go down to the nurses’ station and grab a cup of coffee. You look like you could use a jolt of caffeine.”
Ethan hesitated for a moment then rose, disentangling his fingers from Rachel’s. “Yeah, sure, just for a minute. I want to be here when she wakes up.”
He followed Sam from the room and nodded at the guard, who was still sitting right next to the door.
“I’m going to leave the door cracked. If you hear her, holler at me, okay? I’ll be just down the hall.”
The guard gave him a short salute, and Ethan turned to follow Sam toward the coffee room.
THE soft sound of an opening door roused Rachel to consciousness. Through narrow slits, she saw the male nurse come in and draw a syringe from the breast pocket of his scrubs.
Her breath caught, and she kept her eyes barely open, not wanting him to know she was awake. Unease skittered up her spine, but she didn’t understand why.
As he moved closer to the bed, he glanced almost nervously behind him, and the hard line of his profile triggered a memory of another time and place.
Castle. Senator Castle. Expected presidential nominee for his party in the next election. Then, it had been two years away. Now it would be one?
Panic made her mind race, and she scrambled to put the pieces together. Castle, this man, two others. She remembered fear of discovery. Of trying to back away. Of this man who was in her hospital room right now turning and seeing her.
His gaze had been rock hard, and she’d seen her death in those eyes. She’d heard Castle order her death.
But she’d been kept alive.
Why?
Her breath was swelling in her chest, threatening to explode from her throat. It took everything she had to lie there quietly while she gathered her courage.
Her fingers twitched ever so slightly. The man uncapped the syringe and picked up her IV line, thumbing the port. Whatever was in the syringe meant her death.
The needle slid into the port.
She erupted from the bed. She slammed her cast down onto the IV line and quickly wrapped the tubing around the stiff mold. Then she yanked as hard as she could.
The catheter jerked painfully from her hand, tape coming free as she screamed at the top of her lungs. She rolled away from the man, climbing frantically over the railing.
She landed hard on the floor and glanced up to see the shock and fury in the man’s eyes. Then he turned and fled out of the door.
ETHAN quickly poured a cup of coffee and offered it to Sam and then poured another for himself. He was impatient to hear what if anything Sam had learned from Sean, but he was also in a hurry to get back down to Rachel.
“Let’s head back down the hall. You can fill me in on the way,” Ethan said.
Sam nodded. “Then you need to get some sleep, Ethan. You’re not going to be worth a damn to Rachel in your current condition. Garrett and I can take turns staying with Rachel while you catch a few winks.”
Ethan made a rude noise of disagreement and sucked down a mouthful of the hot coffee.
They stepped out of the small family room where refreshments were stored and headed down the long hallway toward Rachel’s room.
They’d only taken a few steps when a shrill scream split the air. Ethan dropped his coffee and broke into a run.
The guard posted outside Rachel’s door leapt to his feet just as a man dressed in hospital scrubs bolted from Rachel’s room and ran straight into the policeman.
They both went down and rolled. The assailant landed a punch and scrambled up just as Ethan hit him hard, sending them both to the floor.
“I got this,” Sam said harshly as he pried Ethan away. “You see to Rachel.”
Only the fear of what had happened to her kept Ethan from killing the man right there in the hallway. He backed away and ran into the room.
Her bed was empty, and he glanced wildly from side to side until he located her on the floor, huddled in a corner holding her casted arm to her chest.
Her hair was tangled, her eyes wild with a heavy glaze of fear. He wasn’t sure she had any idea where she was.
“Rachel,” he said softly.
He knelt on the floor beside her and carefully gathered her in his arms. She let out a shudder and started trembling violently.
“Baby, are you okay? Did he hurt you? I