Page 37 of Green Ravens

“Hm?”

“I told you the scars make you hotter.”

Sawyer rolled his eyes, then kept walking.

Oakley made sure no one was around before he went in the other direction.

You can stick your fuckin’ head in the sand if you want, Sawyer. But I’m gonna do some investigating. I don’t trust these sneaky bastards.

Chief Styles Sawyer

Sawyer was so relaxed after the shot of morphine as he reclined on the low cot while Dr. Richards laid cool cloths across his right pec and shoulder.

His scalp and face felt much better after being cleaned and sprayed with a numbing agent.

“You got lucky, Chief Sawyer. These burns could’ve been far worse if it wasn’t for your uniform.”

The doctor’s touch was gentle and confident, but he still preferred someone else’s.

“Thank god for Oakley. He saved my life…more than once.”

“Sounds like you have hero worship.”

Sawyer opened his eyes and didn’t like what he saw.

Dr. Richards’s smile had darkened, and his eyes glimmered with deception.

Oakley’s suspicion was nudging the back of his mind.

“What kind of doctor are you, Dr. Richards?”

“I’m a medical geneticist.” He winked.

“Why would rainforest conservationists need a geneticist on staff?”

Dr. Richards slid his stool back and snapped off his latex gloves.

“I’m gonna let you get some rest, sailor.”

It didn’t get past him that the doctor wouldn’t answer his question.

“And when are you expecting those field guys to get back?”

“That all depends on the samples they collect.”

“What kind of samples?”

“I’ll come back and check on you soon.”

“Hey…hey, wait.”

The doctor didn’t turn around, and Sawyer was losing the battle to keep his eyes open.

He didn’t know how long he’d been asleep before strong arms gripped his shoulders and shook the shit out of him.

“Sawyer. Get up, get the fuck up.”

Fighting through the narcotic fog, Sawyer tried to open his eyes.

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