Page 36 of Property of Gray
“Okay.” I roll my eyes. “What can I do for you, Sherrif?”
“I’m at the hospital.”
My heart sinks. “It’s not Grannie Mags, is it?” I check the time.
“No, she’s fine. I saw her at the diner in town about an hour ago. She was having supper with Mr. Sullivan.”
“Oh. Good. Did Dirty do something to revoke his parole already?”
“I’d tell you why I’m calling if you’d stop asking questions.”
“Right. Sorry.”
“I need you to come to the hospital. There’s a woman from California here who claims she’s a friend of yours.”
“Jessika,” I mutter, confused. “I’ll be right there.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course.”
“Thanks for coming.”
“Of course. Is she okay? What’s going on?”
“I was hoping you could answer that.”
“She was found near the lake. Says she had an argument with a friend named Gabbie. Do you know this Gabbie?”
“She hangs around the clubhouse sometimes. You know the type.”
“Do you have a phone number for her or a last name?”
“Is Jessika in trouble?”
“No. I’m just trying to corroborate her story.”
“I’ll talk to her and find out what’s going on.”
“Right,” he mutters. “I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever you need, Sherrif.” I grin at him, and he sighs.
The second he’s gone, I call Woods.
“So, hey I’m at the hospital with Jessika. She gave Fletcher some story about Gabbie taking off and leaving her stranded out by the lake.”
“I’m on my way,” he grumbles.
“Girl, what the hell happened to you? You look like you got into a fight with a tree and got smacked by every branch.”
“Long story.”
“Woods will be here soon. What were you doing with Gabbie of all people?”
“We were supposed to go shopping and ended up at some hunting cabin to buy weed.”
“I mean that sounds like something stupid Gabbie would do,” I tell her, but there’s a lot of gaps in her story that don’t make sense.
