Chapter 59

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Hey guys,

So what does everyone think about the huge time jump?

I for one am having a lot fun writing. Sure writing in the year 2028 is very difficult because God knows what the hell that's going to be like, but I'm just having a lot of fun writing a mature vision to my favourite characters.

I'm also attempting to put at least one flashback in each chapter to try and catch y'all up on Isla's life.

I hope you guys enjoy what's coming next.

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"Mills" his smooth voice greets. "I thought you were playing hookie in Manhattan"

"Change in plans" I say simply.

"Freddy keeps getting calls from your guy" Deacon informs "will you just call him....My office is not a marriage counseling service"

I nod "Yes I am aware Sir"

"The whole squad knows about your legal troubles-" I cut to the chase.

Deacon promised to keep me posted, and that's all that I'm willing to discuss with him right now.

"Will ya just cut to the chase deacon, how's my girl?" I beg as walking through hospital halls with my cell pressed against my ear.

"She's still in custody" he admits.

"For fuck sake, they should have been processing her release as soon as I got a confession" I cry "she's innocent"

"They think she may have been an accomplice" Deacon announces. "She's going to need the best damn lawyers the courts have ever seen"

I face palm. This is going to be a long ride.

"I'm working on it" I sigh "Tell her....tell her that Isla is sober....and we're only a few moves away from check mate" with that I end the call.

My eyes scan the name on the door.

Dr Thomas J Orton. Oncologist.

I inhale deeply, allowing the cool air to fill my lungs before quickly exhaling.

Here goes nothing.

I tap my knuckles against the door before entering the office. Immediately, he turns his head to meet my gaze. He's all grown up now. Little Tommy Orton who used to beg the school nurse for condoms is now one of the head Oncologists at John Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. 

He twists his head back to his laptop.

"So I'm in the middle of cross referencing medical files to see if I can find any matches to the medical history that you have described" he turns his head away from me, facing his laptop. "Something like this would normally be the job for an assistant but Elijah stressed the sensitivity of these files."

He can't even look at me. We were so close. I was the one you screamed at him when he needed it, and dragged him to his first AA meeting. I was the one who cared when everyone else told me to just leave well enough alone.

"Tommy" I soften my gaze.

"It's Doctor Thomas J Orten" he corrects, typing aggressively.

I smile at his words "Ten years ago I would have made fun of you for such a fantasy title"

"Ten years ago I was calling you by the wrong name" he retorts in a calm tone.

Fair enough, but they can't be mad at me for lying to them. It's not like I had a choice.

"Touché" I nod, taking a seat beside him silently.

I lean towards the laptop, taking a closer look.

"Don't touch the computer" he warns.

I nod to myself. Suddenly my phone begins buzzing.

"Yeah" I press my cell against my ear.

"You boarded a flight to Baltimore, really?" He barks.

I roll my eyes. Can't this guy just leave me alone?

"Mr fuller how can I help you?" I fake a smile.

"Isla, if you just sign the papers, this whole thing goes away" Mr Fuller begged. "You'll never hear from me again."

There's no way in hell I'm signing the papers.

"How is it that you are able to find my location so damn fast?" I raise a brow.

Fuller sighs.

"Your husbands a P.I, Isla" he reminds me.

"Right, how could I possibly forget?" I roll my eyes.

"My associate will be there within the next twenty four hours so will you stay put?" He asks.

The clock is ticking and I'm running out of time. I still have many stops to make.

"Goodbye Mr Fuller" I end call, leaning back in the chair.

"....I'm sorry about your daughter" Tommy says quietly, "it says here that she died from a Pneumothorax"

I dug into Lexi's records years ago. I just had to know what happened to her.

I sigh "Her lungs collapsed suddenly at two months old" I nod slowly ".....I'm sorry about Willow"

My husband's a P.I. I've been keeping tabs on all my friends for years. Willow was someone that wasn't as fortunate as her friends.

"Car accident six years ago...they had to fly her remains back to San Francisco" Tommy says simply.

I pause in confusion. Now that's new.

"What do you mean?" I furrow my brows "I thought she died in San Francisco?"

"No" Tommy shakes his head slowly, keeping his eyes on the screen "she was in New York"

My heart sinks.

"Did you say New York? What was she doing in New York six years ago?" My voice is now filled with fear.

Tommy shoots me a blank expression "well after her dad died from a heart attack in 2022...She decided to look for her biological father, what's wrong?"

Johnathan Banks. He is dead set not being found so he murdered his only daughter and made it look like an accident. I can't say I'm surprised, I guess I just hoped that there would be a limit to his recklessness.

Tommy's job is to find Brandon, Hank, and Thomas. Kyle's job is to handle everything related to Johnathan Banks.

I can't mix up their jobs. They both have one job and one job only.

"Nothing" I shake my head violently. "I'm going to get myself some coffee"

I stand up quickly as walking through the halls.

Willow was getting close. Too close. She died trying to locate her biological father. I should have warned her who that man was. Why didn't I warn her? I guess it was out of fear. But now I need to warn Kyle, before it's too late. He needs to know exactly what he's about to get himself into.


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