Fuck. I was hoping this would be easy so she didn’t have to deal with any more disappointment.
“Hey.” I wrap my arm around her waist from behind, and tug her backwards out of the room before spinning her to face me. “This is nothing but a bump in the road. I’ll get Andrea to find the records of the nurse who was working that day with Dr Madden.”
Abbey’s cheeks flare hot with frustration, but still she nods, not ready to give up.
JD calls Zimora, telling him about our find and the scene here at the hospital, and I send Murf and Trunk back up to the maternity floor to ask for Andrea’s help with the records for the other nurse.
“Either someone knew we were coming and wanted to make sure we didn’t get the information we wanted…” Smitty grunts as he comes to stand with me and my wife. “Or, and I hate to say this out loud, Abbey, but other people know your daughter is alive.”
She nods quickly, her sweet eyes hard with anger.
“Either scenario isn’t good,” she snaps as the tension starts to coil tight in her body again.
“Let’s find the security room.” Smitty claps his hands together overdramatically. “It’s time to watch some reality TV.”
That makes Abbey laugh, and she shakes her head.
“Has anyone told you that you’re crazy?”
Smitty shrugs. “You’re the first for today. It’s a common daily occurrence.”
I grin, because he’s fucking right.
I have to say though, I’m a little fucking surprised he showed up today. I told him I was going hunting, but didn’t fucking invite him to come along since this isn’t actually club business, something he’s been very fucking vocal to me about.
He’s given me so much fucking grief over everything I’ve done for Abbey, even fucking insisting I marry her so it would be more acceptable for the club to be helping.
And while that part is something I didn’t mind, it hasn’t really stopped Smitty’s fucking digs about club resources being used for personal situations.
But there’s one thing a guy like Nate Smith can’t ignore, and that’s when a child is in danger.
I guess it doesn’t matterwhyhe’s here. It just matters that he is, and I’m fucking thankful for it, even if he is a fucking loose cannon.
We go in search of the security room, finding it on the first floor, but whoever came here took care of this room probably soon after enteringthe building. Blood sprays the walls, a dead guy slumped in the chair in front of a wall of shot up monitors, and all hard drives have been removed.
“Fuck,” JD hisses, shaking his head. “You think this was Allen’s men?”
I shake my head. “Not cops, but maybe someone he’s paying. Either that or Banes has ties to black market hitmen.”
“So, not only am I not safe, but now my baby isn’t either… again.”
Abbey’s snarky tone has Smitty taking a step back, and not for the first time I clock that he’s fucking terrified of my wife when she’s angry.
Probably because she doesn’t obey him like a puppet.
I grin at that, because the old her would have.
“We need to give her something to take her anger out on.” Smitty leans close but speaks loud enough for Abbey to hear.
“I could take it out on you, Nate.”
“You could, yes. But that wouldn’t be a fair fight… For you. I am a man.”
Abbey scoffs. “You are a—”
“Anyone feel like going on a rampage?” Murf chuckles as he strides towards us holding some papers.
“Yes!” Smitty barks, quickly putting space between him and Abbey. “Where? And who?”
