Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46

Gunner POV

Tomorrow, Cora will go to the hospital and start her first shift. Part of me was happy Cora had a distraction, away from the trouble that came to visit unexpectedly and unwanted, and the other part wished she had stayed here a bit longer and rested from the shock.

Bluey can come across a bit strong sometimes and push her opinions on others. I didn’t like her comments regarding the sss that Cora had sent out to so many people, but in a way, she was right; that sss will attract a lot of attention, some good, some not so good, and those with money and power might try to intimidate her.

Time will tell.

Cora more or less kicked me out of the house. While she left to unpack, I headed back out to give that bike a second look. I don’t think there’s anything left to find, but I am going to pull it completely apart before I am satisfied it has given up all its secrets. Oddball sent Dizzy and a few of the lads back out to the crash site to comb the area and try to find where the shooter had hidden in the bushes. He was hoping to find where the person may have sat for hours, hitting passing cars, trucks and bikes, because word is that Skink was not the first to be shot on that day. Two truck drivers complained of tyre blowouts. They limped into town on a blown tyre, shredded to bits, and three cars had bullet holes in the wheel arches, having missed the tyres. The police didn’t share that with us; our IT man hacked the police computers and found what the visiting officers failed to tell us. Just like I thought, they aren’t sharing all the information but expect us to.

Oddball has gone back down to the cells to talk to the shooter we have down there, also to take his photo for our IT guy to use. As part of his deeper search, the guy would have had to use a photo ID to register his guns, and if in a gun club, they would have a photo record, as they do for all their members; it’s a law in our state. If he’s in the system anywhere in the world, our guy will find him.

It took two hours to pull the bike apart completely; some parts were so mangled that they required considerable effort and muscle to undo the bolts. They were hidden behind bent metal, making it almost impossible to put a spanner on the bolts. No bullets or surprises, but this bike won’t be on the rebuild list, too much damage done to it. Hardly any part was salvageable.

I tagged the bike parts and placed them in boxes. In case the police decide they want to take another look at it, they did a bad job the first time, so they can’t see them coming back for a second go at it. We already did the job for them, and they still stiffed us. Yeah, not a lot of confidence in this new detective.

Done, I moved back inside to find Oddball still not back in his office. I moved to the kitchen, grabbed two coffees and two muffins, and headed upstairs to hunt down Cora.

“Dinner in an hour. Bring that girl down so I know she’s eating, and I want to ask if she wants to take a lunchbox. Bluey doesn’t, but then she enjoys the cafeteria food, where Cora might have a more refined palate.” Scones called out as I was leaving the kitchen.

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I want some time with her before she starts her first ten–hour shift. I know they are supposed to be eight hours, but I have yet to see Bluey do an eight–hour day; she rarely does less than ten a day, yet sometimes way more than that, depending on emergencies. Wintertime can be brutal with slippery roads around town, and the nearby mountains have some lovely, sharp bends that we motorcycle riders enjoy, but they’re not so good for trucks and cars alike.

The bedroom door was open, music filtering out, something rock, not heavy. When I reached my room, I looked inside. I changed my opinion, it’s no longer my room, more like Cora’s room because my masculine room smelled like a flower garden, and I had a fluffy white dog in the center of the bed, with orange eyes, black nails, and black on the tips of its fluffy ears. Flowers on the windowsill, and my girl sitting out on the balcony, looking out at the yard.

“Here.” I offered her the mug of coffee, which she readily took from me, taking a big sip and a sigh afterwards. I placed the muffins on the small table between the two chairs and took the other seat.

“Finished?” Cora asked, before picking up a muffin, breaking a piece off and popping it in her mouth.

“The bike I was pulling apart?” I asked because my day wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot.

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“Yeah, I suppose you had mentioned having to finish a bike, or something like that,” Cora answered, looking back out in the yard. Something caught her attention.

“Yes, that’s done. Tomorrow I will take you to work, then head to the bike shop. I haven’t been there for a few days. What time are you starting? Did Bluey say?” I hope it’s not six am; that time sucks. It’s still a bit cold in the mornings as winter looms, and Cora might not want to climb on a bike in the cold.

“Bluey said our shifts are eight till four thirty, but expect to stay later, as only those who work on the wards ever get to go home on time. If the place is as busy as Blues had been saying, I expect a twelve–hour day would be closer to normal.” I have to agree, Bluey puts in some long hours in the ED department.

“Call me when you are done, and I’ll come get you. I can work longer hours in the workshop; there’s always plenty to do there.” I was already thinking about the paperwork that would have stacked up in the office waiting for me. Take a few days off, and the in–box overflows, somehow, it all multiplies when I am not

looking.

“Sounds like a plan to me. I am looking forward to working again, too long away, and you lose your edge, and being new makes it that little bit more challenging.”

“Anyone give you grief, let me know, and I’ll sort them out.” My protective side is flaring up again.

“Doubt I will have trouble, Bluey will keep them on their toes,” she replied, deflating my ego with the mention of Bluey.

“That she will, but I was talking more about the man nurses and doctors that might be asking you out, fresh meat, they will be jumping to get in first. Even some of the patients might hit on you, too.” Hmm, some handsome men are working at the hospital, if what I hear the ladies in the club are talking about is anything to go by.

“Are you jealous already? I haven’t even started yet. Want me to tell you all about the handsome men might meet?” Cora was pulling my chain, getting a rise out of me, and I was biting.

“Can you blame me? You’re gorgeous “I huffed, pretending to be hurt at her teasing.

“Thank you.” Cora leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the lips, not nearly long enough to satisfy me.

“Scones wants to know if you want to take lunch with you. Bluey enjoys that hospital canteen, but Scones was under the impression you might want something a little healthier. Plus, I think she wants to add a few snacks, for when you spend longer hours, something more filling. Scones have taken a liking to you and wanted to spoil you.”

“I like Scones too; a cuddle from her reminds me of my mother.” I heard the sadness in Cora’s voice at the

mention of her mother.

“Want to talk about that?”

“Not much to tell,” Cora countered, and I watched her for a moment, deliberating whether to mention the

dream last night.

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“If your dream last night was anything to go on, I think there’s a lot to tell.” I softly said, hunting her face for

tears.

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