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I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see me.

“Let me know about his test results and what he decides to do.”

“I will. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Thanks for the update.”

“I told you I would.”

“And you’re a man of your word.”

“Like Shawn was.”

I wasn’t sure why he had to bring Shawn into the conversation, but I replied with a wistful, “Yeah,” then ended the call.

Chapter Fifteen

Adam

The orderly wheeled me back to my room after my CT scan.

I wouldn’t call myself claustrophobic, but I didn’t enjoy being stuck in a tube for twenty minutes like a sardine in a can.

Brian was waiting in my room, along with an older man, also in a police uniform, who looked an awful lot like him. And the guy had four stars on his collar along with the word “CHIEF” on his badge.

“Did you find the guy?” I asked as I stood to move from the wheelchair to the bed. It was hard to act dignified in a hospital gown with the breeze blowing on my bare ass.

Brian shook his head. “No, but we found the bat he used and dusted it for prints.”

“You’re not going to find anything. He wore gloves.”

“Actually, there was a partial print on the handle.”

“Really?” I swung my legs onto the bed, careful not to flash my junk in the process. I knew the fingerprint wouldn’t be from me since I’d kicked the bat. Maybe there was hope.

The older man interjected. “We’re running it in the IAFIS database to see if there are any matches. We should know something this afternoon.” He smiled and offered his hand, which I took. “I’m Angus O’Shaughnessy—chief of police.”

I glanced at Brian and before I could even ask, he rolled his eyes and said, “Yes, he’s my dad.”

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

“How are you feeling?” Angus asked.

“Like I got hit in the head with a baseball bat,” I quipped as I situated the blanket over my legs.

“I saw the video. You were pretty impressive, both in your restraint and how you neutralized the threat without a weapon or even handcuffs.”

“They taught us in officer training to use what we have available.”

The corner of the man’s mouth lifted. “Well, you certainly did that.” He walked toward the window as he continued. “I’m assuming since you went to officer training you have a bachelor’s degree?”

“Yeah, in criminal justice.”

He turned around with raised eyebrows.

“Does that mean you’re interested in being a cop?”

“I wanted to join the FBI, but,” I raised my left hand. “That’s probably no longer feasible, so I’m exploring my options. My brother, Alan’s going to hire me to work on one of his construction crews until I figure out my next move.” I tilted my head. “Why?”

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