REINER
After lunch, Becky and I left Violet in Aunt Frances' care and went to the hospital. Meanwhile, we also picked up Jenny and Reed, who were going to visit Mark.
Good f*****g thing, I thought as I drove. Jane Doe had woken up, and according to the doctors she was not only strong enough to answer a few questions, but she had several herself: at least Becks and I would no longer have to investigate her, because those investigations were getting us nowhere.
“Please hurry up,” Becky hissed. “I have a bladder the size of a rugby ball.”
“I told you to go to the bathroom at the pack house. I always remind you, and your daughter.”
“I didn't need to go at the pack house! Besides, I'm pregnant!”
Typical Becky and Violet's response.
“Becky, I'm not going to get a ticket because you never
