“We were a little busy staying alive. Second, I consider the lack of fatalities a good thing. Don’t you?”
“Of course,” his suddenly red-faced interrogator huffed.
Lucas scowled at his clueless detective. “It took a while to get them to expend their ammo. And it took longer lining up shots that only wounded.”
I smiled. This came from the former spec ops warrior, who had trained for years to make every shot a kill shot.
When I reached where Peyton had been, Constance answered my question before I could ask it. “She wanted to wait for you, but they forced her to go to the hospital.”
Yup, my girl was a fighter.
“Hey, before you chase her, give me a hand with the boss.”
I raised a brow. “With what?”
“Check out his left side.”
I squinted and made out the small dark patch of wet material just below the left side of his vest. “Did he get hit? Why didn’t the paramedics treat him?”
She shook her head. “Stubborn coot refused treatment. I need you to keep him from leaving before I can patch him up.”
“Me and what other dozen guys?” I joked. Nobody told Lucas Hawk where he could and couldn’t go.
“You’re a SEAL. He’ll listen to you.”
“No, he won’t. SEALS are Navy. He was Delta, that’s Army.”
She shook her head.
Then it came to me. “Give me a minute. I have an idea.”
Peyton
The copI’d nicknamed Mr. No jumped in front of me. “No ma’am. You have to stay here.” His words were polite enough, but his demeanor was anything but.
I tried to go around him. After all that had happened, I really needed a long hug from Zane.
Mr. No cut me off. “Sorry, ma’am.”
This was the third time the two police officers had stopped me from walking across the large room. The police officers had replaced Lucifer as my captors.
Mindy, the nice paramedic who was treating me, shooed them away for a moment. For that, she was now one of my favorite people.
Her partner, Syd, was off to the side, engrossed in his phone.
“You really need to go to the hospital,” Mindy said. “To get these cuts looked at and, more importantly, a CT for that head bump.”
“No, thanks,” I said for the hundredth time. I wasn’t going anywhere without Zane. It had been a mistake to admit I’d hit my head when Lucifer threw me down back at the office.
“It’s the protocol,” she urged. “It won’t hurt.”
“I know.”
“Then you’ve had one before?”
I nodded. “About a week ago.”
“Then it’s extra important.”
