Page 17 of Chaotic Curse

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I take the elevator down, walk toward the exit, glancing around.Maybe Daniela is still here.

But I don’t see her, so I leave the hospital and walk to my truck.

Fuck, where did I park?

Shit.

I gave it to the valet.

I walk back, grab my ticket and a ten-dollar bill, hand them to the attendant.

A few minutes later my truck pulls up.I get in, but where the hell am I going?

I can’t leave the hospital.Not yet.

I find a parking spot in the visitor lot and just sit.

I check my phone for texts and calls.Never again will I ignore my phone.

Then I get out of my car, wishing I had a cigarette or something.

I haven’t smoked since I was eighteen, but I’d do anything right now to relax.

I get out, pace around my truck, and then I notice through the window into the back seat?—

“Fuck, no!”I yell out loud.

I open the back door.

The cocaine.The trash bag full of cocaine from when Eagle and I were trying to dig up the body of Diego Vega.

The body wasn’t there.

But the drugs were.

Except one bag is open, sitting on the back seat, along with powder.

Last night…

Last night when I didn’t answer my door.

I already figured out it must’ve been Eagle, but then… Why didn’t I dispose of that cocaine?

I was too involved with Daniela.With taking care of her.With trying to figure out who’s threatening her and then getting her in my bed.

I meant to get rid of the cocaine.God, a cop could’ve stopped me, and I could have gone to prison for possession.

And that would’ve been preferable to what actually happened.

Eagle.

Eagle saw it.In a moment of vulnerability, when I was ignoring him.

Couldn’t resist…

How did he get into my truck without breaking a window?

And it hits me.

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