Page 216 of Obsession

“Are you sure?”

I opened my mouth but closed it again as a nurse walked past us. The three of us pressed closer to the wall, and I answered in a whisper.

“Yes, the same car. I saw it again the morning when we both went to help Iolanda.”

Harris looked down at the floor, frowning, while Shane watched us both.

“You didn’t tell me about it.” He scolded, and I scowled at him.

“You want me to remind you what you did earlier?”

He clicked his tongue. Everyone who passed in the corridor stared at us in shock or curiosity, especially the two men in front of me. Shane looked like a soldier ready to go to Afghanistan, and Harris looked no less dangerous, even though he was wearing a plain black T-shirt.

He was still deep in thought and there was the same frown on his forehead.

“What’s wrong?”

He licked his lips and looked towards the hospital door.

“Something doesn’t add up. I identified the guy back then. At least the car, because Ty couldn’t find any images of him showing his face when checking the cameras.”

I blinked in shock.

“You didn’t tell me that.”

“I didn’t need to, you were already scared enough.”

I clenched my fists to stop myself from making a scene in the middle of the hospital.

“Who was he?”

“A nobody! A fucking forty-year-old accountant who said he’d never in his life seen you. I beat him until I broke a few bones, but he didn’t change his statement. I’ve been watching him ever since, thinking he was a psychopath who targeted you at the store.”

I tried not to react any further, not to think about what he had kept from me, because I had enough problems already.

“Someone’s tampering with the plates,” Shane concluded, and Harris pressed his lips together.

“And it’s always a gray Range Rover,” I added.

“That’s probably on purpose, they want you to recognize it.”

A psychopath. Just like Adam had said. I remembered our conversation in the car, at least what he’d been able to tell me in those few seconds. I told them about it, and the horror on Harris’ face grew.

He understood things, I was sure of it, even if he didn’t tell me.

“I think I need to have another talk with your New York friend.”

The anger in his voice felt like a flame burning in the middle of a lake of gasoline. I knew he was about to explode, and nothing was going to stop it.

We got distracted by Shane’s phone, and he stepped away to answer it, leaving us alone. We looked at each other for a few seconds as Adam’s doctor came out. He seemed relieved when he reached us.

“Your friend is fine. The wound was deep and nasty, but nothing more than a muscle injury. His leg is broken and he’ll be in crutches for a few weeks, but his hand isn’t broken, just sprained.”

“Is he awake?” Harris asked before I could say anything.

“Yes, we’ve just taken him to his room.”

“Good,” he spoke through his teeth.

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