The man was curious.
“Is she really gone?” he asked. “Did she suffer?” he added, tears in his eyes.
Honor didn’t like this man, but she was walking a fine line. They were already using a walking lie detector.
If that got out…
“Yeah, she’s definitely gone, and her husband is blaming himself. I imagine he’s going to feel fucking fabulous to hear this. As for if she suffered, it was a gunshot to the head. I would say it was lights out pretty fast,” she added.
Since Hart cleared him, and the media would get the details at some point, she didn’t see a problem with telling him.
The man stopped her.
“Then, maybe he shouldn’t have had an affair on his wife with his best friend. That’s where the problem began. While we shouldn’t have carried on an affair behind her husband’s back, he did do this first. Maybe go guilt the boyfriend.”
Oh, thank God Bishop had left the room.
This guy wanted to die.
When Hart got up, it looked like he was going to punch the man in the face.
Only, he reined it in.
“I’m going to check on Bishop before I hurt him.”
With that, he walked out too.
“Way to go, Doctor. Now, give me a list of all of your patients. Because people are continually dying around you, and I need a heads-up on who is next.”
He protested.
“Doctor-patient…”
She smiled ferally.
“I guess we’ll go see the judge because I’m going to pretend my friend Hart wasn’t here and when I tell him you admitted to sleeping with a patient who died…”
He went pale.
In that moment, she hoped he knew his career here was over, and if she had any say about it, anywhere he went to hide from this.
Love or not, he’d preyed on someone, and that might have contributed to her depression.
He backed down.
“I’ll get it for you.”
And Honor waited.
Because while they cleared this man, they still had a problem.
Someone had to tell Ridge.
And that wasn’t going to go over well.
Not.
At.