had to learn to trust that gut. It was serving her better than any plan ever had.
Turner slept in the other bed in the room, dressed in jeans and an FCGH T-shirt. She suspected he’d borrowed that shirt from somewhere; his cousins had stopped by to check on him earlier.
He’d lost almost everything tonight, she’d heard.
It didn’t seem like the craziness was ever going to end.
“Izzie?” a male voice stopped her inside the door. She turned to stare at the physician a few paces behind her. “Everything ok in here?”
“I think so.” She stepped closer, not wanting to wake either of the two sleeping in the beds. “She’ll be ok. I’m just…hovering.”
“I stopped by after finishing with the deputy mayor.” Allen wrapped a hot hand around her elbow and guided her out of the room and into the hallway where she could see him better in the light. His touch felt…good. Like maybe she wasn’t so alone at the moment. “I was worried about her. Them. I brought him a bag of clothes I had in my trunk that should fit him. I figured he’d need them in the morning.”
It was genuine concern she saw in his light-gray eyes. Then again, Turner had said they’d been friends for years. “Me, too. This...”
“Shouldn’t have happened to them. Far too many things are happening to good people. People who don’t deserve to be hurt.”
“No. I’m not even certain what did happen. Have you heard anything else?” He always seemed to know what was going on around FCGH. Allen was a natural leader; she’d noticed that before, when he’d been the temporary chief of medicine. Calm and in control. Steady.
Maybe he didn’t irritate her as much as he once had.
Maybe she was starting to respect his quiet dependability—even if it was wrapped up in take-charge arrogance now and then.
He shook his head as he stepped closer, to put a black duffel bag in the chair next to where Turner was sprawled in the second bed. “I don’t think anyone is. Except the TSP and Turner and Annie.”
“They aren’t saying much.” Jake had grabbed her in the ER and sworn her to secrecy. He hadn’t wanted his presence noted at all. Said this was part of a bigger case he’d been working for months.
She was supposed to keep her mouth shut.
He’d been covered in blood and had needed her to get him something to wear, fast. She’d borrowed from the lost and found in the back breakroom.
She hoped he sanitized as soon as he got home. She made a note to bleach the shower before she used it again.
She wouldn’t forget the blood covering him anytime soon. One of her greatest fears was the blood being his someday. Jake always seemed to be in the thick of things going on lately.
“I don’t think they can, yet.”
When Izzie did make it to her bed, she’d probably have nightmares.
Before she could say anything, Cherise called her name. “I need help in room 407.”
Izzie nodded, then looked at Allen one more time. For some reason, Izzie wanted to just stay right where she was for a little while. Until all the crazy stopped. Crazy didn’t seem to spin so fast around Allen right now.
That, more than anything, had her hurrying to room 407.
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Wallace Henedy’s son looked nothing like him. Jake stared down at the man on the bed, noticing every detail he could. Details were kind of his business, after all.
Wallace Henedy was a tall man, something he and his son shared. He’d put them both around Jake’s own six three. The younger Henedy was broader shouldered and more muscled than his dick of a father. Healthier. From his years working construction.
The younger had worked his way up using his hands and his back, while wearing real honest-to-goodness work boots.
Jake had researched the man’s company thoroughly. Henedy Jr. had a reputation of doing good work. There were no secrets, no skeletons that he found so far in the construction company.
Jake still had his people digging.
There was a reason this man had been targeted. It would be damned coincidental if it didn’t have something to do with the man’s father’s actions.
Jake looked at the other detective in the room. “You know I can’t be openly involved in the investigation. Not with what his father did to my niece.”
Callum nodded. He and his partner would do the follow up.
That ate at him. Every instinct he had told him this had something to do with the corruption case only he