In and Out of Love-Chapter 8
By MyNameIsCAL
Iggy was home when we got there. He had food waiting for us. I suddenly realized how hungry I was. Hospital food wasn't very filling, at least not for us. The hospital had tried to accommodate my needs, but half time Max ended up getting me extra food from the cafeteria.
"You're lucky I don't set the apartment on fire or something," he joked. "Then again, I'm sure Max could."
Max rolled her eyes as Iggy started to laugh. We sat down at the table. My leg ached and all I had done was walk to the elevator from the car.
Lunch was burgers and fries. Iggy just happened to make the best burger and fries you could ever get. Then again, he made some of the best food. If only he wasn't blind. I'm sure he would have opened a restaurant if he could see. He would have been off to bigger and better things if Itex hadn't screwed him up. Sometimes I felt bad for the poor guy, but he seemed content with where he was, unlike me. Maybe I needed to be more like him.
We didn't go out much over the next few days. Carter would stop by and update us on how it was going with the investigation, but mostly I think he wanted to see Max. And I didn't blame him. I'd take every chance I had to see Max.
"The news station is cooperating," Carter told us as Iggy served him coffee. "They don't want to be part of this. George hasn't been on the news in a while either."
"They haven't even reported on it since the accident," I said.
George nodded, sipping his coffee. "Maybe they already knew something was up with this. They searched George's office today. Then they brought him in to be questioned."
I stretched out my leg. "George is going to fight us."
"How do you know?" Carter asked.
"Because George doesn't know what's good for him. He only knows what he wants and what he believes in," I answered.
There's a silence that filled the room. Even Max knew I was right.
I had been lying in bed for hours now, awake staring at the ceiling, when Max crawled into bed next to me. It was almost midnight now.
"You should sleep." I guess my fake sleeping didn't fool her.
I moved a little closer to her. "You should too."
She wrapped her arms around me. "Goodnight, Fang."
"Night, Max."
I slid my arm under hers and closed my eyes, trying to get lost in her smell.
Carter was in the kitchen when I limped in. Iggy had coffee already. Max pulled out a chair for me and I sat down, stiffly. The news was on. The sheriff was making an announcement.
"It's officially a case now," Carter explained to me. "And there's enough evidence against George. They arrested him last night."
Iggy placed coffee on the table and Max pushed it towards me. Iggy knew exactly how we liked our coffee. He amazed me, in so many ways. I couldn't even make my own coffee.
"You gotta keep the media away from us," Max said. That hadn't even been the first thing I had thought about when carter had said that. I was just glad that George was getting what he deserved.
"I know, but this whole thing is going to be very public," Carter said.
"I don't want to talk to them," I said, trying to back up Max. "We don't need to draw any attention to ourselves. We managed to bring down Itex and stay out of the media. I'm sure we can get out without that being connected."
Carter frowned.
"What?" I snapped.
"They will connect you to it," Carter answered. "It's inevitable."
He was probably right.
"Don't talk to the media. Don't go out too much," Carter suggested. "You can't stay here forever. Just keep to yourselves. Nothing attention causing."
I sighed.
"Well what did you expect?" Carter frowned.
He was getting on my nerves. My temper was building up and I suppressed it, concentrating on my coffee.
"You act like this was gonna be easy or something," Carter continued. "I mean, Jesus, if you wanna see George get taken down you better be able to handle a little media."
I ignored him, squeezing my mug tighter.
"Fang…" Max whispered, making eye contact with me.
"I mean it's going to be like this for a while. Even after we bag George, the media will still want to hear about you…"
"Carter, shut up," Max said.
He raised an eyebrow.
"I think it's time you leave," Iggy said, turning off the TV. "We have things to attend to."
"Oh, I didn't mean to impose," Carter said.
"Just call before you come next time," Iggy answered.
Carter headed out the door, closing it quietly behind him. Iggy rolled his eyes and sat down at the table, turning the TV on to CNN instead of the local news. I put my mug down, realizing I was about to break it.
"Chill out, Man," Iggy said, as if he could see me.
"Sorry," I heard myself whisper. It was more directed to Max.
She shrugged. "You're mad at George. I get it. You just don't want more of a mess."
I nodded. Thank you, Max, for understanding me.
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