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“He was wrong,” he whispered. “He was my soulmate too. He was going to be my husband one day. I wish I died,” he added. “God. I wish they killed me. I can’t do this,” he said, heading back to the guest bedroom.
When he was gone, Gene sighed.
“That was bad.”
Oh, well, if he had to be up to his eyeballs in a mess, he was taking his man with him.
Ethan headed to his duffel bag, and pulled out Corbin’s absconded phone.
“Read the messages,” he said.
And Gene did.
When he finished, he tossed it back.
“I didn’t give him the phone. I should have given him his phone back. Maybe he would have told him what happened, and they would be together. Did I just cause this?” Ethan asked, feeling guilty.
Gene reassured him.
“No, this isn’t your fault. Honestly, we should stay out of it, EJ. When has it ever ended well for the messenger? Corbin is stubborn, and Will is now pissed. If we get involved…”
Yeah, honestly, Gene didn’t know.
Would it help?
With Corbin in this condition…
Likely not.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Washington D.C.
The Hospital
Charlie’s Room
It was like déjà vu all over again.
What Charlie knew was he was in restraints, his arms locked to the rails of the bed.
And that he was pissed.
Not only had he been drugged once, but during the night, when he tried to get out of bed, they’d drugged him again.
To be compliant.
Why?
It was all because he wanted to go see his daughter. She was on a case, and he had to get to her. His gut said she was in terrible danger.
That she’d die if he didn’t help her.
Now, he needed to get the hell out of there.
Sam had gone to the brownstone to get him some clothes, and he was stuck there.
Like a prisoner.
