Chopew 23

I awoke hours later to the sound of voices in the kitchen. I shuffled myself into a sitting position and looked over to see Amelia with Logan. Logan’s face was filled with anger. I could see Amelia looked apologetic. I stood slowly and staggered over to them.

“Leah, you should be resting.” Logan rushed around the kitchen island and to my side.

“I need to stretch out; I’ve spent the best part of a week on my ass.”

I could see Amelia was trying to stifle a laugh at my forwardness.

“Is there any news?” I asked.

I saw a look cross between Logan and Amelia.

“Don’t,” Logan snapped at her.

“She has a right to know, Logan.”

“A right to know what?” I asked.

Amelia went to open her mouth to answer, but Logan snapped again.

“She’s only just out of the hospital. Now is NOT the time.”

I shot Logan a look, “Tell me.” I begged.

“Leah, please.” He pleaded in return.

“Fine, Amelia.” I turned to look at her hoping she would ignore Logan and answer me.

Amelia offered a seat at the table. I gladly accepted. She looked at Logan once more. I was unsure whether it was for guidance or in guilt.

“If you don’t tell her Logan, then I will.”

I slammed my hand in frustration onto the table. My palm twitched with pins and needles. I surpassed myself at the burst of strength and the echo of the noise as it filtered through the apartment.

“Will someone just tell me what the hell is going on!” I snapped.

Logan sighed heavily and nodded towards Amelia. He took up a position, leaning his back against the kitchen island with arms crossed. Amelia took a seat in front of him at the table opposite me.

“One of your attackers finally talked.”

My heart sank and suddenly I felt sick. I watched them both carefully, waiting to see who would continue. This was the moment, finally things would make sense. But the look on their faces told me this was going to be bad somehow.

It was Amelia that spoke, “They were both offered a deal for more information as we were struggling with the case. We had all the evidence but the one thing we all wanted, the one thing that we could not figure out was...” She looked over her shoulder at Logan and back to me.

I knew the answer, “Why me?”

“Yes. We could not figure it out. The attack seemed personal, but we could not find a link between them and you. The assistant district attorney (ADA) decided to offer them both a deal.”

“What was the deal?”

“If they talked and told us why, then they would get a reduced sentence.”

“Which one talked?”

“Leah, when you were tied down, you said one of them seemed to not want any part of it.”

“Yes, one of them seemed to have second thoughts.”

“He was the one that talked to me. He offered us a name of who had hired them.”

“They were hired?” I looked confused at Logan.

“Yes, they were hired to kill Laura Harrison.”

I blinked even more confusedly. “Who is Laura Harrison?”

“She is the daughter of a mob boss. It was all gang related but somewhere along the way there was a mix-up and when someone passed information over your name was mixed up with Laura’s. It was all a case of mistaken identity.”

I felt the colour drain from my face. I felt sick start to churn up inside my stomach. I ran to the sink and threw up. Logans hand was on my back making small comforting circles. I wiped my mouth and held onto the sink for support.

“It was never supposed to be me?” I whispered with my head hung low.

“No, Leah.” Logans voice was low.

I could tell he didn’t want to tell me, not yet anyway. I turned to Amelia.

“What did they do when they found out?”

“Leah, please.” Logan begged.

“I need to know. Amelia, what happened when they found out I was not the one they wanted?”

“The one that talked lost it. He wants to see you.”

I felt Logan tense and he walked away. He began to pace.

“I want to see them both.”