“Well, it turns out that every building that was burned down belonged to a limited liability company that was connected to your landlord, Dr. Torres.” Glover watched her, probably wanting to know if this was news to Sam.
She blinked a few times. “Really?”
Glover nodded. “And then he was killed in a house that he owned under his real name. Your house. We’re still putting the pieces together.” Glover folded her arms over her chest. “Do you know anything about Dr. Torres’s business dealings?”
“No. We never talked outside of the typical landlord-tenant talk. I rarely saw or talked to him.” Sam fidgeted with the blanket in her lap. “I can’t believe it happened at my house. It makes no sense.”
The phone in Glover’s pocket rang. She pulled it out. “Give me a sec.” She swiped the screen and put the phone to her ear as she stepped out the door. “Liam?”
Sam sat up straighter. Why would he be calling? Had he found something new?
A flicker of warmth stirred in her stomach. Maybe he was just checking on her.
She shook her head. Wishful thinking. If that were the case, he could’ve called her directly—unless he thought she was asleep.
“No, the girls haven’t called.”
Sam sat straight up and grabbed her phone. Nothing new in her notifications. What was going on?
“Are you okay?” Glover listened for a minute. “Okay. I’ll keep my eyes peeled. Keep me updated.”
Glover walked back into the room. “That was Liam. He was attacked at his house.”
Sam’s stomach fell. “Is he okay? Are the girls okay?”
“The man that attacked him is in custody. Liam said he’s going to need some stitches. He also said the girls took off while he was being checked by paramedics.”
Sam threw the covers off her lap and started tugging the tape holding the IV in. The world swam around her, and everything started to tip sideways.
“Whoa, wait a minute.” Glover raced to her side.
Adrenaline coursed through her veins, clearing her head enough to say, “I have to go find them. Get me some toilet paper for the blood.”
“You were in a serious accident, and you have a concussion. You need to lie back down and let Liam handle this.”
Sam deftly pulled the IV from her vein, used the hospital gown to put pressure on the puncture wound, and stood up to face Glover. “You cannot keep me here.”
“I could handcuff you to the bed.”
“I’m not under arrest, so that would violate my rights.” Sam stomped around the woman, grabbed some toilet paper from the bathroom.
“I have to strongly advise against this.”
“Look, I understand. Do everything you can to cover your butt and the department. Just know that I am leaving with or without you.” She turned around and looked for the T-shirt that Greer had left.
“I’m not the only one who needs to cover my butt.” Glover folded her arms. “I’ll help you, but only because I would do the same thing if it were me.” Glover shut the door, grabbed the shirt from the couch, handed it to Sam, and turned around. “I’ll be right outside.”
Sam took off the hospital gown and slid the shirt on. Shoes. No one had brought her shoes, and she couldn’t run around barefoot. She opened a cabinet, hoping to find some house shoes or something, and found the next best thing. Her work boots. She slid her feet into them and went to open the door when her cell phone rang on the table.
She grabbed it. Unknown caller.
With shaky fingers, she slid the answer button. “Hello?”
Sobbing sounded on the other end.
Was that Bella?
“Hello?”
