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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
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Chapter 342 Chucky Got Found
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Chucky's eyes fluttered open as he was being loaded into the ambulance.
"I'll meet you at the hospital," Gemma called to him.
"Woof," Chucky replied in a weak, sad voice.
For all of his quirks and strangeness, Chucky was a reliable, punctual employee. When he was thirty minutes late, Gemma tried calling him. No answer. Fifteen minutes later, Gemma headed over to his apartment to check on him. After getting no response to her knock, she peeked in the windows. That's when she saw him from the kitchen window sprawled on the floor of his apartment and immediately called 911.
The hospital held him for a few hours to monitor his concussion. He had some contusions and cracked ribs. They were painful injuries but they would heal on their own.
David Hale came by in his capacity as Deputy Police Chief to take a report. Normally, he wouldn't handle a simple assault case, but since Chucky had an MC connection he wanted to personally handle the case.
Chucky knew how to talk to law enforcement. He told Hale the truth—up to a point—someone put a bag over his head, forced him inside his apartment and beat him. He made no mention of the questions the man had asked about the MC. Chucky told Hale the man told him that he didn't like his kind in the neighborhood. Chucky speculated that the man didn't like it that sometimes he acted like a dog. It was a classic hate crime, he told Hale.
Hale knew that he wouldn't get any useful information out of Chucky, but he had to try. There was always a chance—a very slim chance—that Chucky would make a slip and actually give him some useful information.
Chucky hadn't made a slip. He'd provided no useful information to him. This was going to end up being an unsolved assault. Even if by some miracle he found the assailant, Chucky wouldn't press charges. The MC would hand out their own form of punishment.
"Woof!" Hale said under his breath and chuckled as he left the hospital.