Special Forces Father - By Mallory Kane Page 0,68
you took off for Dallas, you said you’d never come back.”
“Yeah, well, things change. But we were talking about you.”
“No, we weren’t. What things changed?”
“I got a call from Brad Grayson. Remember him? He was afraid his younger sister, Angela, was in danger, because of a case he was trying.”
“Brad and Angela. I do remember them. She always wanted to follow you guys around.”
“Yeah.” Lucas smiled. “Brad asked me to bodyguard her without her knowing it. Turns out Brad was right. The guy he was prosecuting sent some thugs after her, hoping to use her to force Brad to throw the trial. It took some doing but we finally ended up catching the thugs and keeping Ange safe. Now Ange and I are—” He held up his left hand and Travis saw the gold wedding band on his third finger.
“No way!” he said. “Married? You and Dawson both? Did all the Delancey grandkids get married while I was gone?”
“Well, Ryker and Reilly did. Oh, and Rosemary.”
“Rosemary?” Travis’s head was spinning, trying to take everything in. “But she’s—?”
Lucas shook his head. “Nope. She’s not dead. Turns out she survived that attack in her apartment all those years ago. An old woman who owned a little voodoo shop on Prytania took her in and saved her life. She was living that close to us for all those years. Detective Dixon Lloyd, Ethan’s partner, found her. She has traumatic amnesia, but she’s slowly getting her memories back.”
Travis laughed shortly. “Looks like I’ve got a lot of congratulating to do and wedding gifts to buy. Man, sounds like the family started its own soap opera while I was gone.”
“Started?” Lucas echoed. “The Delancey clan has always had a flair for the dramatic.”
“Well, that’s true. So, anything else I need to know? How are Ethan and Cara Lynn? I already heard about Harte from Kate. Maybe I won’t miss his wedding.”
“Our baby brother grew up fast,” Lucas said, smiling. “Ethan and Cara Lynn are doing good. They’ve both managed to avoid the marriage bug so far.”
Just as he finished speaking, the door opened and a young man in scrubs stepped into the room. “Mr. Delancey? I understand you’re ready to leave.”
“That’s right. Can I go now?”
“The discharge orders are written. You need to come back here or follow up with your personal physician to have those stitches out in about five days. No longer than that.”
Travis nodded impatiently. “Got it.”
“I’ve written you a prescription for pain, in case you need it.” He held out a slip of paper.
Travis took it without looking at it. “I won’t.”
The young doctor turned to Lucas. “I understand you’re with NOPD?”
Lucas nodded.
“I’m sure you know the St. John’s Parish Sheriff’s Department wants to see Mr. Delancey. The sheriff asked me to remind you of that.”
Lucas nodded and thanked him. As he left, Travis again lifted himself off the bed with his arms, turned his torso toward the side and lowered himself with a groan. “A little help here?” he said through gritted teeth.
“Fine,” Lucas said and gave him a hand. With help from his brother, Travis got up, dressed and went to St. John’s Sheriff’s Department. But by the time he got there, Kate was gone and the sheriff was waiting for him. He was subjected to over two hours of questioning.
As soon as they were done with him, Lucas appeared.
“Nobody’ll tell me anything about Stamps and Whitley and Sills,” Travis said.
Lucas propped a hip on the edge of a desk. “Whitley was picked up for questioning in Baton Rouge. They’ll be talking with the sheriff’s office here. Stamps still denies knowing anything about the kidnapping and Sills is acting as though we’ve accused him of high treason. He’s incensed that anyone would think he’d stoop so low.”
“Well, that tells me almost nothing.”
“It sounds like Whitley’s going to take the fall and Sills and Stamps just might walk.”
Travis glared at his big brother. “Think you could use some of your influence to get them to let me go now?”
“I already did. I told the sheriff your butt hurt.”
“Oh, ha-ha,” Travis said. “Take me to Kate’s house.”
“When are you going to see the folks?”
“When I’m done meeting my son and talking to my—to Kate.”
Chapter Twelve
It was almost seven o’clock on Saturday evening when Travis knocked on the door to Kate’s house. He still had the key she’d given him but he didn’t want to walk in on her. He had an overpowering sense of déjà vu. Here he was, standing outside