Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Gunner POV

I met Scrubs and Bluey in the kitchen when I was collecting a plate for us.

“Gunner, can you let Cora know that Jake and Sally–Anne are out of surgery, and it’s still touch and go? Father has contacted the morgue to collect the son, sorry stepson.” Scrubs mentioned a few more things before he touched my arm in sympathy.

“I will, she might have questions.” I bro–armed Scrubs, forearm to forearm, and gave one strong shake. Sometimes you pull the person in for a thump on the back, but that moment didn’t feel right to do that.

“Text me, I will come up, and so will Bluey.” Bluey hadn’t said much she was pale and red–eyed, making me wonder if she was upset in sympathy with Cora or something else.

“Will do, after dinner, I need to get a few mouthfuls into her.”

“Do that, she needs to keep eating, and stay strong.” Scrubs agreed and left with their plate of food. Bluey’s plate was not as full as usual, whereas Scrub’s plate was loaded up. I bet he missed finishing his lunch.

Cora was busy on her laptop when I returned. I placed the food on the table and went behind her. She has a spreadsheet open and is already filling in lists of names, dates, whether injured or killed, and where. I can’t believe that, through all she’s been

I

need to tell her to save and close though, Cora was still thinking of others and how to help. I didn’t

she was already saving her work.

“This looks good. Scones is a miracle worker in that kitchen of hers.” Cora dug into her food. I sighed in relief that I didn’t need to force her to eat thing.

We talked while we ate. I watched and listened as Cora talked about the spreadsheet, what she was looking for, and whether she could break it down into the areas that had been targeted most; maybe the shooters were holding up close by. Cora agreed with me that there was more than one shooter. She was going to search the different hospitals for any motor vehicle accidents, then break them down into those that were identified as tyre blowouts, and also get the IT guy to do something similar to the reports on the police internal system. These things have not gone public, like the ones the chief was hiding earlier. They are not sharing as they suggested. What Cora was doing would eliminate the need to ask the police, and we never know whether they would give us all the information, which would delay our investigation or

make it incomplete.

“Since I have a few days off, I will devote most of my time to collecting and correlating these reports and seeing if I can give you some positive locations to search for the shooters.” Cora was eager to do this.

“Is this to keep your mind off those two in the hospital? You’re not feeling guilty over it, are you?” I probed, searching her face for the truth.

“Not at all, as I said before. I do not feel responsible or guilty over their accident, or deep sorrow. I didn’t cause it, I didn’t ask them to come here, and push them to see me. I think I have spent nearly all the two

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months that I have been here, grieving the loss of my friends and stepbrother while they all lived. Am i sad and upset that it’s happened? Yes. Most definitely, the chance for forgiveness and possibly to fix the friendship was gone. Not that i was thinking of being their friend again. I wasn’t ready for that yet. But in time, I might have forgiven them; that opportunity has gone for Paul at least. Now I want to spend this time finding out who is doing this, so others don’t lose loved ones. I can’t do much for Sally–Anne or Jake till they wake up, and even then, it wouldn’t be much, as they have a long road to recovery, and their parents would want to move them as soon as they are well enough to move, to be closer to them.” Cora had thought this through. I knew she was wired differently from other girls I knew, not one selfish bone in her body, and by the sounds of it, she doesn’t hold a grudge; her distance from them was self–preservation, that she thought she could forgive and maybe be friends again, says a lot about her character.

“Want me to get Scrubs up here?”

“Yeah, want to know what he can get his hands on that I can’t?” I texted Scrubs, and less than five minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I opened it, stepping to one side, letting Scrubs and Bluey in.

“How are you holding out?” Scrubs asked as Bluey took a seat.

“Fine, have some questions.”

“Sure, fire away.” For the next fifteen minutes, Cora explained the spreadsheet and what she hoped it would show, and they discussed how Scrubs could get more information from the doctors‘ forum, where they often discuss things off the record and might talk about unexplained accidents.

“Bluey, what’s going on? Why have you withdrawn from me and given me the cold shoulder?” Cora asked. I

knew she would eventually. Cora doesn’t like being around that sort of tension, without knowing why.

“Bluey got her nose out of joint when I suggested that she should swap, for the next few months, as you settle in, you work well with me, and I wanted to ensure you had the best opportunity to run the shift with

ease. But Bluey took the I

Scrubs replied to Blue Suggestion the wrong way, and thought I had an interest in you other than work.”

Scrubs replied to Bluey, I guess they have had a few arguments about this.

“Bluey, I am in Gunner’s bed, and have no interest in Scrubs in that way. He is my senior and boss, and I

crubs would love to have some time working with him, but not in his bed. No offence, Scrubs, but Gunner more than satisfies my needs, and I am not looking to get that attention elsewhere.” When Cora said I was satisfying her needs in bed, my chest puffed up, my male ego got a boost, and I wanted to pull her into my arms and kiss her senseless.

But Bluey’s sad–voiced response stopped me.

“Forgive me, I felt threatened for the first time in my marriage. You are not just young and beautiful, but talented and threatening, not just my trust in my marriage, or, should I say, the confidence in myself to be enough for Scrubs, but at work, you breezed in, took over in less than an hour, to blow the roof off the building, with your natural flair and calm presence, the children, loved you, the waiting families, turned to you for comfort. I have never seen a nurse. To keep the patients ticking over, support the parents, and calm drunks, you made it look effortless, and I guess I felt jealous and threatened at the same time. When Scrubs said he wanted to spend time with you, I lost it completely.” Bluey looked embarrassed, admitting

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