Harley (In the Company of Snipers Book 4) by Irish Winters

Author:Irish Winters [Winters, Irish]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Windy Days Press
Published: 2014-08-23T00:00:00+00:00

Eighteen

Harley had no more than fallen asleep when Raj returned, a scowl on his face.

“Thanks for sending Mark and Libby,” Judy said before he could spill the bad news she could read in his eyes. “Mark was exactly who Harley needed.”

Raj shrugged. “No big deal. I figured he’d relate better to another military guy.”

“They’re back again, aren’t they? The FBI, I mean.”

“They never left.” Raj looked over his shoulder at the porthole window in the door. “You need to know. Mr. Johnston’s involved now.”

Judy cringed. Mr. Johnston, the hospital administrator, was all about following correct protocol, something she hadn’t adhered to since she’d shown up last night. It was early Sunday morning. Careers were now at risk.

“I can’t let the FBI take him, Raj. They’ll treat him like a criminal. I won’t be able to get near him. What can I do?”

Raj deliberated for all of one second. “Where’s that gentleman you came in with last night?”

“Good idea. See if Alex is still in the hospital. Hurry. Tell him I need him.” Her heart thudded. She never thought she’d live to see the day she’d need Alex Stewart again.

But she was too late. As Raj opened the door to leave, there stood an unhappy hospital administrator with FBI Agent Holman at his heels. “Miss O’Brien,” Mr. Johnston said sternly. “Is what I’m hearing true? Is your friend the sniper who’s been terrorizing D.C.? And you’ve been hiding him in my hospital?”

“No. They’re wrong. It’s a lie.”

Agent Holman huffed as he angled through the doorway to stand one step ahead of Mr. Johnston. “Not according to the warrant a federal judge signed in the middle of the night. He’s ours. Take a step back and think about what you’re doing, Miss O’Brien.”

She blinked at that thinly veiled threat. What exactly was she doing besides protecting a defenseless victim from a bully? Judy moved between Harley’s bed and Agent Holman. “He’s not going anywhere.”

“Now Nurse O’Brien.” Mr. Johnston’s normally strong voice turned thin and appeasing. He meant to give Harley up. She could hear it in his voice.

“No,” she barked. “He’s sick. He stays.”

Agent Holman’s right cheek hooked into a patronizing smirk. His eyes narrowed. “You think you and your friends are big enough to take on the FBI, do you?”

Judy turned to Mr. Johnston. “Sir. Please. You know Harley and me. I’ve called his neurologist and VA counselor. I’d recommend we wait until—”

“Not going to happen.” Agent Holman already had a pair of handcuffs opened in his hand. “You might have friends in high places, Miss O’Brien, but this cold-blooded murderer does not. No one can help him now.”

“Mr. Mortimer does require a specific regimen,” Mr. Johnston offered.

“And I care about that why?” Holman stepped around Judy and snapped the cuffs onto one of Harley’s wrists, the other end onto the bedrail. “Plenty of boys like him come back from the war whining and crying. Bunch of cowards if you ask me. We know how to take care of him.”

“Sir, you really cannot cuff a patient like that,” Mr.

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