where the hell is my mother?”
His heated glare burns into me, showing he is ready to attack. Fuck him. He can. I welcome it.
“I told you, I have no clue where that bitch could be. You’re the super cop, so you tell me,” I say condescendingly.
I decide to leave his jab about Clove not being my business alone. It doesn’t matter where I am, she will always be my business.
“You’re a fucking liar!” he shouts, looming over my bed. “You’ve been with her for over a year, you piece of shit. You know damn well where she would go.”
“Didn’t you hear what I said? I have no clue where she is,” I say harshly.
“Fuck you! You have all but destroyed my sister, not to mention your brother. I swear to God, you’d better tell me.”
“Or what?” I yell. “Are you going to kill me? Make my life a living hell? Beat me to death? Well bring it on, motherfucker, because there isn’t a damn thing you can do to me that I wouldn’t do to myself if I could. I love her.”
We engage in a stare down, but he knows damn well I can’t do shit in here.
“You love her?” he scoffs. “Let me tell you what love is, asshole. Love is what Clove and Turner have for each other. Love is the daughter they made together. Love is about family, and protecting them. It sure as fuck isn’t about kidnapping and stalking and pretending to be someone else. And if I didn’t love my family as much as I do, I would fucking kill you.”
“Zack. Enough. We will take it from here,” says one of the agents.
He places his hand on Zack’s shoulder, but Zack shrugs him off.
“Fuck that shit! You won’t rest until the two of you have completely destroyed her, will you? My sister got one night, one goddamn night alone with her family in their new home, and now I have to go over there and crush her, and tell her my mother has disappeared.”
He turns and lashes out at the agents
“You’d better make sure this son of a bitch co-operates with you, or I swear to God I will make him myself. I’ll be waiting in the chopper. Get this asshole to talk. I need to get to my sister.”
He turns on his heel and slams the door on his way out.
“I want charges pressed against him for threatening my client,” my lawyer pipes up.
“Jesus Christ! Would you shut up?” I spew at him in anger. “What the hell are you doing here, anyway? I told you I didn’t want your help.”
His shoulders square back, his beady little eyes squint.
“Well, if you want to spend the rest of your life in prison then I can leave, but if you don’t then you will listen and do everything that these men here ask you to do.”
The DA pulls out a tablet and begins typing into it.
“Are you telling us you have no idea where she could have gone, Mr. Calloway?”
“That’s what I said, isn’t it?”
I stand my ground. I have no clue where she could be. Skipped the country, I hope.
“Now hold up, here,” the doctor pipes up. “I agreed to let all of you in here to talk to my patient and I specifically told you his health is my top priority. This is not a jail cell, this is a hospital room, and I will not stand here and watch you get him all worked up. Do I make myself clear, gentlemen?”
They all take a step away from me while the doctor pulls the drape closed and lifts my gown to examine my wound. I’m no help with one arm in a sling and the other cuffed to this bed.
“The wounds seem to be healing nicely. Are you sure you don’t want anything for your pain?” he asks for the hundredth time.
“No. I’m fine,” I snap.
“Well, I am staying in here until they finish up with you. It’s my call, not yours or anyone else’s, if I think they have pushed you too far, understand?”
I nod and he opens the curtain back up.
The DA gets right down to business, no time wasted as he offers me a plea bargain to help reel in Tina.
“We’re prepared to offer you a fifteen to twenty year sentence in a maximum security federal prison instead of life if you can help us find her. That’s one hell of a bargain, Mr. Calloway, considering all the crimes you have