Everything about this situation was uncomfortable. The hospital room was tiny, and here Jareth sat with his very recent ex just feet away, trapped like animals in a cage. The scent of disinfectant hung thick in the air, making him feel even more nauseous.  And then there were the cops. Jar might not deal much anymore, but as a recreational drug user, cops naturally made him a bit squirrely. At least he didn’t have anything on him at the time of Hunter’s incident.

Apparently Jar wasn’t the only one on edge, as Addy’s lid flew off when the pigs started grilling Hunter. Jar could understand why they were doing so, as even he didn’t believe a word Hunter was saying about what happened to him. Even still, Adelisa’s reaction wasn’t making him seem any more innocent. And then the cop made the big mistake. No matter what, you should never tell an upset woman to calm down. Never. Jareth’s eyes flicked over to Delilah, if only briefly. Oh yeah, he’d made [i]that[/i] mistake before. Lesson learned.

When the cop finally left the room, Jar let out a deep sigh of relief. He rubbed his calloused hands along his cheeks and then raked them through his hair in discomfort. Some vacation this turned out to be.