“Edward? A word?” he asked.
“Yeah?”
“I just got an email from Marcus and Eleazar regarding our
favorite trauma surgeon,” he said. “There’s been a formal investigation opened
on him stealing drugs from the locker.”
“Good,” I said coldly. “Did you know how much he took?”
“There six vials of saline solution masked as morphine and Percocet
plus ten demoral patches taken from the drug locker that were not prescribed,”
Carlisle said. “You and Alice are going to be meeting with Marcus and Eleazar
first thing Monday morning. As far as I’m concerned, Dr. Black is no longer a
member of our staff at Cook County. I do not trust him.”
“Me neither,” I said. “However, he got the locker key from
someone. He was denied access, Dad.”
“We’ll have to get him to point out his accomplice,” Carlisle
said, pursing his lips. “How is the question?”
“And you ponder that while I go run some errands,” I said as I
hopped up.
“Edward, you brought this accusation against Jacob,” Carlisle said
sternly.
“I know, Dad. But, I don’t have time to talk about it NOW. I’m not
working. Neither are you,” I said,
mimicking his voice. “I’ve got a big date to
plan and a girl that I want to spend my life with.”
“You’re proposing?” he asked, giving me a crooked grin.
“Not yet, but soon, Dad. I am ‘promising’ her that I will propose
with a promise ring. I have to get it cleaned
before our date on the Odyssey
tomorrow,” I explained.
“Okay,” he chuckled. “I’m glad that you and Bella have found each
other. She’s an amazing nurse and such a beautiful girl.”
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