Deadly Secrets by Jaycee Clark

Author:Jaycee Clark
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mysteries & Thrillers
Published: 2013-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

“You can see her now,” a nurse said. “We’ve moved her into a regular ICU room. She probably won’t be there too long. But while she is, only two at a time, okay?”

Quin just stood there. He could see her now?

What the hell would he say to her?

“I didn’t know, Brody. How could she not tell me?” he asked his cousin for the umpteenth time.

Brody’s hard blue eyes held no mercy. “I don’t know. I can’t imagine what you’re going through,” he said, slapping him on the shoulder. “But we’re all behind you, you know that, right?”

“Someone hurt her, though. They hurt her. I’m so . . . so . . . fucking pissed and I can’t . . . I don’t . . .” He took a deep breath.

Brody cleared his throat. “I get that, I do. But as you said, she called you and tried to explain. She did tell you, late, but she did. She was scared. They just got her before . . .”

“Before I could,” he finished.

“So she doesn’t need an angry husband right now. Though, granted, you’ve every right to be. She’s alone, she’s scared, she’s confused, and no, she’s terrified. Worst case, the baby died, Quinlan. Best case, someone took the baby from her. Whether she told you earlier or not, should have let you know as soon as she knew or not, is irrelevant right now. Since we’ve been here, we’ve learned that she was perfect for whomever did this. Alone and without a family to help her. They targeted her, preyed on her, terrorized her, if the snippets of cop talk I heard are true. And stole her child—”

“Our child.” He glared at his cousin he loved like a brother. “Our child. Everyone’s said ‘baby,’ I don’t know if she had a name picked out for our daughter.”

Brody was quiet for a moment and then said, “Just . . . keep a cool head. She’s in a fragile place, Quin. Just be careful with her.”

“Christ, what do you think I’m going to do to her, Brody?” With that he stalked off and left Brody standing outside the doors of the hallway. The nurse stood waiting patiently for him.

Scared. She had been so scared on the phone.

Ligature marks.

“ . . . you’d be talking to the medical examiner . . .”

Bastards.

He knew she’d been scared. And preyed on and targeted.

What he was pissed about was that she didn’t have to be. She—and their child, their baby girl—could have been safely at home.

Why? Why? Why the hell hadn’t she just told him sooner?

He was pissed he’d missed out on everything.

Enraged he didn’t get to hear the damned heartbeat or feel a kick.

But was that really important right now?

He took another deep breath and tried to calm down, tried to focus.

No. No, it wasn’t.

So he’d swallow his damned anger and make sure Ella was okay.

And they’d damned well find their baby and the bastards that had done all this.

After that?

He wasn’t going to worry about that just yet.

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