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Lyssa
With my earbuds in and music loud enough to drown out all sound, I stayed in the bath until the bubbles had long dissolved and the water could no longer be considered even warm. Sitting up, I pulled the plug, allowing the water to drain from the tub slightly before turning the water back on and letting it warm up again. Once it was at the right temperature, I switched the water from the bath to the shower and stood up, washing my hair and body. Shutting the water off completely, I climbed out of the tub and dried myself off. Taking my time, I applied lotion and brushed my hair out, opting not to use the hair dryer and letting my hair air dry instead. Finally, I dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and a matching tank top. Before leaving the bathroom, I finally removed my earbuds and put them back in their case to charge.
It was so quiet I was sure that I was alone in my apartment. I wasn't, of course, he followed me inside. Though I am surprised he left me alone. Or maybe he tried, and I didn't hear him. I had my music up pretty loud. Then again, it looked like he may have left and come back. I don't remember him having a bag with him last time. And I don't think he would have left the bag on his motorcycle when he followed me the first time if his laptop had been in the bag.
"Goose?"
He didn't respond. He didn't even look up from the computer. He was so focused on whatever it was he was doing, it was like he didn't hear me at all. Moving closer to him, I tried again, saying his name a little louder. Again, nothing; the only movement was from his hand on the mouse. Sitting on the couch next to him didn't even pull his attention away from this computer, so I moved myself onto the couch so I could lean over him and see what he was doing myself. If he wasn't going to answer me, I was going to be nosy.
I watched for about five minutes. On the computer screen, Goose was navigating through several unfamiliar sites, searching for Dr. Ambrose. When nothing came up, he opened a tab that had information on my ex, Ray. Goose didn't stay on that page for long before returning to the first page and searching for Dr. Ambrose again. Placing my hand on Goose's shoulder, I tried to get his attention again.
"Goose?"
This time, he responded. His head turned around quickly, his eyes focused on me for a moment before looking around the room a second, and looking back at me.
"How was your bath?"
I shook my head..
"Why are you searching, Dr. Ambrose?"
Looking back down at his computer a second he turned back to me. His eyes searched my face for a minute before singing, almost as if he decided he had been caught, so he might as well tell the truth.
"I am trying to figure out who this doctor is. I can't find anything on them, almost as if they don't exist. But they have to, in some capacity, have seen the woman your ex's father paid off."
Sitting back on the couch, I am sure I looked completely confused. Goose turned around on the floor, placing his computer on the couch next to me.
"I'm sorry. I told you I had started searching for you when we first met, but I stopped because I wanted to get to know you in your time. But after the whole thing with your sister, my gut is telling me there is something more. And I don't think you know all the answers, and I don't want you making any decisions without having all the information. I also don't trust your sister to provide it to you. So while you were in the bath, I started my search again. This time, focus on your sister and ex. Who, by the way, is also in town and staying at the hotel with your sister, so that part of her story is bull. However, to fully understand everything, I went back through his history. And over the years, his father has paid off a handful of women, all of them being sent to see Dr. Ambrose before receiving their money and moving as far away as they could."
I honestly don't know if I should be mad or not. Maybe I was a little scared that in the hour or so I had been in the bath, Goose had searched my ex's information, finding more details than even I was aware of. Then again, maybe I was a little impressed by that fact as well. Perhaps that is why I didn't question it and went with it.
"Why would Dr. Ambrose see those women, though? He is a veterinarian. One of the few that will make house calls, and even then, only to a few people. Ray's parents are one of those people because Ray and's dad go golfing together."
Turning back to his computer, Goose muttered a few curse words under his breath and clicked a few buttons before searching Dr. Ambrose again. This time, a whole profile for him filled the screen. Shifting on the couch, I read through everything as Goose did the same. The information that the page Goose was using provided was far more comprehensive than what you would ever find on Google. It was crazy. The guy was a well-known vet but had been in trouble more than once for performing and giving medications for human abortions. The fact that the guy wasn't in prison and had only been given a couple of fines was insane.
Once Goose obtained the information he wanted on the doctor, he moved on to digging deeper into Ray's information. I watched as he gained access to information that shouldn't have been easily accessible.
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