Better to just figure out who was trying to kill her, keep her safe, then send her on her way. He would do his best to forget about her once this was all over.
Finally, she was out of danger and wheeled to a private room. Drew followed. He called Max and assured him that Bethany was okay and that the doctors were confident that she would recover. He called Miguel and finally, three hours later, was able to get him to take Molson and Dr. Urshman’s statements. The train incident was under control, with only a few roads still blocked, freeing up some of the emergency crews in the area. Miguel took Drew’s statement as well, having to do it at the hospital since Drew wasn’t going to leave Bethany unguarded.
“I can bring in Ted Searson and David Ramesly for questioning. Without motive, we’re going to have a hard time making anything stick,” Miguel said quietly as they sat in Bethany’s room.
“I know,” Drew sighed. “But someone is trying to kill her, and my gut says the dad’s complicit while David Ramesly is pulling the strings. Dr. Urshman swears she didn’t prescribe the meds. She can’t prove she didn’t. Maybe Ted Searson will crack under questioning.”
“More than likely, he’ll just lawyer up,” Miguel stated. “This all has to do with a childhood memory on a boat?”
“As near as I can figure,” Drew nodded. “Now we have to wait for her to wake up and tell us what she knows. However, she was pretty drugged up. I doubt she’ll remember much of what just happened.”
Miguel looked at Bethany. “Private room. Pretty pricey.”
“She’s out of my league. I know,” Drew agreed. He didn’t need Miguel’s gentle reminder of that fact.
Miguel stood and put a hand on Drew’s shoulder. “You need anything, you let me know. Don’t fall too deep.”
Drew nodded. It was doomed before it even began. He tried to ignore the squeeze on his heart that had finally relaxed once the doctors said that Bethany would recover. “Let’s just figure this out so she’s safe and I can get her out of my life.”
“I’ll pull them in for questioning. The shrink too. She might have something further to say when she sees the inside of a jail cell,” Miguel exited the room.
Drew hoped so. He needed to get Bethany Searson out of his life.
A knock on the door drew his attention. Molson tossed him a set of keys. “Thought you might need those.”
Drew caught the keys and gave them a quick look. They were for his truck. “Thanks.”
“It’s parked out in the lot. All paid for and proper so don’t worry about no ticket,” Molson leaned against the wall. “I’m borrowing your motorcycle until later.”
Drew breathed in a calming breath. He supposed Molson deserved his bike for a little while since he’d been instrumental in saving Bethany’s life. “No dents, no illegal activity, no tickets, no speeding.”
“Sure thing,” Molson managed to sound just a touch offended. “Can I put a bumper sticker on it?”
“No!” Drew gave Molson a dirty look.
Molson smirked. “How’s Sugar?”
“Her name is Bethany,” Drew chided. “They say she’ll be fine. She’s woken up once but was disorientated. By tomorrow the drugs will be out of her system and she’ll likely be good to go.”
Molson nodded. “You gonna make a move on her when she’s done with this nearly getting killed business?”
Drew had an unamused laugh. “Not likely. She’s far too classy for me.”
“Why don’t you let her decide that? At least, give Sugar a chance to choose if you really are what she wants. She might be silly enough to go for you,” Molson left the room on that cryptic remark.
Drew leaned back in his uncomfortable chair. There were days where he wanted to throttle his younger brother. Actually, those were most days, he reflected.
No, he’d help her then do his best to forget about her.
Drew must have dozed off at some point. He blamed it on not getting enough sleep when Max was still in his apartment.
He wished he hadn’t slept though. That was sloppy of him, no matter his sleep deprived state. He was supposed to be keeping an eye on Bethany, since he’d chosen to become her self-appointed guardian.
Drew opened his eyes and listened. Bethany moved restlessly in the bed. She had been the noise that had awakened him. She murmured something in her sleep, thrashing against the blankets.
“Hey,” Drew stood up, and carefully gave her arm a little shake. “Bethany. You’re okay.”
She jerked awake, terrified.
