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name, of no surprise, popped up here and there on every other news bulletin.
    Millionaire Heir, Warren Markus, hospitalized after grievous car accident. Sister, Alana Markus, found dead at the scene. Suffering several broken bones and lacerations, Markus remains in intensive care. Fate of business unknown from the loss. No statement from family given.
    That last bit wasn’t shocking in the slightest. His father had never been the type to leave flowery messages, nor was he the type to show his face when it didn’t suit him. Had the old man left him flowers, or—God forbid—shown up, Warren would probably die of shock then. The possibility of the being likely was of Warren leaving this place unscathed.
    “You’re looking a little better today, Warren.” His nurse (the pretty one with the mascara), Eva, said with a lovely smile. “Do you feel better?”
    “Sure,” he replied. “I actually need to make a call, is there a chance I could get a phone?”
    “You can always use mine,” she replied with a light giggle. He humored her with a small smile. Eva disappeared a little while later only to return with a wireless phone. “Here you go, if you need anything else let me know.”
    “Thanks,” Warren said, reaching with his good hand and wrapping his fingers around the gadget. He was not used to using his right arm and as much as he was capable in wrangling horses, his fingers seemed to have forgotten the fact. It took some time to punch in the digits with his thumb, but Warren managed to do it.
    The tone trilled in his ear for a couple of seconds before he heard the line connect. “Markus Residence.”
    “Tobias,” Warren spoke, sighing.
    “Mister Warren,” the man on the other line spoke. “We’ve been worried. Your mother has been rather concerned since the news got out.”
    “Spare me the niceties, Tobias.” Warren said, straight to the point. “If she really was so worried she’d be here in the hospital telling me that. Where’s the old man?”
    “Speaking with the attorneys, sir.” Tobias replied. “Apparently it’s being insisted that you were the cause of the accident.”
    Warren felt a bitter curse roll in his tongue, he swallowed it down swiftly. “He’d love for that to be the case, wouldn’t he? Jesus, at least tell me they’re getting something done about—” he broke off for a moment, eyes clenching shut. “Please tell me they’ve done something about Alana.”
    “If you are concerned about funeral arrangements…”
    “No, Tobias,” Warren snapped. “I’m not talking about fucking funeral arrangements…” he paused in his words, hearing over the line that caught his attention. “Is that mom?”
    “Yes, she’s adamant about speaking to you.”
    If Warren could have sat up, he would have. Darkly, he hissed into the speaker, “ Put her on the phone. ”
    “Yes, sir. Ma’am…” Tobias’s voice faded away and Warren waited with slowing breath for his mother’s voice to appear.
    “Warren?” There she was. Every bit hysterical and shrill as he expected her to be. “Warren, my love, are you alright? Oh dear god, the news has been screaming about this horrible event. You wouldn’t believe the backlash your father is getting with his clients.”
    “Where’s Alana’s body, mom?” Warren cut through her words. “At least tell me you guys have been able to get her back.”
    “You know your father has tried very hard to get everything in order—”
    “It’s been nearly a week and a half and you guys have done nothing ?” Warren bit out.
    “Now, Warren, don’t be like that, you know if we could we’d go and see you ourselves.”
    “That’s not what I’m talking about, mom! Fuck’s sake, I couldn’t give a shit if you completely forgot about me. Alana’s body has been in the city morgue for almost two weeks, and you’re telling me nothing could be done?”
    “You know how the authorities can be.”
    “Don’t fucking talk to me about how the authorities