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people do things they normally wouldn’t, was the same as if she said she didn’t believe Bo was innocent. Tears began to cloud Bo’s vision. He twisted his body free from his mother’s grasp, wiped his eyes then slumped against the kitchen wall till he was sitting on the tiled floor. Sliding to the floor in the manner he did, reminded Bo of the knife wound and the continued pain. He winced in pain then twisted his body so that he was more leaning than sitting.
The fire that had burned a house practically to the ground and took the life of two people he knew and loved dearly, had only been extinguished less than two days ago. But, in those two days, Bo felt his life and everything he loved about it, was falling down a deep and dark hole. “I don’t know. I don’t think I did any, but, honestly, I don’t remember.”
“Cocaine stays in a body for two to four days,” Nikkie said, as calmly as she could. “Let’s get over to your doctor right now, have him or her draw your blood, and find out if you have any cocaine in your system.”
“Why?” Bo said, still sitting on the floor. “What the hell difference does it make if I did coke or didn’t?”
“Because if you didn’t use cocaine the night of the fire,” Nikkie said, standing up, closing the lid of her laptop and collecting her rental car keys, “then your story that someone is setting you up gains a whole lot more credibility.”
Bo struggled to return to his feet, vocalizing his discomfort with guttural gasps. When he felt steady on his feet, he said, “And by the way, not that it matters, but my doctor’s name is Amanda. Dr. Amanda Jefferson.”
“Well,” Crown said, “at least you have the good sense to see a woman doctor. At least something I taught you stuck with you.”
From inside his front pocket, Bo’s cell phone began to ring. He pulled it out, glanced at the caller ID, and said, “It’s dad. I’ll take this in my office. Be right with you.”
With that, he slid his finger across the phone’s screen, said, “Hey dad,” then his voice trailed off as he walked towards his home office. Once he closed the room’s door behind me, Crown and Nikkie could hear nothing from Bo’s end of the conversation.
“I raised him better than this, you know?” Crown said, her eyes fixed on Nikkie’s. “The drinking, the drugs, he got that shit from his father.”
“Louis uses drugs?” Nikkie asked, surprised.
“Can’t say for certain, but I know he’s big into his high-ass end scotch. Makes a big fucking deal of it, like his idiocy of spending forty dollars for a glass of alcohol proves his success in life. As for drug use? I wouldn’t be surprised. When we were first married, we didn’t have two dimes to rub together, but once his practice picked up, shit if he wouldn’t have gotten into cocaine for the prestige of it all.”
“Not much prestige in burning the lining of your nose, I’d believe. Not that I’m suggesting anything about Louis, but, it wouldn’t surprise me. He seemed a little wired when Derek and I met with him yesterday. He had trouble paying attention to our conversation. Eyes always darting back and forth.”
“That’s a habit he picked up after we were divorced,” Crown said. “Pissed me right off when he’d show more interest in some bimbo’s ass than whatever conversation he and I were discussing. Could be coke, I don’t know. I’m more leaning to his distraction just fitting in with his whole ass-wipe persona.”
A few minutes after he had left the kitchen, Bo returned; his face brighter, his complexion ruddier. “Let’s get this over with. Time to pee in a cup,” he said quickly.
“Actually, Bo,” Nikkie said, “pretty sure it will be a blood test and not a pee-in-a-cup type of thing.”
“Then I guess I’m ready to bleed a little. Still not sure why this whole thing matters, but, at this point, I’ll do anything to clear my name.”
“One last thing,” Nikkie said. “You
The fire that had burned a house practically to the ground and took the life of two people he knew and loved dearly, had only been extinguished less than two days ago. But, in those two days, Bo felt his life and everything he loved about it, was falling down a deep and dark hole. “I don’t know. I don’t think I did any, but, honestly, I don’t remember.”
“Cocaine stays in a body for two to four days,” Nikkie said, as calmly as she could. “Let’s get over to your doctor right now, have him or her draw your blood, and find out if you have any cocaine in your system.”
“Why?” Bo said, still sitting on the floor. “What the hell difference does it make if I did coke or didn’t?”
“Because if you didn’t use cocaine the night of the fire,” Nikkie said, standing up, closing the lid of her laptop and collecting her rental car keys, “then your story that someone is setting you up gains a whole lot more credibility.”
Bo struggled to return to his feet, vocalizing his discomfort with guttural gasps. When he felt steady on his feet, he said, “And by the way, not that it matters, but my doctor’s name is Amanda. Dr. Amanda Jefferson.”
“Well,” Crown said, “at least you have the good sense to see a woman doctor. At least something I taught you stuck with you.”
From inside his front pocket, Bo’s cell phone began to ring. He pulled it out, glanced at the caller ID, and said, “It’s dad. I’ll take this in my office. Be right with you.”
With that, he slid his finger across the phone’s screen, said, “Hey dad,” then his voice trailed off as he walked towards his home office. Once he closed the room’s door behind me, Crown and Nikkie could hear nothing from Bo’s end of the conversation.
“I raised him better than this, you know?” Crown said, her eyes fixed on Nikkie’s. “The drinking, the drugs, he got that shit from his father.”
“Louis uses drugs?” Nikkie asked, surprised.
“Can’t say for certain, but I know he’s big into his high-ass end scotch. Makes a big fucking deal of it, like his idiocy of spending forty dollars for a glass of alcohol proves his success in life. As for drug use? I wouldn’t be surprised. When we were first married, we didn’t have two dimes to rub together, but once his practice picked up, shit if he wouldn’t have gotten into cocaine for the prestige of it all.”
“Not much prestige in burning the lining of your nose, I’d believe. Not that I’m suggesting anything about Louis, but, it wouldn’t surprise me. He seemed a little wired when Derek and I met with him yesterday. He had trouble paying attention to our conversation. Eyes always darting back and forth.”
“That’s a habit he picked up after we were divorced,” Crown said. “Pissed me right off when he’d show more interest in some bimbo’s ass than whatever conversation he and I were discussing. Could be coke, I don’t know. I’m more leaning to his distraction just fitting in with his whole ass-wipe persona.”
A few minutes after he had left the kitchen, Bo returned; his face brighter, his complexion ruddier. “Let’s get this over with. Time to pee in a cup,” he said quickly.
“Actually, Bo,” Nikkie said, “pretty sure it will be a blood test and not a pee-in-a-cup type of thing.”
“Then I guess I’m ready to bleed a little. Still not sure why this whole thing matters, but, at this point, I’ll do anything to clear my name.”
“One last thing,” Nikkie said. “You
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