Page 63 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
My brows shoot up as she spots me, seemingly uncaring about her state of disarray. “Oh, Jo! How are you, Sweetie?”
“Jo?” Fuzzy’s gruff voice calls out from behind Helaena, and then he’s coming around the same corner, adjusting his belt.
I can’t say I’m surprised. Fuzzy is…well he’s really fuzzy and gruff, but he’s not a bad looking guy, and Helaena is beautiful. Plus they’re probably the only two employees I completely trust around here.
“Really, you guys?” I wrinkle my nose. “In the kitchen?”
Fuzzy barks a laugh while Helaena flushes pink. “We…we would appreciate your discretion.”
I wave her off. “It’s none of my business.” Then I turn to Fuzzy. “I need to ask you about somethin’…sensitive.”
Fuzzy takes a minute to check the rest of the kitchen for anyone lurking, then crosses his arms, nodding at me. “Go on.”
I take Turnip out of my pocket to let her sniff around for bugs. Fuzzy’s mouth gapes open. “Is that—”
“Yes, it’s a rat. She’s not dirty, she’s just checkin’ for bugs.” I roll my eyes, then add, “The listenin’ kind.”
Fuzzy and Helaena watch in awe as Turnip returns to me, not finding anything. When I turn towards them, I realize I don’t know if I should speak yet.
“Um…” My eyes dart to Helaena. I mean, I trust her, but this seems like information that should stay between people who know Declan.
“She’s good.” Fuzzy says, waving me on. “Declan is using her as an informant now.”
My brows shoot up. That’s…unexpected. “Well, I need somethin’ from Dec. Somethin’ that will knock out an alpha…maybe two-thirty pounds?”
Fuzzy is shaking his head. “Sorry kid. I can’t help you there. I don’t have any way to get contraband in or out. I’m here specifically—” he catches himself and shakes his head. “Well, let’s just say I’m observingonly.”
Dammit. I really thought Fuzzy would be able to help.
“I might…” Helaena starts, then clears her throat. “I might be able to help. I mean, I have access to all the typical patient drugs.”
My brows shoot up. “You’d help me?”
She nods once, her eyes hardening in determination. “Yes. And I know just what you need.”
My stomach flips in excitement. “That’s great! Just—” I wince, “make sure it’s not the same stuff you gave me to ‘calm me down’ when I first got here. It didnotwork.”
“Oh,” she lets out a little laugh and covers her mouth, “that’s because it wasn’t the medication. It was a saline solution.”
A small sound of disbelief escapes me. “Did youwantme to attack Banesworth?” I ask on a laugh.
“Maybe a little bit.” She holds her thumb and pointer finger an inch apart. Shit, I liked Helaena before, but I like her a whole lot more now. Then she turns back to business. “When do you need it by?”
She doesn’t ask me what it’s for, or why I need it, which I appreciate. “Just…by the fights on Saturday.”
Helaena purses her lips. “Okay. Just…come to me an hour or so before the fights, and say you don’t feel well. Brooks will tell me to give you whatever is needed to get you in that ring. I’ll give it to you then.”
“Can, uh...can we make sure the syringe is small enough to fit in Turnip’s mouth? I’m gonna need her to hold it while I’m fightin’.” It’s not a fool-proof plan, but it’s all I got right now.
“What about your boys?” Fuzzy asks, crossing his arms. “I’m sure they’ll help you with whatever you need.” My heart warms at him referring to them as “my boys”.
I shake my head. “This can’t come back to them. I can’t risk it. I’ve done this before, I know how to not get found out.”
“So it’s true?” Helaena asks, her voice turning to a hushed whisper. “They really only caught you because you left clues leading back to you?”
I give her a nod. “Every single one. I never woulda been caught if I didn’t wanna be. I learned from the best.”
“So someone is getting…” she looks around the room again before leaning in close and whispering even quieter, “murdered?”
