The Billionaire and His PA novel Chapter 90

Isabel lay in the hospital bed with her head turned toward the window so that she could watch the sun rise. With the snowy weather outside, the sunlight was just barely managing to penetrate through, appearing as golden shards of light piercing out from fluffy grey clouds. It felt pleasing to look at something nice while her life was anything but. At the moment, looking at the sunrise was the only thing she could do that wouldn’t send her into a fit of panic.

Shortly after Felix, Eliza, Cassie and the ICE officers had left the hospital the previous day, she had been visited by a police officer, Deputy Grayson. Isabel had known that it was the police’s job to investigate murder attempts but still, she had found it strange that they had thought it worth their while to try to figure out who had shot her. Wasn’t it another branch of the government that had come to her room just a couple of hours before, telling her how she was going to be deported?

The police officers had given brief and detached apologies about her condition before they went straight to their barrage of questions. They had made Isabel to go over the events of the night of the winter ball, frequently cutting in to ask questions. Had she noticed anyone following her the entire night or on the week leading up to the night? No. Had she been able to see the face of the shooter? No. Did she have enemies? That one was a bit more complicated to answer.

In theory, she had many enemies. Any woman that had ever discovered that her husband was cheating on her with Isabel or any other stripper at Club Indigo whom she had unwittingly stolen a client from could be classified as an enemy. The thing was that none of those classes of people were malicious enough to try to murder her. They were the kind of people to swap her shampoo with hair removal cream, add laxatives to her mix of drugs or corner her in the alley for a good old fashioned beat down, but not shoot an actual gun at her. There was, however, one person that Isabel knew had the means and was malicious enough to want her dead – Big Daddy. While he had slapped her around in his office, he had repeated yelled how he was going to ‘fucking kill her’. The man didn’t even have to pull the trigger by himself. He could have very well sent someone to do it for him. Leaving just enough information out so that Daniel, who had still been in the room at the time, would have thought that Big Daddy was just her weird landlord and nothing more, she had told the officers about Big Daddy. She hadn’t been able to tell them his real name as she had never heard anyone call him anything but Big Daddy but she had given them his home address.

Sometime after the officers had left, Cassie had sent her a series of pictures of the burnt house. The police still had no clue who had set the house on fire. The house, or rather, what was left of it, wasn’t as bad as they had thought it would be, but it was still bad enough that no one would be living there for a long while.

Everything that was made out of paper or wood had been burnt to a crisp and had acted as fuel for the fire. The only things that had been left completely untouched by the fire were the documents that had been kept in the safe. Plastic had been melted into unrecognizable pulps. Things that were made out of metal and glass had been badly scorched but were still redeemable. Currently, they were all staying at Felix’s house with the twins reportedly running around with Snowflake and Cassie cajoling Felix to buy shit loads of Christmas decorations as she had been utterly shocked by his complete lack of them.

There was a light knock on the door and Daniel stirred in his sleep. The knitted blanket that he had gotten from one of the nurses slipped off him a little bit. Isabel had asked him to go home and get a proper night’s rest but he had declined. He had insisted on spending the night with her and had made a bed out of the uncomfortable looking plastic chair and an itchy blanket. Isabel had been touched by the gesture and would have hugged him if she didn’t have a healing wound in her chest.

Whoever was at the door knocked again, this time jolting Daniel awake.

“Come in.” Isabel said, thinking that it was one of the nurses and was quite surprised to see the same police officer from the previous day. She hadn’t expected him to be back so soon.

“Good morning, Miss. Gomez.” Deputy Grayson greeted. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

Isabel shook her head. “I haven’t really been able to sleep much.” She started to get up but fell back to her bed. Whatever pain killer the doctors had given her had long since started to wear off a long time ago. It was part of the reason why she hadn’t been able to sleep well. Despite the raging pain, she managed to force her body upright.

Daniel spared a glance at the empty bag of morphine. “I’m going to get a nurse. That needs to be refilled.” He said and then left the room.

“We have taken Chad Collins into custody.” Deputy Grayson announced.

Isabel stared at them blankly. “Who is Chad Collins?” She asked.

“You know him as Big Daddy. We were able to nab him on drug possession but he’s flat out denying that he was the one that shot you. But then again, he’s also denying that the drugs we found on him are his. He claims that he borrowed the jacket from someone and we just happened to find drugs in it.” He scoffed.