Chapter Twelve
“Excuse me, Dr. Hawkins. Can we speak with you?” Two police officers stopped her in the hallway of the clinic. Ella had her hands full of supplies she had planned to stock the supply closet with.
“What about?” she asked, walking away from them.
“Ryker Dennison.”
She stopped and turned toward them. “What do you want to know?”
“He was stabbed nearly a week ago. We knew you were there but we do not have an official statement from you about the incident.”
Ella walked to the closet and set the items on a table nearby. “What do you want to know?”
“Just your version of what happened.”
“It was an accident.”
“Accident?”
“Yeah. Accident.” She glanced between the two officers. “Anything else?”
“Uh, can you elaborate?”
She took a deep breath. “Look, I have work to do and you’re disturbing that. No crime was committed, if that’s what you’re looking for. It was an accident.”
“Who stabbed him?”
“He stabbed himself.”
“Attempted suicide?”
“No, not at all. It was just an accident.” Ella glanced over at her boss. “If that is all…”
“Yeah. Sure.” The two police officers turned and left.
She took a deep breath and unlocked the closet. She knew her boss would ask about the visit. Ryker would also not be too happy about it.
Her phone rang, saving her from a second interrogation. She answered it, holding it between her shoulder and ear, while she stocked the closet.
“Hello?”
“Hey, sweetheart.” It was her father.
“Hey.”
“Can you talk?”
“For a minute.”
“Your mother wanted me to invite you and Ryker over for dinner tonight.”
“Yeah, he told me you stopped by to invite us the other night.”
“So can you make it?”
“Yeah. We’ll be there.”
“Good.”