It’s still furnished with a
leather couch, a beautiful mahogany desk and my artwork on the walls.
    “Oliver’s office?”
Curiosity rides my tone.
    “Yes it is, Aiden insists we leave
it as is. Jason says we’ll fill it eventually.” She
sighs, recognizing the waste of space. “Y’all take as
much time as you need. I’ll buzz you if we need you.”
    “Thanks so much, Genie. Tell Jason
we’ll be ready in about thirty minutes and you should call
Preston and Glass to set up the meeting,” Eli says, closing the
door as she leaves.
    Sitting uncomfortably on the couch, I
feel like I’m about to be scolded, but Eli looks so guilty.
It’s as though he doesn’t know what to say or where to
start, so I do. "So spill it. What the hell happened? Who the
hell shot me?”
    “First I think it’s
important to figure out what you do and do not remember.” He
picks up my hand, “I know you’ve said there were holes in
your memories. That you remember the signing, and you remember the
last meeting we had here.”
    “Yeah I remember all of that. I
remember coming back from Tampa, I remember the meeting, but that’s
it.” I put my head in my hands. It's so frustrating not being
able to remember anything. Especially since I’m sure I’ll
get the whitewashed version that is designed to protect me. I just
want to know exactly what happened.
    Eli guides my chin to meet his gaze.
“I’m here with you, its okay. We’re going to get
through this.” He says searching my eyes. I can see that he’s
trying to figure out what to say.
    “Let’s go a little further
back and tackle this chronologically.” He takes my hands again
and goes through an inventory of events that have transpired. I
remember nearly everything he’s going over but then he hits a
nerve. “Do you remember Taffy?” He says