“That’s good, because there’s more.” He cups the back of his neck with his palm as he cracks his neck in frustration. “Finney was knifed in the cafeteria today, bled out on the floor.”
I turn away and curse under my breath. “Fuck!” When I turn back to him, I say, “We just got him to sign the fucking witness papers.”
Corbett nods his head. “Yeah, he pretty much signed his death warrant when he did that.”
Fuck!
Finney and Kinley in the same day, almost at the same time. “Sounds like a coordinated attack. Kill the two people who are a threat.”
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing Sanders is a shit shot.”
“What about Finney? Do they know who did it?”
He shakes his head. “Nah. It was a walk-by. They didn’t even know he had been stabbed until he fell off his seat.”
“Back to square fucking one.” I remember why I’m out here and give him a pat on the shoulder. “I’m supposed to be getting water. Will you check in on Swan?”
“Sure thing, boss.”
As I turn to the nurses’ desk to ask where I can get water, I see a man standing by the double doors that separate the waiting room from the ER exam rooms. He’s dressed well, and he’s watching me. Our eyes are locked, me trying to figure out who he is while he looks at me like he’s daring me to do something.
The hair on my neck stands up, he must be one of Ghost’s men. He has to be. Who else would be here? In the ER with Kinley?
As I take a step toward him, he turns and walks out the double doors into the waiting room.
“Stop! Stop right there!” I yell as he disappears into the crowd of people on the other side of the doors.
Pulling my gun from its holster and holding it down in front of me, I hurry to the waiting room and look around, but I don’t see him. Pushing through the people, who are making a path for me when they see my gun, to the front doors, I step outside onto the sidewalk where the ambulances are parked and running near the doors.
He could be anywhere. There are people, cars, and emergency vehicles in every direction. I step toward the mostobvious hiding places and move between the ambulances that would create the most cover. He’s not behind any of them.
Fuck!
Walking back to the sidewalk, I keep my gun at my side in my hand and look around, knowing I won’t find him and not wanting to put too much space between me and Kinley.
When I turn and walk back into the waiting room, a nurse is standing close. “I called security.”
Trying not to scowl at her, I nod.
Just great, more fucking paperwork.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
KINLEY
“YOU’RE STAYINGin the big house.” Mason’s voice is firm as he squares off with me in the kitchen, his finger pointed at the floor like he used to do when we were kids. Dad and Gray are standing to his side, leaning on the counter, and Marley and Jax are on the other side of the island, each of them holding a baby.
I just forced down a pain pill the size of a tranquilizer and washed down the nasty taste it left in my mouth and set my water glass on the island in front of me.
The only person on my side is standing behind me like a shadow, ready to catch me if he’s needed. It was slow but steady, creeping up on me a little every day, but he’s my safe place now.
Leaning on my crutches, I tilt my head as I refuse to let Mason intimidate me with his stare. I’m too tired to fight anddon’t want this to turn into an all of them against me argument, at least not right now. “I’m not going to argue with you, Mason.”
Standing on my good leg, I pick up a crutch, and say, “I can’t even go up and down the stairs right now.”
Mason hangs one hand on his hip, his eyebrows pulled down in frustration, and grabs the bill of his cap with the other to scratch the top of his head. He’s no doubt as hot as I am over the direction the conversation has taken, but I’m not going to stay in the house with all the babies.
It’s too dangerous.
