Chapter Four
Taggaret circled Scott like a vulture eyeing road kill. He questioned him over and over picking at the meat of his story until nothing remained but the bones. Scotty said nothing of his drinking the night before or waking up next to a stranger the morning of the accident. He was, after all, a lawyer and knew not to blow his hand and reveal too much information. He said nothing of the speed at which he was traveling only that he had not seen the pedestrian and was unaware that anyone had been hit. Taggaret could not pin anything on him for now. No witnesses had come forward to state that they had actually seen Scott's truck hit the pedestrian and the pedestrian had managed to crawl far enough away from the scene that it was hard to place the blame for his death squarely on the accident. Taggaret was not satisfied he was getting the complete story but saw that he was making little progress and left Scott to visit with his friends and family.
She swirled her straw in her soda and watched the ice cubes chase each other through the mini whirlpool she had created. She had watched as Taggeret grilled Scotty. Scotty was to sharp for him, this much she knew. She threw a few dollars on the table and rose to leave. Visiting hours would be over soon and then it would be her turn to visit.
Serena, Karen and Lucy alternated between chastising Scotty for worrying them and hugging him in relief that he had survived and come out of the coma. All too soon visiting hours were up. Bobbie gently ushered them out of the room. "So," she said when she and Scott were at last alone, "do you want to tell me what really happened?" Scott let a look of pure innocence dance across his features. "I don't know what you are talking about. Everything is as I told Taggaret plain and simple." Bobbie held a smirk on her lips for a moment before replying. "If there is one thing I can be sure of in this world Scott Baldwin is that nothing you are involved in is ever 'plain and simple'."
Taggaret circled Scott like a vulture eyeing road kill. He questioned him over and over picking at the meat of his story until nothing remained but the bones. Scotty said nothing of his drinking the night before or waking up next to a stranger the morning of the accident. He was, after all, a lawyer and knew not to blow his hand and reveal too much information. He said nothing of the speed at which he was traveling only that he had not seen the pedestrian and was unaware that anyone had been hit. Taggaret could not pin anything on him for now. No witnesses had come forward to state that they had actually seen Scott's truck hit the pedestrian and the pedestrian had managed to crawl far enough away from the scene that it was hard to place the blame for his death squarely on the accident. Taggaret was not satisfied he was getting the complete story but saw that he was making little progress and left Scott to visit with his friends and family.
She swirled her straw in her soda and watched the ice cubes chase each other through the mini whirlpool she had created. She had watched as Taggeret grilled Scotty. Scotty was to sharp for him, this much she knew. She threw a few dollars on the table and rose to leave. Visiting hours would be over soon and then it would be her turn to visit.
Serena, Karen and Lucy alternated between chastising Scotty for worrying them and hugging him in relief that he had survived and come out of the coma. All too soon visiting hours were up. Bobbie gently ushered them out of the room. "So," she said when she and Scott were at last alone, "do you want to tell me what really happened?" Scott let a look of pure innocence dance across his features. "I don't know what you are talking about. Everything is as I told Taggaret plain and simple." Bobbie held a smirk on her lips for a moment before replying. "If there is one thing I can be sure of in this world Scott Baldwin is that nothing you are involved in is ever 'plain and simple'."