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“We took him off life support.”
“Is he speaking?”
“No, I’m sorry. He hasn’t regained consciousness.”
She offers us instructions and we rejoin Savage in the lobby. “A little update,” Savage offers. “We caught the FBI consultant asshole on film. We followed the street cameras and know where he grabbed a cab. We’re working to track him that way.”
“What about the woman?” Harper asks.
“She disappeared. We never caught her on camera. I assume she used a wig and change of clothes to pull that off, which makes me surprised the guy didn’t do the same.”
“That’s odd,” Harper says. “Why wouldn’t he?”
“Contemplate it upstairs in my father’s suite,” I say, impatient to get this over with.
“He’s not there yet,” Savage says. “I just got word that they’re moving him in fifteen minutes. Whoever told you he was gone now, was confused.”
I frown. “Or they wanted to talk to me alone, in my father’s suite.” I kiss Harper. “Stay with Savage. I’ll be right back.”
“Stay with Jesse,” Savage rebuts and waves Jesse in our direction. He lifts a hand my direction. “I’m going with you.”
“Stay with Harper,” I say. “This could be a ploy to get me apart from her. I want her safe.”
“And what about you?” Harper asks. “Who protects you?”
“Me,” I say, eyeing Savage. “I could kick his big ass, if I had to and if he keeps telling those bad dad jokes I might.”
Savage snorts. “Let’s spar, man. Name the day and place.”
“Not today,” I say. “Stay with her, Savage. Bring her up in fifteen.”
I don’t give either a chance to argue. I cut away from them and make my way to the nearest stairwell. Once I’m inside, I start the walk up, only to reach the door one level higher as Isaac does the same coming from the other direction. I’d assume it to be a set-up if he didn’t look so damn uncomfortable, his expression sour. I’m betting he knew I was headed to the room, compliments of the nurse he sweet-talked. He didn’t know I was taking the stairs. “What the fuck are you even doing here?” he demands, predictably attacking when he feels trapped.
“More like what the fuck was our father doing here to see me in the first place, Isaac? What did he want?”
“He thought you were going to come at us because of Harper’s attack. He thought he could convince you otherwise. Obviously, he was wrong or he wouldn’t be in that bed right now.”
I take a step toward him and to his credit, he doesn’t back up. “We both know I didn’t do that to him.” I take another step. He sways slightly. He wants to bolt. “We both know you hired a hitman to kill him.”
“You bastard.” He swings at me.
I catch his wrist and shove him against the wall. “Do you really want to fight me, brother?” I ask. “Because I have a lot of turning the other cheek to make up for.”
He laughs. “Hit me. Your violence will speak worlds to the police.”
“Are you going to have them check your balls after I bust them? Because I’d like to stay and watch.”
The color drains from his face. “I didn’t hire a fucking hitman.”
“You’re in trouble,” I say. “We both know it. That trouble has now landed on my doorstep and I want it off.”
“I told you to leave back in Denver. I told you to get the fuck away.”
“And yet Gigi not only wanted my help, she took off. She’s in hiding instead of here, by her son’s bed. What is she afraid of, Isaac? You or the mob, who I know you’ve fucked around with and pissed off.”
“My business is not your business.”
“You made it my business by going after Harper.”
