The Boy Who Solved Crimes

20: Skepticism

I felt the wind sweep through my white coat as I entered the doors and took the elevator up to a particular unit. A unit that had answers.

"Hello, Mr. Wallace."

"Oh hey Doctor...um... Violet's boyfriend." Tyler said as I shut the door behind me and took a seat. The curtains were shut, darkening the room as the heartbeat monitor rang steadily.

"Mr. Wallace, do you mind if I ask you a few things?" I looked like 'the thinking man' as I placed a hand under my chin and watched Tyler sit up. He flinched at the sudden movement.

"Is there something wrong Doctor....?"

"Anderson." I responded, my mind swimming with questions that Tyler surely had the answers to.

"Right, is it something wrong with my charts? Am I going to be discharged soon?" I thought about his question for a second, realizing that the longer I kept him here, the more time I had to get the answers I wanted. He was wealthy, I knew this because the insurance company he used was one that was rarely used by anyone who made less than seven figures. He was covered in wealth like a coffin under dirt.

"It's actually about a more... private matter."

"Sure?" Tyler looked at me skeptically, brows raised as he adjusted his sitting position in the hospital bed and winced again.

"I can have you discharged you by tonight if you answer a few questions... and agree to have dinner with some old friends of mine tonight."

"Dr. Anderson... I'm not... don't you have a girlfriend?" Tyler asked as my eyes widened and I began to laugh.

"Hah! You thought... I... no! Perhaps I should be less restrained with my wording." I crossed my legs and leaned forward, "dinner with Violet Veowsalot and her other boyfriend."

"Other boyfriend? What are you talking about?"

"Tell me everything you know about Aaron and Violet, and I'll sign off on your discharge." I was as straightforward as could be, eyeing the programmer suspiciously, searching for any clues in his facial expression.

"Why don't you try asking her. Like I said before, they've been through a lot together, they're friends; it's not my place to say anything else." Tyler said, but all I could think about were the potential inside jokes they could share at dinner. I felt jealous, I admit. It wasn't everyday another man swooped into Violet's life— and she actually gave him the time of day.

"I would just like to know. Any information. You don't have to attend our dinner, but perhaps a reunion is due soon anyway. You were all friends, correct?"

"Yes, but..." Tyler pondered my question before laying back on the bed. He yawned loudly, making a performance of it.

"I'll think about it," he responded, "I'm tired now, maybe ask me tomorrow."

With that cue, I stood up and left. He was useless and clearly unwilling to help. I would need to do this the traditional way, I would just need to grow some balls and ask Violet myself.

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Hi everyone! Sorry it's taken me so long to update, I haven't been feeling as inspired for this story and honestly thinking of rewriting some parts of it now that the published/heavily edited first book is out (links on my profile!) and I want the two to be cohesive.

I start midterms next week so I apologize for the late updates; they might be even more delayed now, but rest assured they will come!

I've been working on another project titled "The Charming Criminal" if you're interested it's on my page (in 3rd person) and updates every Monday. There's also Operation Skinny (v. Short story that I'm taking a week to write/ complete). I've spent the past few weeks focused solely on that book so if you're interested, feel free to check it out!

Anywayyyyy, thanks for reading!

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