We All Sleep Alone (Finley Creek #11) - Calle J. Brookes Page 0,40
wanting revenge for something. Something Wallace has done. Or me.”
“Nonsense. For all we know, it was an interrupted home invasion. Reggie got unlucky. Let’s worry less about why it happened and focus on getting him through this.”
Jennifer nodded. That was true. It made sense. Reggie’s latest project house wasn’t in the greatest part of town. She’d always hated that fact. “We can do this.”
“He was talking when they loaded him, but I won’t lie. He looked bad.”
Jennifer bit back a scream of anger. Of fear. “He’s big, strong, and healthy.”
“The surgeons at FCGH are the best. Whether we like them or not.”
Anger went through her. She knew the man was right. Wallace had worked at one of the best hospitals in the country.
He had been one of the best.
The best of the best. “Who’s the best surgeon at FCGH now?”
“Allen Jacobson, most likely. Virat Patel. I’ve heard they have worldwide reputations now.”
“See to it that Reggie gets the best, Kyle. Let them know money is not a problem. I will break out my savings if I have to. I will beggar myself in a heartbeat if it keeps him alive. No matter the cost.”
She closed her eyes as Kyle continued the distance between her condo and the hospital seventeen long blocks away. Jennifer prayed.
Prayed for her son.
Reggie didn’t deserve this. For any reason.
44
Jake cursed to himself as they covered the councilman’s face and zipped up the bag. Far too many bodies; he’d seen far too many lately. He’d never expected the asshole Dennis Lee to go after Annie. They’d set the trap for the councilman using the mayor as bait.
Jake and Elliot had thought they had things contained.
There was a leak somewhere in the TSP. Jake was absolutely convinced of it now.
This shouldn’t have happened, shouldn’t have gotten so close to his family.
Not Annie. They’d come too close to losing her for his peace of mind. He loved her almost as much as he did Izzie. Jake didn’t take what had happened lightly.
That she was hurt tonight royally pissed him off.
Hell, Jake was exhausted. He’d suspected someone on the city council had been involved. He’d even suspected the mayor was a target.
But Annie? Never would he have risked her—or let anyone else risk her. Not her. Hell. This shouldn’t have happened.
He hadn’t even known she was involved with that damned Barratt. Not like this. Not that deeply. He knew her well enough to know this was the real deal with the mayor.
Annie was in love.
Jake wasn’t too thrilled that he’d missed so much with his family lately. He’d have to change that.
He looked at the man next to him. “This is getting way out of hand. I don’t think it was just him. There’s more to it than this. One man couldn’t be responsible for everything that we suspect.”
Elliot Marshall nodded. He was a good man. A few years older than Jake. Jake trusted Marshall probably more than he did anyone else other than McKellen on the force. He and Daniel McKellen had been partners back ten years ago. They had had each other’s backs then and they still had them now. “Evers called. Wallace Henedy’s son was shot in his front hallway tonight; Callum and Evers pulled the case. He got out of surgery an hour ago. No one knows why he was targeted. With his mother being on the council with Arnold, there could be a connection to this tonight.”
Jake swore. That made a hell of a lot of sense. With Izzie’s connection to the Henedys, that was going to mean trouble for Jake. Damn it. He needed a vacation. When all of this was over, he was going to tap into his savings and take Izzie to Italy for a while. See their family. It had been far too long. “What’s going on here?”
“Keep digging, Jake,” Marshall said. “I want to know everything that Arnold had his grubby little fingers in. There are more connections going on than we think.”
“I’ll keep on it.” This was only the beginning. Every instinct Jake had was telling him exactly that.
He stepped back as the evidence tech, Chuckie again, nodded and stood. She made such an odd sight in the paper coveralls. Her boss, Haldyn, stood nearby, giving orders. They were good at what they did.
Nothing would be missed. Jake had complete trust in this forensic team.
Not that Jake needed the evidence to tell him what had happened. Annie made one hell of a good witness.