Page 62 of Wild Card

“She’s probably second-guessing herself. A few more sessions won’t hurt, but you are technically fit to be released.”

“Then let’s do it.”

He nods, making a note on his tablet. “For what it’s worth, she sounded awful when she called in this morning.”

That’s the first time he’s mentioned her calling out. The receptionist informed me I’d be with Abe today, but he didn’t offer any explanation.

“Yeah? That’s too bad. Hope she feels better soon.”

His eyes slice sideways. “That’s how you want to play this?”

“Play what?”

“He thinks I’m stupid and blind, too,” he utters to himself. “Guess that wasn’t you who she was texting on Friday? And that wasn’t you watching to make sure Lucas got her home safely? I mean, you saw me for months after your first injury and never ordered in lunch for the clinic.”

We’re in murky territory. There’s no telling exactly how much he knows.

“I don’t want Willow to get into trouble.”

“She’s not in any danger of losing her position.”

“What about her reputation?”

“Has she done anything professionally questionable?“

“Fuck no.”

“Willow’s work, dedication, and proficiency speak for themselves. As does her stubborn streak. But that’s out of my wheelhouse. You’re on your own with that. I said as much to her.”

“Her time is up.”

“Not sure it’s that easy. She’s tough.”

“There’s no fun in easy. No reward either.”

He chuckles. “I know that firsthand. Maddie reminds me every day.”

“When’s the wedding?”

“End of summer. You gonna make it?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” I stand and offer my hand. “Thanks again.”

“I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

On my way out, I check the floor for Bex or Lucas with no luck.

My phone has no response from my text to Willow this morning.

I worked last night, and the last message she sent was around ten saying she was going to bed. No mention of feeling bad.

It crosses my mind that she may be laying low and taking a day off. But the thought flees quickly, knowing that’s not her style. The woman probably has never played hooky in her life.

Without another thought, I head to her house, calling once more with no answer.

Her car is in the drive and the blinds are slightly open. I knock lightly and listen for any sign of movement.

Nothing.

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