Ray’s face, discovering a large gash on his forehead that’s still bleeding.
It’s the only large wound I find, and I tell Cash when he arrives, then step aside so he can take over.
Davis ran back outside the second we brought Ray inside, and Flint is in the garage, loading things in his truck.
“You’re going to King Heron, aren’t you?” I ask, stepping up behind him.
“Yeah. Don’t worry, Cash will stay right here with you.”
Now isn’t the time for arguing.
A sigh bleeds out of me and I look him in the eye. “Go in the back door when you get there. It’s the best way in where no one will see you. The code’s nineteen-fifty-nine, if they haven’t changed it.”
He gives me a swift, heartfelt kiss before climbing in his truck. It takes every shred of my willpower not to burst into messy tears, watching him drive away.
I walk back inside, still oddly numb. I’m worried, scared, yet I know there isn’t a lot I can do right now. As much as I wish there was.
“How’s he doing?” I ask as soon as I’m back by the sofa.
“He’ll live,” Cash says. “But he took one hell of a beating. Broken bones, lacerations, possible internal bleeding...the works. We need to get him to a hospital.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“More water,” Cash whispers. “If we polish him up now, it means less work later when we have to come up with some cockamamie cover story to check him in.”
For the next half hour, I help get Ray cleaned up and bandaged.
“He’s going to be fine,” Cash tells me quietly as he closes his leather bag. “We should still have him seen, though I don’t believe he’s in any immediate danger. His prognosis isn’t quite as dreadful as I’d feared.”
I’m concerned for Ray, but doubly terrified at Flint going to the office by himself. “Okay. I guess you’d better go now.”
“Go?” He cocks his head.
“Flint said you’d be following him to the office to help, right?” Suddenly recalling the fingerprint reader, I run to the kitchen. “He needs Ray’s fingerprints.”
“Flint already got Ray’s prints, Valerie. First thing we did as soon as I had him stable,” Cash says, running a hand through his hair. “I told him I’d stay here with you.”
A dense knot in the pit of my stomach says something is about to happen. Something awful.
“Flint needs your help,” I say. “I don’t. I can take care of Ray and look after him. We’re safe here, I’m sure he has guys outside watching this place. Flint’s all alone.”
Cash pulls out his phone and dials a number. I can hear it ringing before it goes to voicemail. My heart claws its way to my throat as the doctor’s emerald-green gaze meets mine.
“He’s not answering,” Cash growls, slapping the phone down against his thigh. “Dammit.”
I’m trembling. “Then you need to go, Cash. Now!”
He glances around, unsure what to do. “Nonsense. I told Flint I’d stay here with you and—”
“Go!” I yell, jerking forward, digging my hands into his shoulders. “He needs your help.”
“Fuck.” Cash stiffens, moves several steps down the hall, then stops and points at me. “One condition. You’ll stay inside. Keep all the doors locked. Call Davis the second anything strange happens.”
Then he rushes out the door. I press the back of my hand against my mouth, holding in a panicked sob.
That dread knot in my stomach grows harder, stronger. It’s sickening.
I spin at the sound of a moan and hurry to the couch where Ray tries sitting up. “Ray, no. Don’t get up. Just rest.”
“Val? Valerie?” His eyes are narrow strips as he looks at me. “Is that...really you?”
“Nah, it’s Taylor Swift,” I tell him, remembering how much her songs annoy him. I put a hand on his shoulder as he blinks in confusion. “It’s me. Lie back down.”
“No, I...no!” He drags his legs off the couch and flops up, groggy and wincing. “You don’t...they know, Val. I...I tried. But...they fucking know.”
I can barely understand him as he slurs his words in this eerie whisper.
That scares me almost as much as what I think he’s trying to say.
“They know what?” I sit down beside him.
He hangs his head. “Proof.”
“Proof? What proof, Ray? Proof about what?” I’m frantic.
“Dad.” He slumps against me.
“Ray?” I shake him, lightly so I don’t do more damage. “Ray!”
He lifts his head, drawing a deep, rattling breath, trying to regain strength.
“Go,” he mumbles. “You, danger. Your boyfriend. They know.”
My spinning mind locks up. “Boyfriend? Flint. They know