Reckless Whisper by Barbara Freethy

Author:Barbara Freethy [Freethy, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Fog City Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-06-23T04:00:00+00:00

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Bree put her phone into her bag when they turned into the hospital parking lot. She didn't know how much time she would have before Tracy and the other agents caught up to her, but she hoped to speak to Lindsay before then.

They checked in at the information desk and then headed to the fifth-floor surgical center. There was a police officer stationed outside a small waiting room. Bree was happy to see that someone was watching out for Lindsay.

She showed her badge to the officer, who then allowed her and Nathan to enter the room.

Lindsay was sitting with her father, who looked angry and protective of the fragile woman he had his arm around.

When Lindsay saw them, she jumped to her feet. "Did you find Hayley?"

She hated to dash the hope out of her eyes. "Not yet," she said emphasizing the second word of her reply.

"I don't understand what has happened. The police said that Mark went to pay a ransom at the silos and that someone shot him. He told me he was going to work. He told you that, too," she said to Nathan.

"He did," Nathan agreed. "But he didn't do that. He apparently answered a ransom call."

"Who shot Mark? Where is Hayley? What's going on?" Lindsay asked, her eyes pleading for more information.

"Why don't we sit down, Lindsay?" she suggested. "I have a couple of questions."

"More questions?" her father interrupted. "Isn't it about time someone brought us some answers?"

"We're doing everything we can," Bree said, knowing her words would do nothing to console them. "I can tell you that the person who was meeting Mark is dead. But it looks like he was not acting alone. And Hayley was not with him."

Lindsay bit down on her lip. "Is she more in danger now, because they didn't get the money?"

"I wish I could answer you; I just don't know. I hope not."

"You hope not," Lindsay's father said scornfully. "Like that does us any good."

"It's okay, Dad," Lindsay said. "Let me talk to them. Maybe you could call Mom and check in on the kids. Make sure they're not watching the TV. I don't want them to see any news about their father."

"Are you sure you want to do this alone?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"All right. I'll be back in a few minutes."

As her father left, Lindsay turned back to them, her gaze running down Nathan's shirt. Her face paled. "That's blood on your sleeve. Is that—" Lindsay put a hand to her mouth and then stumbled back into the chair she'd recently vacated. "It's Mark's blood, isn't it? I can't lose my husband, too. I just can't."

Bree took the empty chair next to her, while Nathan pulled over a chair and sat across from them.

"This is a really good hospital, Lindsay, and the doctors are going to do everything they can to save Mark's life," Nathan said.

"Were you there when Mark was shot?" Confusion filled her eyes again. "How were you there, Nathan? You were at my house.

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