Page 115 of Fatal Vision
Being humbled by your body after an injury sucked, especially when your mind was in working order and you had things to do.
It could drive you crazy.
She was all too familiar with that brand of crazy.
Luckily, her brain was doing better. Her vision hadn’t deserted her since the bombing. Her leg was healing, too, which Colton attributed to the sex, but she knew was due to time, her driving need to put Theo in jail, and her even stronger desire to repair her marriage.
She tapped the chair. “We need to visit someone before we leave.”
“Connor was just here. He said Sabrina’s sleeping after her first therapy session and Jon is a cranky SOB and we should stay away from him. We can come back later. Bring Jon a casserole and a crossword.” They still had dozens of casseroles stacked in the parish’s fridge. “He’ll love that.”
From the evil look on Colton’s face, Jon wouldnotlove that. Theo’s bullet had nicked a rib and collapsed one of Jon’s lungs. He was due to get out of the hospital in the next 24 hours but couldn’t fly until the doctor gave the okay. Beatrice had already threatened to move a temporary office to Good Hope since she had four of her people there already.
“Besides,” Colton muttered, “I want to get out of this hellhole.”
God, he was as ornery as they came. A caged animal.
“It’s not Sabrina or Jon.” She bumped his leg with the wheelchair’s foot rest. “So get in and hush or I’ll leave you here and do this interrogation without you.”
“Interrogation?” His entire face lit up. “I thought Theo had already been transferred to Oklahoma City.”
“He’s actually going all the way to DC.” Theo was in jail, bail denied, awaiting a trial that she was going to be front and center for. He’d fooled her too many times for her to feel happy about. Hell, he’d even dropped a bug into her wheelchair of all things when she and Colton had gone to the office! He’d gotten an earful.
Plus, the fact he’d tried to kill her, not once, but three times. She couldn’t wait to put him away for good. “We’re going to see someone else.”
Colton eyed her suspiciously, then grumbled under his breath as he shifted from the recliner to the wheelchair. “Okay, but make it quick. I need some decent food and a beer.”
“No beer. You’re still on medication.”
“I’m not taking any meds.”
Bullheaded man. She wheeled him out of the room and down the hall while he badgered her with questions. “Your mother all right?”
“She’s back to her normal self.”
“Reverend Jack? I assume he’s rubbing his hands together in anticipation of reaming me out.”
Colton outweighed her by at least seventy pounds. Pushing him took effort, but the simple fact that she wasn’t the one in the wheelchair made her quite happy. “He’s actually thankful you shot Theo to save my life.”
“He thinks I saved your life?”
“You did, numbskull.” Colton had saved her in many ways since his return. “He’s very grateful to you for the first time ever, I think, and yes, he believes you saved me, which you did. In theory, it should have been the easiest thing in the world for me to incapacitate Agent Ingram after what he did. In reality, standing there, looking him in the eye while considering taking his life was daunting.”
“You would have pulled the trigger.”
“I’m glad you shot first.”
The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on her as they waited for the elevator. Two years ago, she’d shot first and Colton had taken the blame for her. The other night at the house, her hand had trembled as she stared down a serial killer across the black barrel of his weapon.
In some ways, Shelby understood Theo’s hatred. His need for revenge over what had happened to his half-brother. If Colton had ended up like Peter Moore, she’d have felt the same burning rage inside her.
That didn’t excuse what he’d done.
Theo had thought he was infallible. He’d hunted serial killers for a living. Knew how they thought, how they operated. Slipping into that mindset, into that skin, had been easy for him. He’d thought he was being clever when she’d started linking the deaths of the vets together, sending her to Good Hope to keep her out of the way. He’d wanted to make sure she didn’t find anything to connect to him. He’d even removed information from her files after she came out of the coma, hoping her memories wouldn’t return.
Then they had. The night she’d met Colton at their house three months ago, she’d suspected her boss was up to something involving the case. The missing link had been Wyatt Evers. She hadn’t understood his connection to the others, even after speaking to his wife, and had hoped Colton could explain it.
Now, she had the story, but she wanted the details straight from the horse’s mouth.
