me face-to-face.” Mob bosses might be complete scumbags, but they weren’t stupid.
“Unless the alibi for him and his men is rock solid.”
“I’m sure it is.”
“Which means you almost got popped for nothing. Did you at least get her name?”
“I was working on it.” The hospital had her listed as a Jane Doe. The wallet in her pocket had some cash and a casino voucher for two hundred and change. No ID. They weren’t able to get into her cell phone without facial recognition, and no one thought to try and unlock it until after she’d been wheeled off to the OR.
That had been two hours ago and no word on her condition.
“I need a cigarette,” he said aloud.
“You don’t smoke.”
He’d quit two years prior, but that didn’t stop his desire to smoke.
Leo pushed out of the chair and rolled his head around in an effort to clear the kinks.
It didn’t work.
The door to the waiting room opened, and the surgeon walked in, still wearing blue surgical scrubs complete with a hat. “She’s going to make it,” he said.
Leo released a long breath and sat back down.
“The bullet made a bit of a mess before exiting her body. A centimeter more and she would have likely bled out on the street before getting here. She’s lucky.”
“When will we be able to talk to her?” Fitz asked.
The doctor shook his head. “I’m keeping her sedated and on a ventilator for at least the next twelve hours.”
“Any idea why she was unconscious?” Leo asked.
“She hit the pavement pretty hard, decent laceration on the back of her head, but there wasn’t anything on the CT to indicate any long-term issue. A repeat CT will confirm that. When we take her off the vent, she should wake up.”
Leo and Fitz exchanged glances.
“Do you have her identity yet?”
“No,” Fitz answered.
The doctor shook his head. “We get a lot of Jane and John Does in Vegas. Eventually someone comes looking for them, often the police.”
“I’m sure that’s true.” Vegas didn’t earn the name Sin City for nothing.
When the surgeon turned to leave, Leo stood and put out his hand. “Thank you.”
“Of course.”
With a nod, he left the room.
Leo looked at his watch. “We have about four hours until Brackett arrives. You might as well go back to the hotel and get some rest.”
“What about you?”
He shook his head. “Better I stay here, get as much information from the locals so I have something to tell our boss when he gets here.”
Fitz looked as if she wanted to say something, but instead turned toward the door. She stopped. “If you do come back to the hotel . . .”
“I’ll take a police escort. No need to give the shooter a second chance.”
Fitz glanced over her shoulder. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad it’s her in the ICU and not you.”
Leo couldn’t say the same.
He lifted his tired ass out of the chair in search of fresh coffee.
It was going to be a very long night.
“You look like shit.”
Leo had managed an hour of chair sleeping in the waiting room before Brackett arrived and delivered a crap sandwich.
Now, in the early hours of the following day, Leo stood outside the courtroom doors with Neil MacBain passing judgment.
“Rough night.”
Neil was the head of the investigative team that had taken Mykonos down.
The man was big, the kind of big that you saw walking toward you in a dark alley and you hopped barbwire fences to avoid. Retired military, with a team filled with highly skilled special ops individuals that the feds would love to get their hands on. But those talents were happy in the private sector.
“I heard. How’s the girl?”
“Still in the ICU. Hoping she’s awake by the time I get back.”
“Any idea who did it?”
“Who squeezed the trigger and who asked for it to be squeezed are two different things.” Leo nodded toward the closed door of the courtroom. “Your guess is as solid as mine.”
Neil shifted his gaze without moving a muscle in his body. “I’ve sent Claire and Cooper back to LA. They were visible, you were visible.”
Yeah, Claire had pretended to be a high school student and Cooper a substitute teacher and coach in the sting to flush out Mykonos. It would be easy to assume Neil’s team could be a target as well. “Smart. Although I doubt they liked that.”
“I’m the boss.”
“When I spoke with Claire last night, she said you had eyes on Navi.”
“We do.”
“Wanna elaborate?”
Neil looked at him dead-on, then away without answering.