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“Ah, yes.” The man cleared his throat and straightened his shoulders as he recognized who it was. “The fetal heartbeat is strong. We did a thorough examination and spoke with her doctor. Everything is fine.”

“Are you releasing her?”

“She is insisting on going home.”

“I will take her.” The tone of his voice left no room for argument, and Michael nodded.

“I will just go and talk to her for a minute.”

“Do that,” Flynn told him curtly.

*****

“How angry is he?”

“Let’s just say that I would not want to be those two men who tried to get rid of you earlier.” Dragging a chair towards the bed, he sat and examined her face. “You don’t look the worst for wear. Now,” He took her hands in his. “Now, suppose you tell me what the hell is going on? I thought you dropped Daley's case.”

Her eyes shied away from his to stare at the plain cream wall of the private room. “Not quite.”

Her eyes flew back to his face as he took out a breath. “So, Daley is trying to make a point.”

“Some point,” she muttered. “I dug up some new evidence against him, and we have a new witness.”

Michael stared at her so long that she started to fidget. “What?”

“Your one-track mind is going to be the death of you.”

“Thanks.” She mumbled.

“The man is dangerous.”

“I already know that.”

“And still, you persist in trying to get an arrest and conviction. Is it ego or just you doing your job?” he asked her bluntly.

“What do you think?” She flared.

“I don’t know what to think. This guy is serious to the point of sending men after you.

Who is this person who is brave or foolish enough to want to come out and testify against him?”

“His former girlfriend. She wants revenge.”

“I see.” He stared at her for another few humming seconds. “Has she been compromised?”

“She said he has been around more than usual and asking strange questions.”

“Then the answer to that is yes. Have you called her recently?”

“No. Considering that I was almost sent to my death and was rushed to the hospital, I have been swamped. And I hope that in doing your ‘duty, ' you did not call my mother.”

He grinned at her. “No. I just made one call.”

“Why did you?”

“Because it seems like things are heating up between you two.”

“It’s not.”

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