Chapter Fourteen––––––––
Nicki walked into Freddie’s on Friday night. The sound of chair legs scraping across the floor drew her attention to the Nighthawks table. Every eye was on her. Serious expressions and total silence stopped her cold. Did I forget to get dressed? She felt her clothing. Nope. She turned to look behind her, but there was nothing and no one there.
“Hi. What’s up?”
Dusty rose from her seat. “You don’t know?”
“Know what?”
Bobby spoke up. “Nat’s in the hospital.”
“What? What happened?” Nicki sank down on a chair, her heart beat quickened.
The men took turns filling her in on the details. Nicki’s mouth hung open.
“Nat would never take drugs,” she said.
“You know that and we know that, but the Commissioner of Baseball doesn’t seem to give a s**t,” Bobby said.
“It’
