of you?” Geoff asked.
Katrina shook her head. “I don’t know of anyone.” It was close to the truth. Although they’d run from her father years ago, been located in Omaha before fleeing again, there’d never been death threats. “Could the shooter have missed on purpose?”
Chaos rubbed his stubbled jaw. “Sending us a warning?”
“I suppose. We stood in the open long enough before the first shots were fired. It just seems that a trained killer would’ve been able to take one or both of us down…if that was their intent.”
Wrath leaned back, stretching out his legs. “What would the warning be about?”
Shaking his head, Chaos took another look at the best image of the shooter. “Hell if I know. My life revolves around the Brethren. If it’s not an attack on the club, then I have no clue.”
“Same here. My mother, brother, and I moved here about a year ago. I work for Janie Maas at the nursery. Our lives are quiet.” Katrina again thought of the man who’d been snooping around their neighborhood. “There is a man who’s been watching our neighbors. When my brother confronted him, the man said he was hired by a friend to watch a woman on our street. He didn’t say why. He told us his name is Tony. I’m certain he isn’t one of the men at the hospital.”
Chaos stared at her, his mouth agape. “You should’ve mentioned this earlier, Kat.”
“I just remembered about him, Gabe.” She realized using his given name had been a mistake.
Wrath drew his legs back under him, glancing between them. “I thought you two met at the hospital.”
Scrubbing a hand down his face, Chaos gave a slow shake of his head. “We grew up near each other. I left town right after graduation, and never saw Kat again until Gunner was injured.”
Wrath studied them, a tingle of unease sliding down his spine. “I see.”
Geoff broke the awkward silence. “Katrina, did you get Tony’s license plate?”
“Um, no. Sorry. I can watch for him tonight.”
“All right, but don’t approach him again. If he is involved with the men at the hospital, we don’t know what he’ll do if he spots you watching him.”
“He eats antacids.”
“What?” Geoff asked.
“Tony. He had a big bottle of antacids on the passenger seat.” The men returned their gazes to the images at the hospital. “I looked, but didn’t see anything.” After a moment, the men looked away.
“Nothing,” Chaos said. “At least we have one possible suspect.”
“Not a strong one, but it’s a start.” Geoff stood. “Officer Elaine Brownell is working the case with one of our detectives. I’ll let them know about this meeting. Detective Darilyn Romero will probably be contacting each of you, and she’ll want to speak with your mother and brother, Katrina.”
“Whatever we can do to help.” She stood, as did Chaos and Wrath. “I wish we were able to do more.”
“Most times, it’s a slow process. Detective Romero is excellent. She usually works on homicides, but in a town the size of Liberty Lake, the detectives often handle other cases.”
Geoff walked them to the front. “Call if you think of anything else. I don’t have to tell you to watch your surroundings.”
Heading to her car, Katrina stopped at Chaos’s voice. “Where are you headed?”
“To the hospital. I want to check on Gunner.” She started to turn away, then stopped. “It’s Sunday, Gabe. Come to our house for dinner. I know Mom and Brady would love to see you.”
Glancing away, Chaos hooked his thumbs in his jeans. “What time?”
Katrina hadn’t known how much she wanted him to agree until now. “Sixish?”
Chuckling, he nodded. “Sixish, it is.” Leaning down, he brushed a kiss across her cheek. “It really is good to see you, Kat. I’ll see you tonight.”
Feeling better than she had since hearing about Gunner, she drove the short distance to the hospital. Doubting they’d let her see him, she was surprised when a nurse asked if she knew Lucas Henson.
“Yes. He’s why I’m here.” Her fingers tightened on the straps of her purse.
“Well, I’m glad I checked. He’s asking for you. Please come with me.”
Her heart lodged in her throat as she followed the nurse to a room near the end of the area. She hadn’t seen him since leaving his house two nights ago, and had no idea what to expect. When the nurse motioned her inside, a giant claw seemed to grasp her heart.
Gunner lay still with an IV, plus sensors tracking his heart rate and other vitals. With his