reached the hospital. Nick had to school his features into
a more professional mask as they inquired into JD’s room
number and rode the elevator up.
When they found the room, Hagan was there, and so was
Alex. She was sitting beside JD’s bed, filling him in on the
details he was still missing. They both looked up when Nick
and Kelly entered.
“Hey,” JD said with a tentative smile.
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“How you feeling?” Nick asked him. He moved closer,
giving Alex a nod in greeting.
“I’m okay,” JD scooted up a little in the bed, wincing and
holding to his side. “Alex says this isn’t the first time I’ve been shot, so . . . hey, no big deal, right?”
Nick smiled and patted JD’s arm, unable to quell the
urge to continue trying to comfort the man. He noticed a
stack of books on the table beside JD’s bed. They were all his
adventures, told by him.
“His story all checks out, O,” Hagan offered. “He was
taken from his hotel room in New York by a group that had
been contracted by a company called Sanco Pharmaceuticals.
Apparently it’s not uncommon for these big companies to
take unusual routes for miracle cures. First time one of them’s ended in kidnapping and murder, though.”
“Pharmaceutical companies after medieval scrolls,” Kelly
mused. “Sure, why not.”
“I’m sorry I kicked you in your transplant scar,” JD offered,
looking at Nick with what could only be described as hope.
Nick cocked his head, frowning. “How’d you know it was
there?”
“Saw it the night I was talking to your friend on the
phone.”