Page 69 of Waiting to Lose
“I could tell you what she’s saying but that wouldn’t be right. You can probably guess.”
“She hates me.”
Rob pursed his lips and nodded as he sat in the chair next to Jake.
“She thinks I cheated on her and that I don’t love her. That I lied. That I lied about everything.”
As Jake slumped deeper into the chair, Rob pushed his fingers together to form a triangle as his forearms rested on his knees. He turned his head to look at Jake as he huffed. “Pretty much, but she doesn’t know the whole story. Did you hear back from the hospital?”
Jake shook his head no.
“I can pretty much tell you what they’re going to say.”
“What do you mean?”
“My guess is it was either Ketamine or GHB.”
“Ketamine? What’s that? How would you know?” Jake questioned.
“I learned about them after I got my license. They’re more commonly referred to as date-rape drugs.”
“Great. Are you telling me I was raped?”
“Probably not, but it was staged to look like you were having sex, for sure.”
Jake scratched his head. He rubbed his eyes under his glasses and sighed. “My life is really fucked up right now.”
“I’d have to agree.”
“What’s the word on Peter?” Jake asked.
“Not much. Still the same shit. He spends a lot of time on his laptop and smoking cigarettes.”
Rob’s phone buzzed, and he held his hand up to Jake as he took the call. Jake watched him warily. Rob nodded several times, saying yes, then no. “See if you can get her to Chicago. Yep. Get back to me.”
Jake straightened his posture. “Getwhoto Chicago?”
“They found Allison. Apparently she has a story to tell, but she won’t talk to anyone but you. She said it had to be you.”
Jake’s jaw clenched and his nostrils flared. His brows furrowed and his lips curled downward as he steamed, “Bring the bitch here.”
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