Chapter 39: Ralphie Pearce IX
After the redhead left, Tillman grabbed a chair for him to sit on, beside Levi’s bed in the Emergency room. He watched the Irishman who was carefully taking a sip of water, grimacing when it made contact with his busted lip.
"You did it on purpose didn’t you?" he said, looking at the Consultant sternly.
Levi turned to look at him, placing the paper cup back on the bedside table.
The blond man cracked a grin, "Of course." he admitted, too proud for Tillman’s opinion. Nevertheless, it worked and he was silently grateful their case hasn’t ended yet.
"You’re insane," Tillman commented, wondering if the blond consultant had a death wish. Several things could have gone wrong in his plan, like the possible involvement of other vehicles in the street. Also, the fact that his alcohol blood level was .25%. He shouldn’t have been able to walk on his own, more so drive a vehicle. But then again the blond was Irish, and they loved to drink.
Levi cocked him a brow, "I stopped him from getting away, didn’t I?"
"And you’ll be charged with DUI. You’ll be sent to prison." Tillman replied,
"I’ll be charged with DUI yes, but I’ll be able to post bail," Levi states, confident. He was right.
"You had a fistfight with him in the middle of the street," Tillman says, finding the notion misguided. Watts was an ex-marine, trained in combat and his physique and form clearly surpassed the Irishman’s. Tillman knew the blond was aware of this, but still, he instigated a fight. Essentially, he enticed the man to beat him up.
"No, it was self-defense. He attacked first." Levi informed, grinning.