Page 65 of Deadly Designs

“We had the green light. Everything after that is ablur.”

A woman in a white coat with a stethoscope around herneck entered the room. Her black hair was pulled back from herface, and she wore silver wire-rimmed glasses. Her brows narrowedas she scanned the people in the room.

“Ms. Parrish, I’m Doctor Palmer.” She picked up thechart at the end of her bed and read whatever was there. When sheclosed it, she removed her glasses. “Do you want to clear the roomwhile we discuss your injuries?”

“No. I want them to stay.”

“Okay. You have a slight concussion, but the x-rayswere clear, along with various scrapes and cuts. You werefortunate.”

“I can go home then?”

“I’m afraid not. You lost consciousness for anextended period. You need to spend the night so we can monitor forany signs of additional damage. Head trauma isn’t something toignore.”

Presley opened her mouth, probably to argue aboutgoing home, but Chrisitan said, “What time can we pick her up inthe morning?” He felt guilty since he wouldn’t want to stay either,but Presley was injured on his op, so he called the shots.

“Ten or so. That will give us enough time to evaluateher.”

After a few more questions, the doctor left.

“Thanks a lot,” Presley grumbled. “I hatehospitals.”

“You heard her,” Aja Blue scolded. “You don’t messaround with head injuries.”

Kayne returned. “Detective Herbert’s in surgery for abroken foot, and she’s being monitored for a head injury.”

“I’m going to see if I can find someone from herdepartment,” Christian said.

“The waiting room is full of cops,” Kayne toldhim.

“I’ll be back.”

He took the elevator to the first floor. Signspointed him to the emergency room. Kayne had been right. The placewas packed with officers in uniforms. Christian scanned the crowdand spotted the man he was looking for.

Captain Parsa looked up when Christian approached.“Mr. Zamora.”

He held out his hand. “Captain Parsa. Do you have aminute?”

“Sure.” He tipped his head. “Let’s talk overthere.”

They moved away from the others to an empty hallway.“How is Detective Herbert?”

“We’re waiting on word.” Parsa shook his head. “Hercar was destroyed. Thank goodness for airbags and safety features.One of your people was with her?”

“Yes. Presley Parrish. She has a concussion butshould be released tomorrow.”

“Good.”

“Do you know what happened?”

Parsa’s jaw clenched. “It was a hit. The truck wasparked along the curb. The driver waited until Herbert movedthrough the intersection before plowing into her. He tried to getout and run, but bystanders tackled him and held him until backuparrived. He’s being questioned now but admitted that he’d been paidto do it.”

“By who?”

“That we don’t know yet. He lawyered up.”

“How did he know where she would be?”

“Someone slipped a tracker on her car.”

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