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Chapter 8


"I can't believe Bruce Wayne asked you out," Clea said at work.

"He didn't ask me out we're going to dinner," I said.

"Same thing but still."

"How is that…never mind I don't want to know," I mumbled.

"Come on Tess the guy is like seven years older than you he must really dig you," she said.

I raised my eyebrows as I grabbed a tray with sodas and brought it over to my table. After I got their orders, I went towards the kitchen and clipped the paper on the spin wheel so the cooks can make up the food. I walked back towards the table where a man was sitting by himself. He looked familiar but he also looked like he was in his mid thirties.

"Are you ready to order?" I asked.

"I'm sorry?" he said, turning from the window.

"You needed more time before unless you need another minutes…"

"No I'm sorry I just have a lot on my mind, um I'll just have the cream dumpling soup," he said.

"Okay I'll put the order in," I said, taking the menu away.

As I walked back towards the kitchen, I could feel a pair of eyes staring back at me. When I turned around, I saw the man just sipping on tea and looking out the window.

"He gives me the creeps," I said.

"Who?" George asked.

"Him over by the window," I replied.

He looked up and his eyes widen a bit. "You don't suppose he's Crane, don't you?"

"I don't know," I replied. "You think he might be him?"

"I don't know either but be careful," he replied.

"George, I'm always careful," I said, winking at him as I went back in the direction I came in.

I ignored the feeling as a mini rush came into the restaurant. By the time the soup was done, I was rushing over towards the table praying slightly it wouldn't fall over.

"I'm so sorry for the wait," I said, handing him the soup.

"It's no worries. It's not like every day a waitress like you are running around trying to make sure everyone is comfortable as they can be," he said.

I gave him a weird look before I walked away. What the hell did he mean by that? I couldn't shake off what he said. I managed to finish my work. When I went to collect the check from the creepy guy at the table, I stopped short when I saw George and the man almost face to face with one another.

This wasn't going to end well.

I jogged over quickly to hopefully defuse the situation.

"Hey guys, why don't we just take a walk SEPERATELY and I just need to take your bill," I said.

"Nah uh Tess I'm sorry but I don't like it when someone bashes about you for no reason what so ever," he said.


"No he's right," the man said, getting up from his spot. "I would watch your backs if I were you. Especially you missy."

Then everything happen so fast I didn't know what to do. The man took out what it looked like an ice pick and lunged it at me but George pushed me aside and I saw his face cringe in pain. I saw the pick sticking into his shoulder blade. He fell to his knees while a couple customers tried to hold the man back.

I ran over to George and pulled out the pick and applied pressure to the wound.

"SOMEONE CALL 911!" I cried out.

It felt hours but it's been only a few hours since George was brought to the hospital. Clea and I were waiting in the waiting room hoping the doctor would come out and talk to us once we know what happened. I looked down at my hands and saw the blood that was on them still.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"It's not your fault," Clea said.

"But I told him about the man we wouldn't be here," I said.

"We got him here on time, that all it matters. We'll get the bastard that did this to him," she said.

"Tess?" a voice called out.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Bruce and another man coming towards us.

"Are you alright? I heard on the news about what happened," he said.

"I'm fine we're fine," I said. "We're just waiting on George to see what's going on."

"George Locke?"

We looked up and saw a doctor heading towards us. He looked like to be in his late forties with tired eyes and some grey spotting in his hair.

"How is he?" I asked.

"Right now he's fine we put him on antibiotics since the stab wound had to be stitched up. Good news that it didn't hit any important veins or nerves but we are keeping him here just until tomorrow for observation," he said.

I breathed out a sigh in relief. Luckily the doctor let us see him. I hated to leave Bruce behind but he assured me that I wanted to see my friend. Clea and I went towards the second floor where he was in a private room. When we got in, he was sitting up on the bed with his leg arm in a sling.

"George I'm so sorry," I said.

"Tess it's not your fault that bastard shouldn't have attacked you like that," he said.

"But he put you in the hospital. If I didn't come in between you two none of this would've happened."

"There's nothing you can do now. Where is he anyways?" George asked.

"We don't know," Clea replied. "I think we were more concerned about you than the guy."

"What doesn't make sense is why would he try to stab you?"

I could only shrug as I sat down on a chair nearby the bed. "How does the pain feel?" I asked.

"Honestly I thought I was in more pain but I think the medicine is helping," he replied.

"Just don't worry about work right now if that's what you're thinking. I think Sue and the other managers are having some sort of meeting about adding more security," Clea said.

"Like that would do any good," George piped up.

I could only shrug. We talked for awhile longer before we left George for the night. He assured us thousands of times that he was fine and whatever happened wasn't my fault. I pulled my sweater tighter around me as Clea and I went downstairs.

"Is your friend up for talking?" the man next to Bruce asked.

"I think he's resting I'm not sure…"

"Lieutenant Gordon," the man said, introducing us.

"Right but I know he's going to be released tomorrow," Clea replied.

"Okay for now I need to get back to the scene. Have your friend call me about what he knows about the man," he said.

"The police didn't catch him?" I asked.

"Unfortunately no," Gordon replied. "But luckily there are witnesses to give a good description of what he looked like," he said.

"Does he have a name?"

Gordon looked at Bruce before turning back to us with a grim look on his face. That couldn't be good.

"His name is Jonathan Crane and from what the people at your job was telling my cops that he was aiming his attack towards you," he said to me.

Yep no good at all.

A/n: I know I'm so late and I've been meaning to update also but work came in the way with so many hours. Also next week I start my classes but online mainly because I've applied for a new job and it's going to be full time position so it'll be a bit easier to work on my class. We'll see what happens!

A twist is going to happen in this story. I can't say what otherwise where's the fun in that?

I thank you guys for your patience and support! They mean a lot and I hope you guys continue to read and leave reviews! Any questions or concerns just ask. Don't be shy.

So now I'm off the finish my laundry since the washing machine is beeping.

Until next time,