26
Lucas
The moment the door to the bedroom closes, I turn to Goldberg and say, “Prepare the trackers. I want them implanted before you leave.”
The doctor blinks at me. “Tonight? But—”
“She’s already on pain meds, and as banged up as she is, she’ll hardly feel the discomfort.” I fold my arms across my chest. “You can use a local anesthetic to make sure there’s no pain when they go in.” Pausing, I frown at Goldberg. “Unless you think this will impede her recovery?”
“No, but…” He gives me a wary look. “Don’t you think she’s been through enough?”
“Excuse me?”
Goldberg sighs and says, “Never mind. I can see you’re set on this. I’ll prepare for the procedure.”
He walks over to the couch and sits, opening his doctor’s bag to take out a syringe with a thick needle and the sterilized impla
