“Maybe you should get some rest too.”
I nodded. I needed some sleep. Even an hour sounded like heaven. But I knew I was in for a long night. Either staying here beside Jean, or going back to the station to pick up on the research Myra was not getting done.
A soft knock rapped on the door, and then the doctor was there. She smiled. “Good news. It’s just a break and a sprain and some scrapes and bruising. No concussion, no other damage. We’d like to keep her overnight, so we’re going to cast her arm and move her to a room.”
And just like that, it felt like things were looking up.
It took some maneuvering to get us out of the room, and then Jean awake and situated so that there was space for the cart with the supplies and the doctor.
Jame was leaning against the wall, his eyes slit, arms crossed, mostly asleep on his feet.
“I’ll stay with Jean when they move her to her room. You take him home and make him sleep.” Myra said.
“Not tired,” he mumbled.
Liar.
“I’m staying here,” I said.
“She’ll be sleeping and I’ll be here watching after her. Get Jame home. Make him rest.”
“Make me.” He huffed.
“Delaney, just let me take the first shift with Jean. Get some food, and a half hour nap, then check in with me.”
“I don’t like leaving you here alone. Both of you alone with all these people.”
“Are you listening to yourself?” The smile she gave me was a wry twist of her lips. “I’m going to check in with Ryder. See if he’s got Hatter and Shoe squared away. I’m going to follow up on the list of possible places Ben might be held.”
“Yancy said it was dark and cold and ‘near to us but oceans away’.”
“What are you thinking?”
“Ship maybe? Boathouse? Somewhere on the other side of a bay? Something that would make the ‘oceans away’ comment make sense.”
“God angle?”
I nodded. “I’d thought about that. Oceans away makes me think Poseidon, but seriously, would Poseidon throw in with that monster against us?”
“Maybe not willingly.”
“Okay. Sure. He’s usually making some dumb decision or another. I’ll check with him after I get Jame settled.”
“Jame will not be settled,” he said.
Myra and I exchanged a long look. Yeah, I was going to have to wrestle the werewolf to make him get some sleep before he passed out on me. Taking him home made the most sense. Which meant Myra was right. Again.
Darn it.
“You suck,” I whispered.
She beamed.
“Okay. Come on, Jame. We need to get you home.”
“I’m not sleeping.”
“Fine. But you’re going to need food, and I am too, and we both have blood on us, and we both need a change of clothes.”
