It was nearing early morning and Bryan had stayed at the hospital throughout the night.
Her mother and Dennis having disappeared for several hours were now back and smelling of alcohol.
Outside her hospital room a police officer was standing watch. Even Wilson knew this hit and run was intentional.
“I want to go home. I’m just sore from being forced into the steering wheel,” Miranda started to get up but obviously was still a bit shaky.
“I’ll take you.” All three responded at the same time.
“The police have more questions about the accident, so I’ll take you home.”
Dennis and Lillian glared at him. They were clearly up to something. It wasn’t so much what they said, but their behavior said a lot. It was looks between each of them, the smell of alcohol, and her mother being unusually nice to her.
Getting into Bryan’s unmarked police car Miranda wanted to know, “Have you found out who hit us and where is my van? Is Emma okay?”
“Emma is fine. Your van is dead. It’s been towed to the police vehicle compound. We know who hit you and they’ve been arrested. High and drunk, a couple from Albuquerque decided you and Emma were the Zoo murderers thanks to the senators’ insinuations.
“Why were my mother and Dennis together? They acted pretty weird when you said you would drive me home.”
“Not sure,” Bryan replied.
Oh dear, I think your mother and Dennis may be up to no good, Agatha implied as nice as possible.
I definitely wouldn’t trust them. You know your mother with men. Need I say anymore, Raymond added.
Unless you want to get killed you better tell Bryan everything. Sherlock shouted.
Miranda, fell asleep in the car, leaned her head on Bryan’s shoulder and asked him, “What did Inspector Clouseau want? I think he was talking to me. He kept trying to tell me something about numbers.” The pain medicine was making her sleepy…and a bit goofy.
Bryan broke out laughing. Putting his arm around he, he wanted to kiss her, well that and more. He was crazy about her. “Let me get you home and to bed…sorry without me,” he whispered.