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“Doctor Harrison, can you access the hospital's records and system from home?” I ask.

“Yes, actually,” he replies. “But it’s supposed to be safe.”

Not if you know how to crack it. And if I do, then maybe Joseph does too.

“Where do you keep the computer?” I ask.

“In my office,” he replies. “Locked up at all times.”

“And no one in your home or anyone that may have visited would have had access to it?” I ask, and his face sours.

“Listen, Ms. Middleton, I appreciate you trying to help, but what we really need at this time is to keep this quiet until it’s sorted,” Doctor Harrison insists, not even bothering to answer my question. “But if you hear anything more, please let me know.”

“Of course,” I say. “You have my utmost cooperation. I wouldn’t want something like this to happen again.”

“I appreciate it,” he says as I get up to leave. It’s obvious from his reaction that he knows it might not have been kept as secure as he claims, I think to myself. So, now it really is on me to get to the bottom of it. Like Nancy Drew, I’m going to crack the case no matter what. Both Eli and Elijah deserve justice.

Chapter sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

“Eli! How’s my best buddy doing today?” Mitch says as he walks into my room, interrupting the mindless boredom I’ve been stuck in since the boys left.

“Hey there,” I say, flashing him a smile.

“Well look at you, no more peeking at you through all those wraps,” Mitch replies, pointing to my head.

“Yeah, but they shaved my head and I look like a doofus,” I say with a sigh. “But it feels better this way than with those bandages on.”

“Eh, it’s only hair,” he replies with a shrug, “it’ll grow back.”

“I suppose you’re right. But until then, I’m definitely not winning any beauty contests, that’s for sure,” I say with a chuckle.

“I don’t know, there’s plenty of pretty bald men and women out there,” Mitch teases.

“Yeah, but I’m not interested in other women,” I say.

“Oh?”

“I’ve actually got my eye on someone here,” I say.

“Really?” Mitch replies. “Who’s the lucky gal?”

“Mm-hmm, one of the nurses here, actually,” I say.

“Well dang, Cassanova! Good for you!” Mitch says with a mile-wide grin, sitting down next to me.

“You might know her,” I say. “I guess I’m supposed to, too. . .”

“Please tell me you ain’t talking about that Darla, are you?”

“Actually, I am,” I reply. “She’s an amazing nurse.”

“She’s a maternity ward nurse, what is she doing down here?” Mitch asks, seemingly shocked. “She hates ICU work.”

“Not sure, but this is where she works,” I say with a shrug. “According to the boys, she’s my girlfriend. . . Or she was, before the accident.”

“Eli—”

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