Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
While she slept safely in my arms I planned and plotted in my head. Branson is a small town, if they'd drugged her they had to get the shit from somewhere. And there was still the question of if she'd been drugged what had they used? Before I could think better of it I plucked out a strand of her hair and moving as quietly as I could without jarring her, opened my night table and got some tissue to wrap it in for safe keeping.
What was brewing in my chest was not good. If what I now beginning to suspect was true this town was about to reap hell on earth. I looked down at her little face, the tear tracks still evident. She'd lost weight, I hadn't noticed how much until now but feeling her body against mine I felt the difference. I kissed her forehead softly as I finally closed my eyes for some shuteye. Tomorrow I'll start looking for answers.
In the morning before she awakened I made a call to one of my marine buddies, he wasn't a SEAL but he would do.
"Garrett, Hearst, I need a solid bro."
"Hit me."
" I need you to run the diagnostics on something for me."
"What am I looking for?"
"GHB." That shit tasted foul on my tongue just saying it.
"Nasty stuff, what the fuck you got going on out there brother?"
"Not sure, but if I'm right people are gonna go missing in this burg."
"Uh, Dom…you wanna tell me what's going on?"
"I think somebody drugged my fucking wife while I was deployed."
"You...what? Was she...did they...fuck bro."
"No she wasn't raped it didn't get that far apparently thank fuck. There’s one more thing, she's pregnant what's the lasting effects of this shit on a baby?" I held my breath waiting for the blow. If this was true, any of it, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop myself from committing a crime.
"Not sure, but I think once it's out of the system she should be fine, how'd they give it to her?"
"She was drinking alcohol and she's a light weight as it is."
"Shit that's dangerous bro, people die from that shit, what the fuck?"
"I know, like I said I'm not sure I could be wrong but my gut's saying different."
"Okay I need a strand of her hair, put it in tissue seal it in a zip-lock bag and have it overnighted, I'll rush the test through and get back to you in a couple days sounds good?"
"Sounds good thanks bro.
"Always."
I hung up the phone and sat in contemplation, I won't say anything to her but I couldn't go on treating her like shit either and she'd want to know what made me change my mind. Before the rift we'd shared everything, she was my little buddy, my pal. This shit had stolen a lot from me and had I not been a dick the night before and headed down the mountain I might not have run into Donna and that skeeze, and wouldn't be thinking what I'm thinking now. Who knows how long I would've gone on believing the worst.
With Garret squared away my mind turned to who in this area or the next town over would be able to supply something like that and there was only one person I knew of that dealt in any kind of drug paraphernalia. I'm going to have to be slick though I couldn't just go around town asking people questions, I didn't want the culprit or culprits to know that I was on their scent. This sitting still was a pain in the ass but there wasn’t much I could do this early in the morning.
I tried to make sense of everything that was now on the table, the more I thought the angrier I became. If someone had drugged my fucking wife that shit was going to fuck with me even more than the kissing shit. I never wanted her to be that vulnerable. And what kind of fucked up world did we live in that someone would do that to an innocent young woman? Wasn’t it enough that I was risking life and limb to keep these fucks safe?
Whatever the case maybe, it looks like I’m going to have to come up with a plan and soon. With this new development there was no way I could look at her with contempt and scorn, no more reason for my blind anger. I’m glad for that but now this shit has put me in a fucked up position. The kiss was still sticking in my craw but if the circumstances weren’t what I had first believed, well then that put a whole new spin on things. I’m never gonna be okay with her kissing someone else no matter how it came about, and the fact still remains that had she listened to me she wouldn’t have put herself and my kid in danger. But I can’t fault her for getting lonely and hanging out with people she thought were her friends. Shit, she knows me too well for me to just change overnight without any kind of explanation. One thing was certain, I’d better handle this shit right this go around, my poor girl has been victimized enough as it is it looks like.