I ignored him, walking toward the back door. Then my phone rang and I snatched it up, worried it might be about Bridgette.
"Miss Travis? This is Doctor Elliot. We got the results back from your MRI."
"Oh." I'd forgotten about that.
"It's not as bad as we thought. You have some mild swelling, which is to be expected, and I'd like you to stay on the medication we prescribed. It's important you're not alone right now. Do you have someone to stay with?"
"Yes," I lied.
"Good. Please come in next week for a follow-up and, in the meantime, stay on your medication, stay with someone who can monitor you if your condition worsens and try to avoid unnecessary stress."
Ash raised an eyebrow. "Who was that?"
I told him.
He stuck his hands in his jean pockets and stared out the back window. "You'll move in with me."
Detective Gray approached from behind. "I think that's a good idea."
"Do I get a say in this?" I put on a rebellious front, but the fight wasn't in me. Truth be told, I didn't want to go back to our dorms alone, wondering where Brig was and what was happening to her. I didn't want to be alone, and I couldn't stay with the Beaumonts, especially not with the angry looks they kept throwing at me from across the room as if they thought this was my fault. They had told the police we'd been fighting. Why would they say that unless they believed I was guilty of something?
Ash shook his head. "Nope. We'll get your stuff once we leave here, and you can move in tonight. I've already had a spare key made."
It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.
He smiled and pulled me to him. "Is it wrong that I loved having you in my bed so much I fantasized about having you every night?"
That he'd been thinking about me like that made me tingle. Even at a time like this.
Ash approached the detectives who were now conferring in hushed voices in the kitchen as Mrs. Beaumont served coffee to everyone. "Is it okay if I get Catelyn out of here? She needs to rest."
They nodded and Detective Clark approached me. "Miss Travis, please don't leave the area. We'll need you to stay in touch as the investigation progresses. Is there anything else you want to tell me about what happened between you and Miss Beaumont before you claim to have left?"
"Before I claim to have left? Can't you send someone to the impound lot to check my story out? Why do you think I would have something to do with this? She's my best friend." My voice grew louder, my control over my temper growing weaker.
Ash put a hand on my shoulder. "No one thinks you did anything wrong, sweetheart."
He handed a card to the detective. "If you need anything else from Miss Travis, please contact my attorney."
For the third time that day I watched the familiar streets flash past the window as we drove back to Boston. Ash and I were headed to my dorms to pack up the rest of my belongings. Once there, I couldn't help but stare at Bridgette's side of the room as Ash made trip after trip to his car with my stuff in tow. "You just sit here and let me handle this," he said. "Doctor's orders."
So I did, my mind churning over the possibilities of what would happen to Bridgette now, of what would happen to me. I'd have to take the bus to school every day, now that I'd be living off campus. That wasn't so bad. The headaches, though, were bad.
When we got to Ash's house, a bald man was waiting for us on the front porch. He had a familiar face, and a black rose tattoo on his neck.
Ash shook his hand and introduced him to me. "This is Jim. I asked him to meet us here so he could help figure out what happened with Bridgette."
Ash opened the door, letting us both in, and left to ask Mrs. Brown to make us coffee.
"You're the guy I saw by Lucky's kiosk," I said, finally placing Jim's face. "How do you know Ash?"
Jim shrugged and looked to Ash who came to sit next to me, his hand resting on my knee as Mrs. Brown served the coffee with muffins that smelled freshly baked. "This is the private investigator I'd hired to track you down," Ash confessed.
A shiver went up my spine. How long had this guy been following me, and how much did he know?
Chapter Thirteen
Mental Health
AFTER I TOLD Jim what happened with Bridgette, he left, and Ash cleared out space in his drawers and closets for me and made space in the bathroom for my toiletries. I drifted, dreamlike, through the unpacking, the surrealness of it all clouding my senses. I couldn't believe I actually lived with Ash now. "What happens when this is over?" I asked.
"When what's over?" He looked up from moving shoes around in the closet.
"When Bridgette is found and things go back to normal." Because I had to believe that, didn't I?