That piqued Joy’s curiosity. “What do you want to talk about?”
Trisha pulled over a stool and sat next to her bed. “I wanted to prepare you for what is to come.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re involved with a New Species. I don’t know the specifics of your relationship with Moon but what happened in your home is going to—”
Joy stopped her right there. “I appreciate you taking the time to explain his elevated levels of aggression but I’m not afraid of Moon in any way. Are you worried that I would be after he attacked my client? It was self-defense. I’m very impressed that he was able to avoid killing him. It showed great restraint.”
“That didn’t even cross my mind. I’m glad to hear it though.”
“Oh.” Joy felt a bit foolish. “Okay. Sorry.”
“No need for that. Moon called 9-1-1 when you were shot and that means it hit the news as soon as they heard the police and ambulance respond to the call. Those bastards seem to have scanners glued to their ears so they can overhear all the emergency responders’ communications. I wanted to prepare you for how they work.” She paused. “I won’t sugarcoat it because I know what you do for a living. By now the reporters have probably spoken to all your neighbors, dug through your trash, and are trying to locate any friends or family they can hit up for interviews.”
A ball of anxiety formed inside Joy’s stomach. “You’re sure they know?”
“It has already hit some of the internet sites. The major television news stations will run the story on their first broadcasts in the morning and you can be sure there are some very busy newspaper employees scrambling to get it to print for the morning edition. The reporters had the address of the shooting to work with to discover your name. Moon stated he was New Species because the dispatcher thought it was a prank. He said a human had shot you and she naturally assumed he wasn’t quite…” She floundered for a description.
“She thought he was nuts.” Joy sighed. “The average person doesn’t describe another person as human.”
“Exactly. I was sent a copy of the 9-1-1 call and listened to it. I got the impression she believed she was dealing with someone who believes in UFOs.”
The ramifications of what Trisha was telling her sank in and she panicked for a moment. What had happened in her condo would be major news. Breathe. A hundred thoughts streamed through her head at once. She forced them all back to focus on her first priority.
“Can you please give me access to a phone? I would rather my parents hear about Moon and my being shot from me than some stranger knocking at their door or seeing it on television while they eat breakfast. I need to call them.”
“They didn’t know you worked with New Species or were seeing one?”
“No.”
Trisha stood. “I’ll get you one of the disposable cell phones we keep on hand in the reception area. You need to stay in that bed and this room doesn’t have a landline.”
“Why do you keep any at all?” She was glad for the distraction.
Trisha flashed a grin. “Let’s just say Species play and work hard. They come here for treatment when they get hurt. Their personal phones don’t always survive whatever brought them in so we keep a batch of spares to lend out until they get replacements. It’s how they keep in contact with Security in case they are needed somewhere.”
Joy was left alone to make a mental list of who she needed to call after her parents. Meg was a given. She would leave it up to her mother to contact other family members. The woman loved to gossip and was the artery of information that kept everyone linked.
Trisha returned.
“Here you go. I’ll give you some privacy and see if I can hurry them along on bringing you a hearty meal. Eating something will also help keep down nausea caused by the drugs.”
“Thank you.” She accepted the cell phone. “Where is Moon?”
“He’s in a meeting.”
“Is he in trouble for what happened at my condo? He had no choice but to take my client out of commission.”
“I’m sure he’s fine. This proves my point. He’s a big male who can take care of himself. Right now focus on yourself.” She left before Joy could ask any more questions. She dialed, flinching over the lateness of the hour. Her mother answered on the third ring.
“Hi, Mom. I’m okay. I’m sorry I woke you but there are a few important things I need to tell you. It can’t wait.”
“Who is it? What do they want?” Her father sounded groggy and annoyed in the background.
“What’s wrong?” Her mom’s voice sharpened. “What do you mean you’re okay? Why wouldn’t you be?”
She took a deep breath. “A client had a meltdown. I was hurt but I’m fine.”
“Oh my god, Joyce. I knew this would happen. Did he hit you? Stab you?”
She bit her lip. She couldn’t try to downplay it because they’d hear the details on the news.
“What happened to our girl? Is she okay?”
Her father sounded much closer, as if he were right up against the receiver. She could almost see them huddled together in the middle of their bed with the phone held between them. It would never occur to them to hit the speakerphone button. They never used it despite her taking the time to buy them an updated system for Christmas.
“I’m fine. I only needed a few stitches, okay? It’s going to sound much worse than what it really was.”
Trisha pulled over a stool and sat next to her bed. “I wanted to prepare you for what is to come.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re involved with a New Species. I don’t know the specifics of your relationship with Moon but what happened in your home is going to—”
Joy stopped her right there. “I appreciate you taking the time to explain his elevated levels of aggression but I’m not afraid of Moon in any way. Are you worried that I would be after he attacked my client? It was self-defense. I’m very impressed that he was able to avoid killing him. It showed great restraint.”
“That didn’t even cross my mind. I’m glad to hear it though.”
“Oh.” Joy felt a bit foolish. “Okay. Sorry.”
“No need for that. Moon called 9-1-1 when you were shot and that means it hit the news as soon as they heard the police and ambulance respond to the call. Those bastards seem to have scanners glued to their ears so they can overhear all the emergency responders’ communications. I wanted to prepare you for how they work.” She paused. “I won’t sugarcoat it because I know what you do for a living. By now the reporters have probably spoken to all your neighbors, dug through your trash, and are trying to locate any friends or family they can hit up for interviews.”
A ball of anxiety formed inside Joy’s stomach. “You’re sure they know?”
“It has already hit some of the internet sites. The major television news stations will run the story on their first broadcasts in the morning and you can be sure there are some very busy newspaper employees scrambling to get it to print for the morning edition. The reporters had the address of the shooting to work with to discover your name. Moon stated he was New Species because the dispatcher thought it was a prank. He said a human had shot you and she naturally assumed he wasn’t quite…” She floundered for a description.
“She thought he was nuts.” Joy sighed. “The average person doesn’t describe another person as human.”
“Exactly. I was sent a copy of the 9-1-1 call and listened to it. I got the impression she believed she was dealing with someone who believes in UFOs.”
The ramifications of what Trisha was telling her sank in and she panicked for a moment. What had happened in her condo would be major news. Breathe. A hundred thoughts streamed through her head at once. She forced them all back to focus on her first priority.
“Can you please give me access to a phone? I would rather my parents hear about Moon and my being shot from me than some stranger knocking at their door or seeing it on television while they eat breakfast. I need to call them.”
“They didn’t know you worked with New Species or were seeing one?”
“No.”
Trisha stood. “I’ll get you one of the disposable cell phones we keep on hand in the reception area. You need to stay in that bed and this room doesn’t have a landline.”
“Why do you keep any at all?” She was glad for the distraction.
Trisha flashed a grin. “Let’s just say Species play and work hard. They come here for treatment when they get hurt. Their personal phones don’t always survive whatever brought them in so we keep a batch of spares to lend out until they get replacements. It’s how they keep in contact with Security in case they are needed somewhere.”
Joy was left alone to make a mental list of who she needed to call after her parents. Meg was a given. She would leave it up to her mother to contact other family members. The woman loved to gossip and was the artery of information that kept everyone linked.
Trisha returned.
“Here you go. I’ll give you some privacy and see if I can hurry them along on bringing you a hearty meal. Eating something will also help keep down nausea caused by the drugs.”
“Thank you.” She accepted the cell phone. “Where is Moon?”
“He’s in a meeting.”
“Is he in trouble for what happened at my condo? He had no choice but to take my client out of commission.”
“I’m sure he’s fine. This proves my point. He’s a big male who can take care of himself. Right now focus on yourself.” She left before Joy could ask any more questions. She dialed, flinching over the lateness of the hour. Her mother answered on the third ring.
“Hi, Mom. I’m okay. I’m sorry I woke you but there are a few important things I need to tell you. It can’t wait.”
“Who is it? What do they want?” Her father sounded groggy and annoyed in the background.
“What’s wrong?” Her mom’s voice sharpened. “What do you mean you’re okay? Why wouldn’t you be?”
She took a deep breath. “A client had a meltdown. I was hurt but I’m fine.”
“Oh my god, Joyce. I knew this would happen. Did he hit you? Stab you?”
She bit her lip. She couldn’t try to downplay it because they’d hear the details on the news.
“What happened to our girl? Is she okay?”
Her father sounded much closer, as if he were right up against the receiver. She could almost see them huddled together in the middle of their bed with the phone held between them. It would never occur to them to hit the speakerphone button. They never used it despite her taking the time to buy them an updated system for Christmas.
“I’m fine. I only needed a few stitches, okay? It’s going to sound much worse than what it really was.”
