"Oh yeah, forgot that part."
"I'd better check this guy out."
"Hey." David grabbed my shoulder when I started to turn away. "Despite them being police officers, don't let your guard down. They think we're that bad guys right now, remember? If there is a chance for them to take you out to create a distraction or use you as a hostage to get away, they'll take it."
"Oh, I have already been informed that I am headed to prison because I am a backroom mob doctor."
David's eyebrows snapped together. "Who said that?"
I glanced back at the group of men sitting on the driveway and then pointed to the one who had given me a hard time. "That guy there. The one with the butterfly bandage on the side of his head."
David walked down the steps and then grabbed the guy I'd indicated and pulled him to his feet.
"Leave me alone!" the guy shouted as he tried to wiggle away.
"Shut up before I kick your ass all the way back to the academy." David escorted the guy over to the steps and then made him sit down on the top one. He gestured to one of the guards. "Keep this one here. I think Sal and Jerry are going to want to talk to him."
"Yes, sir," the guard replied.
I turned back to the injured guy. "Can you sit him down somewhere?"
If he'd taken a serious tumble, standing might not be in his best interest. Besides, it would be easier to check him over if he was sitting down.
Once he was sitting on the ground, I grabbed the penlight out of my bag and began checking him over. My initial assessment from just looking at him was confirmed when I examined him. The man had a concussion and needed a hospital.
"David?"
When the man walked over to stand before me, I leaned into him a little.
"Skip?'
Right.
"This officer needs a hospital, as does the gunshot wound. I know you said they wouldn't send an ambulance in until the scene was secured, but is there someone that can take them to the hospital in their car or something? I'm worried about them."
"Let me go talk to Sal real quick. Maybe one of Brant's guys can take them in."
"I wouldn't ask, but I don't think these two can wait."
"No, I know." David brushed our lips together and then started up the steps. "I'll be right back."
I glanced back at the men sitting on the driveway while I waited for David to come back. I didn't understand why they had raided the estate if they were supposed to be police officers. Was this part of that dick-measuring contest Sal had talked about?
Didn't they understand that people could have died?
"Skip?"
I glanced toward the house. David was walking out with two of Brant's men and Jerry. "Can you get them to the hospital?"
"These two are going to drive them in, but Jerry wants to talk to them first."
"Oh, okay."
I stepped over to stand next to David and watched as the two guards got the officer with the bullet wound and carried him over to the steps, setting him down next to the one with the head wound.
Jerry squatted down in front of them and started talking. I couldn't hear exactly what he said, but both men turned white before nodding quickly.
When Jerry stood up and walked toward us, my curiosity got the better of me. "What did you say to them?"
