¡°Easy. It¡¯s going to hurt for a while.¡± Vallejo said.
¡°Hmmm. I think I know that.¡± Ingrid said getting comfortable.
¡°How do you feel¡± Karen asked.
¡°Well besides the wound in my side I¡¯m just peachy.¡± Ingrid said.
¡°Glad to hear it. Now we are going to start on the case. Fillmore is going to stay here to guard you.¡± Vallejo said.
¡°What? Vallejo I¡¯m fine. I don¡¯t need to have you guys to find those people for me.¡± Ingrid said.
¡°Well then let us just say that it is for the murder of the person who tried to kill you in your room.¡± Anza said.
Ingrid stared at them. Then she leaned on the pillows more. She crossed her arms and glared at the foot of the bed.
¡°Now you be a good girl and get well.¡± Vallejo said.
Ingrid glared at Vallejo. Vallejo just smiled. The others said their good nights to Ingrid and Fillmore.
Great. Just great. I have to get stuck with someone I haven¡¯t talked to in years. Not to mention someone who cheated on me!
Ingrid silently screamed in her mind. She made sure not to look at Fillmore at all. She didn¡¯t want to have an awkward moment with the man that she hated. She tried her best not to ask him a question.
¡°We are not together.¡± Fillmore whispered.
¡°I got it when I was in the car Fillmore.¡± Ingrid said half-heartedly.
¡°I¡¯m telling the truth.¡± He firmly said.
¡°Okay.¡± Ingrid said.
¡°God Ingrid would you just believe me¡± Fillmore said frustrated.
¡°No.¡± Ingrid said.
¡°Why not¡± He asked.
¡°Well let¡¯s see. You kept something from me. You cheated on me. And not to mention you slept with HER¡± Ingrid exclaimed.
Fillmore stayed silent. Ingrid sighed.
¡°I don¡¯t care. I¡¯m going home and I can just start my life again. Away from this hell.¡± Ingrid said.
¡°You are not going home. Captain¡¯s orders.¡± Fillmore said.
¡°Is Vallejo trying to send me to an early grave¡± Ingrid whispered to herself.
The next few moments were filled with glares and just staring at other objects. Ingrid trying not to let go of the one thing that made her sane. Fillmore trying to not yell. Trying to keep his mouth shut. It was like Fillmore didn¡¯t want to embarrass himself. After an hour or so Ingrid fell asleep.
Why should I tell her. She wouldn¡¯t listen to me anyways. At least not after what happened. It was my fault.
Fillmore shook his head. He just laid those thoughts to rest. Not wanting to let go of one thing that was making not go off the deep end. He sighed. He looked at Ingrid¡¯s peaceful face. He just watched her. He watched her the whole night away.