Beckett (Robinson Destruction #4) - Kathi S. Barton Page 0,55

he’s going to lose a leg from my work.” Dawson sat down on the other seat in Thatcher’s office and asked him what was going on. “I honestly have no idea. I’m not even sure I believe he’s hurting that badly. I know that sounds crazy, but all we did was remove a splinter. Even at his check up, it was scarred over and healed.”

“Is she blaming you?” Thatcher nodded. “Have you called it in? I mean, that’s what we were told to do when we get calls like that. I do understand you being confused, but let the insurance handle it.”

“I did call it in. Then they called me back and told me that there wasn’t anyone alive by the name, and the social that I gave them was for a dead person. That’s why I asked you if you remembered him. Just in case I got it wrong.” Thatcher handed him the file that was marked, outpatient. “Apparently, even the address they gave was bogus. I told the agency that I had called it in as he wasn’t anyone that I knew, but now they want me to give Rogen not only the file but anything I might have kept with his DNA on it. I’m glad they have us take a DNA test from everyone that comes in here. Christ, this is a nightmare.”

“Rogen say anything? I mean, like this was stupid or something?” Thatcher said that all she said was that the agency was looking into it. “What if they don’t believe you? Do you think they’ll have Rogen take you out?”

“Like I’d do that. Don’t let your asses get ahead of the big picture.” Rogen joined them in the room and kissed Thatcher on the mouth. “I just got a call from the shitholes that have you thinking I’d take you out. I love you guys too much for me to do that on my own. I’d hire someone. The DNA matches one of the agents that has had his employment ended.”

“Do I want to know what that means?” Rogen just smiled at him. “All right. I don’t want to know. But what happens now? I mean, are we going to be shut down or something? Did we do anything wrong? I have to tell you, Rogen, I’m enjoying this life of making good money. I was just thinking about how much I love the perks too.”

“Not that I can see from what they’ve asked about the two of you. He was never beyond the point of no return. He didn’t stay overnight, nor did his wife, who he isn’t married to, make it back to the room with him. I’d say you did just what you were told to do.” Thatcher asked her what happened now. “I have to send Tru out.”

That meant the man was as good as dead. So was the woman. He wanted to ask why they had jumped to that point but decided he wasn’t really sure he wanted to know. When she sat on the edge of the desk, Dawson was sure he was going to be shot as well.

“You should never play poker, Dawson. It’s written all over your face that you’re thinking I’m going to hurt you in some way. I’m not.” She did take her gun out, and Dawson finally understood the terminology that people used when their ass puckered tight, and their balls felt like they were going to crawl up there inside of his ass. “Dawson. Breathe, damn it. I’m going to have you carry this from now on. Thatcher is already armed, but you need to be too.”

“No. I don’t like guns.” Rogen asked him if he thought he’d enjoy dying more. “No. But seriously, with all this firepower around here all the time, who would be stupid enough to try and hurt us?”

“He got into your clinic, didn’t he?” There was that. Taking the gun from her, he laid it on his lap. “You also need to get more practice with that thing. I know you’ve qualified to use it, but I really need you to feel like if push came to shove, you’d know it’s going to save your life. You can go with your parents. They go down to the shooting range twice a week. Unlike you, they’re armed all the time.”

“You have no idea how much I hate the thought of having to use this. But I can see your point in knowing how. I’ll go there tomorrow. I