“Thanks.” Rafferty dug in the pocket, pulled out a set of keys, gave them to Liberty and recited the address to his condo. “Feel free to stay there while you are in town to take care of For All.”
“I’ll call an Uber and go see about For All,” Liberty said.
“No. Take my truck,” Asher said, and tossed her his keys. “I can ride with Rawlins when he comes to look for the girls.”
“Okay,” Liberty said. “Call me.” She kissed Asher quickly, then turned to Rafferty. “Take care of yourself. I’ll be back to check in on you.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
She opened the door to leave and bumped into Rawlins.
“Pardon me, ma’am,” he said, walking in and looked at Rafferty. “You have to always one up me, don’t you, being the worst off.”
“Shut up.” Rafferty barked.
“Twin rivalry?” Asher asked.
“You got it,” Rafferty said.
The door opened again and a man in a physician’s traditional white coat joined them. “Mr. Grainger?”
“Yes,” Rafferty and Rawlins said at the same time.
“I’m Dr. Emile. I have some good news for you,” he said. He held up the x-ray film toward the light for them to see. “The shrapnel from your previous injury has either dislodged from this new injury and moved, or it’s been moving from the PT exercises you have been doing because it can now be removed during the operation to repair your torn meniscus.”
Rafferty wasn’t sure he understood. “But they told me in the ER that the shrapnel was going to complicate the surgery.”
“Perhaps to them they thought it was, but to a doctor of my caliber it is nothing,” Dr. Emile said. “I trained and did my residency in a warzone area. I dealt with many cases like these over the years. We’ll be taking you to surgery soon. After some more physical therapy you’ll be back to normal.”
Rawlins grabbed his hand and squeezed. “This is great news. Now if only the pulmonologist that I see next month can do something as good for me.”
“Yeah. If.” Rafferty said, looking at his brother in the eye. “Go. Go find Justus and Chaney. Don’t wait around here for me to get out of surgery. I’ll be fine.”
CHAPTER 15
Leland hadOscar drive car the as far out of Colorado Springs has he could and then return via backroads. He waited until the dead of night to drive over to the RV park so they could drive into the grounds without being spotted. Then they drove to the RV storage area and got as close to his Chieftain as they could before stopping the car and getting out.
Opening the trunk, they made sure Justus and Chaney were still unconscious before Oscar and Samson picked them up. Leland led the way to his RV where Minchin was waiting. He knocked three times on the door before it opened. A soft amber glow of light shown from inside.
“Take them to the back bedroom,” he ordered. “Give them each another injection to keep them out for the rest of the night.”
“You got it,” Oscar said.
“If they got your room, where am I going to sleep?” Minchin asked.
“You’re not,” Leland said. “Your job to make sure they don’t wake up and escape. Is that clear?”
“Right, boss,” Minchin said.
“Keep this door closed and the lights off. There should be enough food here to last you a few days,” Leland said. “I’ll check back with you.”
“What am I supposed to do with them once they wake?” Minchin asked.
“They’re tied up,” Oscar said. “They shouldn’t be too much trouble.”
“Here’s more syringes if you need to knock them out again,” Samson said laying four more on the table.
“Let’s go, men,” Leland said. “Let’s get out of here before we’re spotted.”
