Page 63 of Found By You
Greg held my hand, his eyes softening. “But come back to me.”
His gaze was drawn to something behind me. I turned to find that McCrae had approached.
McCrae took a step back. “Sorry, I’ll let you talk.”
“No,” Greg said, still looking at McCrae. “Will you take care of her until this mess gets sorted out?”
McCrae nodded solemnly. “Yes. I just talked to the lead on this, and he’s working with my brother back in Refuge Falls and the state police there. They have called in the FBI.”
“Good.” Greg turned back to me. “I’ll be fine. Like I said, please go with McCrae, and I’ll recover here.”
I still hesitated, squeezing Greg’s hand. “It just feels wrong to leave you.”
Greg’s face was stern. “You know if you’re here fretting over me, you’ll just drive me insane and I won’t get any peace.”
I couldn’t help but let out a light laugh, working it through a lump of emotion in my throat.
Greg smiled. “I mean it, sis. We have to keep you protected until this sorts itself out.”
I sighed and knew that Greg was right; he wouldn’t rest if I was here, and the only place where I felt safe was with McCrae. “Okay.” I leaned in and kissed the top of his head. “Love you. I’ll call to check on you morning and night.”
Greg cocked a brow. “Once a day is fine. Go.” He leaned back and closed his eyes.
I stepped back, my heart racing, knowing there was nothing else to do but let him recover.
Taking my hand, McCrae began leading me out of the room; he only stopped briefly to get the lead officer’s phone number.
We walked out of the hospital together, and McCrae said, “It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay.”
“I hope so.” But I wasn’t sure.
Chapter 29
McCrae
Azalea and I were quiet as we drove back to Cheyenne, then took the exit for Refuge Falls. I tried not to spiral about all the what-ifs that could happen. What would I say when I got there? What would we be facing in the future?
Suddenly, Damon called. “Hello?” I said, scrambling to answer.
“Hi, I’m tracking you guys. I see you’re about a half hour away. I talked to the FBI, and we put together everything with her brother, Greg, and this cartel and human trafficking ring. There’s some good news.”
Azalea perked up. “What?”
“They just caught a big group of the cartel heading into Arizona.”
“That’s great!”
“They’re going to send some people to Denver and Refuge Falls,” Damon continued. “They’ll probably be here tomorrow, and we’ll debrief with them. But I just wanted to update you.”
“Okay, thank you so much,” said Azalea. “I owe you guys so much, and I don’t mean to put your town or your family in this situation.” Tears misted into her eyes.
The odd thing about this woman was that I always wanted to save her.
Damon scoffed. “You don’t have to thank us. This is what we do.”
I was grateful for my brother, and I knew he was telling the truth, because I felt the same way.
“I know, but this is my fault,” she said through tears.
