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When Monty and Logan got to Alex’s room, she was obviously in distress. Monty ran out into the hall and called for help. Within seconds, two nurses sprinted into the room.

“Out,” one of them ordered Logan. Monty pushed him into the hall, where they waited with the agent who’d been guarding Alex. The man was shaken when he heard their suspicions, but he left to find someone to shut down the hospital.

A few seconds later, a man in a doctor’s coat came running down the hall and into Alex’s room. Logan could only pray. He couldn’t lose Alex. He really did love her. Maybe she’d never feel that way about him, but it didn’t matter. She had to live.

Monty pulled his wheelchair near a row of chairs. He pushed one next to the wheelchair, sat down, and grabbed Logan’s hand. “Let’s pray for her,” he said.

Logan didn’t care that other people were in the hallway. He just started praying, asking God to take care of Kaely and save Alex. He felt someone come up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. He was grateful for anyone who would pray for this woman who had captured his heart. When he finished, he opened his eyes and wiped the tears off his face. He turned to talk to the person who’d prayed with them, but no one was there. In fact, a trash can sat behind him.

“Who was standing here with us?” he asked Monty.

Monty looked confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Someone was standing behind me with a hand on my shoulder.”

Monty shook his head slowly. “No one else was with us, Logan.” He leaned over and looked around. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but maybe it was an angel or something.”

A nurse came out of Alex’s room and looked around until she saw them. “You’re the brothers?” she asked.

Logan nodded. He felt a little guilty saying that, but the truth was they were family. The FBI bonded people in a way some blood relatives never experienced.

“Your sister had a reaction to something in her IV, but she’s recovering. We’re not sure what happened.”

“I am,” Logan said. “We’re with the FBI, and this hospital is being shut down right now. We believe someone tried to kill Agent Donovan. He could still be here.”

The doctor who’d rushed into Alex’s room came out. “What’s going on? You need to tone it down.”

“Doctor,” the nurse said, “this man says they’re with the FBI, and their locking down the hospital.”

The doctor, whose badge said his name was Wenden, looked back and forth between Logan and Monty. Then they all heard “This is a code silver. We are in complete lockdown. All security personnel to the exits and entrances.”

“Who are we looking for?” Wenden asked.

Logan hesitated a moment. Who knew what kind of disguise Bayne was wearing now? “He’s tall. Probably wearing medical garb. His hair is usually salt and pepper, but he uses disguises.” He turned to the agent just coming back. “Who went into the room before Agent Donovan was brought here from recovery?”

The man frowned. “Two nurses to set up the room. I checked their IDs. And a doctor who said he wanted to make sure the room was ready. I checked his ID as well.”

“No doctor should have been in there,” Wenden said. “We don’t check rooms to make sure things are set up correctly. The nurses do that.”

“Do you remember his name?” Logan asked the agent.

“Actually, I do. Dr. Chandler. That’s my wife’s maiden name.”

“Thank you. Please go back and watch that room.”

“We don’t have a Dr. Chandler,” Wenden said, frowning. “Not even one with privileges. And you think he put something in Miss Donovan’s IV?”

“Yes, I do. Is she going to be okay?”

“Strange, usually someone with a reaction like that doesn’t recover. She wasn’t breathing when I got to her room. And then suddenly she took a deep breath and smiled. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. Frankly, she’s extremely lucky. We’re going to check out her meds immediately. We’ll let you know what we find.”

After he and the nurse left, Monty wheeled Logan back into Alex’s room. When a nurse came to the door with new medication, Logan asked the agent outside to confirm her identity with the doctor and make sure she’d been ordered to deliver the meds. He wasn’t taking any more chances. Once she’d gone, he looked at Monty.

“And now we wait,” he said. “And hope we’re fast enough to catch Bayne.”

Alex set her phone on her coffee table, wondering why Logan insisted on coming over. She certainly didn’t look her best, but she couldn’t talk him out of it. She walked into the bedroom and carefully put on a clean pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. After only three weeks, her ribs were still healing.

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