Aiden swung his gaze to me. “Good timing, Angel.”
“She’s definitely our angel,” the blond guy said. “We’d be dead if she hadn’t run over that motorcycle and caused such a ruckus.” His expression remained somber. “I’m Drag.”
“Anna,” I whispered.
A slight grin played on his mouth. “I know.”
An engine exploded from one of the cars. Aiden put his body between me and the debris before relaxing. “Which Lordes members?”
Drag eyed the few Lordes members gathered over by a police car. They milled around, looking lost as their home burned. “Jale, Carbine, Crash, and Lewis are all unaccounted for. Nobody knows if they were in the buildings or not.”
Carbine and Crash? The night came flying back. “Where is Kay? She had me at gunpoint.” I grabbed Saber’s arm. “She shot an officer at my house.”
Aiden motioned Saber out. Then he stepped up, moving the vehicle. “Kay is on the way to the hospital with a concussion and broken leg, at a minimum. Since she had a gun and you were driving like crazy, I figured something was up, so I sent an officer with her. Are you up to telling me what happened?” He sat on the bench and wiped soot off my chin. His touch was gentle even though his gaze was street hard.
“Yeah.” The sound of the fire was unreal. Loud and somehow creepily merry. I could see why Barensky was entranced by it, but right now, fear kept me cold. “Kay thought I killed Sasha and Bev and wanted to get to me before I got to her.” I stiffened. “Oh, yeah. She said that Carbine and Crash told her to crash the truck into my car. The Lordes wanted to hurt me, but she didn’t know why.”
Aiden cocked his head. “What the hell?”
I shrugged and then regretted it as my neck protested with a jolt of pain.
Aiden leaned toward the door. “Saber? Put BOLOs out on all four Lordes members. We’ll assume they’re alive for now until we can get into the buildings.”
Saber hustled toward one of the state police vehicles.
“Get an update on the cop from Anna’s house, would you?” Aiden called after him.
“Thank you.” I watched more debris fall onto the Chevy I’d driven. “Why would Carbine and Crash want me hurt?” It didn’t make any sense.
“I hope we get the chance to ask them.” Aiden watched the northern building burn. The firefighters were slowly getting the fires under control. “I gave the order for everyone to stay clear of you, so it wasn’t to gain my favor. They’d better still be alive.”
The southern building gave a loud pop, and shingles flew in every direction.
Aiden stretched out of the ambulance and motioned for Drag. “You need to get checked out, Angel. Drag is going to be with you until I can get there.”
Drag hustled up to take Aiden’s place.
“I think I’m okay,” I said.
“Let’s make sure. I’ll call you as soon as I can.” Aiden shut the ambulance door.
Drag balanced on the bench and then reached across my legs. “Hi. I’m Drag.”
The paramedic smiled and shook his hand. “Sharon.”
I lay back down and closed my eyes. Just briefly. As soon as we reached the hospital, I was going home to rest. Period.
I hadto give it to Aiden. He knew me pretty well. My sisters were already waiting at the hospital when the ambulance arrived. While I tried to talk them into taking me home, they were united in their determination to make sure I was all right. So I saw Dr. Springfield, had an MRI, and then settled back in a hospital bed with one of them on each side as dawn finally arrived. We’d been there for hours, and I was done. “I can go home,” I muttered, pulling the blanket up to cover the ugly hospital gown.
“Not until we get your results,” Donna countered, flipping through a magazine she’d snatched from the waiting room.
Nick Basanelli ran into the room, obviously having just jumped out of bed. His hair was mussed, his jeans threadbare, and his T-shirt inside out.
I blinked.
He looked at the three of us. “Where’s my grandmother?”
My mouth dropped open. “Huh?”
