When my eyes finally open, its nearly 3 PM. I slept all last night and nearly all day today. I sigh loudly in realization and rub the sleep out of my eyes. I can already feel the anxiety settling in the back of my mind as I get in the shower. I haven’t been to therapy for so long, I don’t know how I feel about spilling all my deepest secrets to someone who I’m not familiar with. Honestly, the only person I’ve ever spilled some of my secrets to is Lukas, and look where that got me.
I’m not saying it’s a bad thing that Lukas knows some of my past, but I’m afraid that something is going to come back and bite me in the ass. I change into comfortable pajamas and join Carol in the living room. She looks bitter as always and gives me a look when I sit down on the couch next to her.
“You just woke up to take a shower and then change right back into pajamas? It’s almost 4.”
“Yeah, it’s cold in here and I’m planning on making some kind of fancy dinner tonight, are you feeling sushi? I’m feeling sushi,” I flick through the channels and stop on Law and Order: Special Victims Unit; one of my favorite television shows.
“Gianna, you think sushi is fancy? Oysters are fancy, not sushi.”
“Actually, if you search it on the internet, sushi is a fancy dish. If it’s made right,” I pull the evidence up on my phone and show it to her, “See it says gourmet,” She glances at it and returns to watching tv, her expression not changing in the slightest.
The room falls silent and the only sound is the show. My phone buzzes in my hands and its a text from Lukas.
Adrian and I are gonna be back in Chicago in a few hours. There was a...situation.
I reply as quick as the text came:
Are you guys ok? What about Madeline and Mason?
My phone buzzes again:
They’re gonna stay here the rest of the week, it’s too long to explain over text. I’ll tell you when we get home.
I set my phone down and look over at Carol, “Can you order something in instead? I think I need some fake Chinese food.”
“What’s your problem?” Carol asks as she dials a Chinese restaurant.
“This whole case thing is finally getting to me, how come they only charged me with one murder if they accused me of 27?”
“They’re taking you to trial for the murder they have the most evidence for and once that is proven true, they’ll try you with the other 26. The DA is smart like that,” Carol says definitively, “But I’m not allowed to discuss the case with you, so pretend I never said that.”
I nod and bite the inside of my cheek to keep the stinging tears from falling. What happened in New York that was such a problem? Adrian and Lukas have to come home early because of a “situation” that went on.
The TV continues playing Law and Order until our Chinese arrives. Carol checks the bag like she always does and then hands me my box of food. We begin eating as we watch Criminal Minds.
All of these shows always remind me of how much I want to be a detective. I want to be one for the internal affairs bureau. They sound like a bunch of hard asses and I think I could definitely pull that off.
“Your psych eval is tomorrow and then once your doctor has the documents ready, the court date will be arranged. It could take days to weeks to months for all of this to finally go to trial, so don’t hold your breath for too long,” I nod at Carol’s words and take a bite of my spicy orange chicken, “I’m not coming with you tomorrow either, the court has advised I only stay with you at home and accompany you sometimes in court.”
“Okay, I guess that’s fine. Am I going to be investigated anymore? By the FBI I mean? Those guys are the real deal,” I slurp on my chow mein and she grimaces.
Carol even scoffs at my words, “The real deal,” she mumbles, “I can’t talk about the case with you Gianna. Don’t make me say it again.”
“Fine,” I defensively scoot across the couch until I’m touching the opposite end of her, “Don’t have to be mean about it,” I grumble, shoving rice into my mouth.
My phone buzzes and its a text from Sage:
Hey! I just wanted to say that I might be coming to visit Monday if I have time... I’m guessing you’re bored at your house all alone since the boys left?
I text back:
I might be gone all day on Monday but I’ll text you when I get home and yeah the boys left.
She responds in minutes:
Do you know why they would leave in such a hurry?
I furrow my eyebrows at the weird text, couldn’t she just call Adrian and ask him?
I don’t know why all I know is that they’re gone for the week.
I put my phone down and ignore it when it buzzes one too many times.
“Aren’t you gonna answer that?” Carol looks at my phone that’s buzzing out of control, “it’s obnoxious.”
“No,” I eye it suspiciously and pick it up, “I have to go to the bathroom.” I leave Carol in the living room with the TV still going and I enter my restroom.
Cautiously, I turn on the sink and pop the back off my phone. Nothing looks suspicious but when I remove the battery, the inside of my phone has a wire attached to it. I rip it off and flush it down the toilet.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I close the toilet lid and sit down, trying to catch my breath. Sage gave me a bugged phone, Adrian gave me a bugged phone. Do the police know what they have been doing? Are they taking a plea and by framing me they’re getting off the hook?
What am I going to do? I’m fucked if the FBI knows about Mason’s snooping and reporting to me. We’ll all go down for it. They’ll have no mercy on us. We may have not broken the law before, but we have now and I have to take care of it.