“We will do our absolute best to ensure nothing happens, but it’s very likely Mr. Farth won’t be on house arrest, and it’s better to remain vigilant.”
Jonah stiffened. “He’s getting out?”
“He has an arraignment,” I murmured. “It’s normal.”
“He fucking tried to kill someone!” Jonah all but shouted. “And we’re just supposed to sit around doing nothing, eh? Just shove our thumbs up our assholes?”
“My love,” Alexio said very quietly. I had afeeling he was probably touching Jonah in some way to attempt to soothe him.
“Look, Hunter doesn’t know where I’m staying right now. He can’t get to Vanya, and he won’t get to Vanya even after he gets discharged.” I took a deep breath, wondering if I was trying to convince them or myself. “We’ll be together.”
“I know this is nerve-racking,” Barnes said, his voice low, “but we’ll be moving on this as quickly as we can. With the information we got last night?—”
“I was meaning to ask,” Alexio cut in, “how did you find him so fast? By the time the ambulance arrived for Vanya, he was long gone.”
“We had a tip with video surveillance,” Barnes said. “It wasn’t…officially obtained, so we legally can’t use that, but it was enough to track the vehicle. He was found about two miles from the arena, and the management at the arena have turned over all security footage to help corroborate the witness statements.”
“Interesting,” Alexio said. “Is that all?”
“Yes. I—here. Mr. Adams. The papers.”
I stuck out my hand and took what he gave me. They were folded neatly, and I could feel a staple in the corner. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure. And please, if you need anything, call me.”
I probably wouldn’t call him. Not unless it was a life-or-death situation. I didn’t want to think about any of this for a good, long eternity.
“We’re heading back to the hospital,” Alexio saidwhen Barnes’s footsteps started to fade. “You want to ride with us?”
“Hugo?” I asked.
“I promised Boden I’d pick him up some lunch. He’s at the practice rink all day today. But if you want me to go with you?—”
I cut him off, reaching for him and pulling him into a firm hug. “No. But thank you. I love you.”
His grip on me tightened. “I love you too. Call me if you need me, but when Vanya’s out, let us know. We’ll all come by. Safety in numbers and all that.”
I breathed a little easier and fought off the urge to cry. These people were everything to me, and I felt like such a fucking moron for pushing them away for so long. But I was fixing it now.
I was fixing all of it.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
VANYA
I’d taken worse checks,but getting hit by a truck truly, completely, and totally sucked. Every muscle in my body ached, and the places where I’d hit the road and tore skin stung, even with everything the nurses had treated me with.
But I was breathing a little easier. I was alone. Micah had been taken down to the Boston Police station to speak with a detective, and in the middle of my visit with Alexio and Jonah, another detective had shown up to ask me questions.
Most of them had been about the accident and about my experience with Hunter before that night.
But some of it had been about an anonymous tip that the police had gotten from a number they couldn’t trace. It was clear they knew I had something to do with it, but the pretty detective with the bright green eyes didn’t seem interested in pushing the issue.
Instead, he smiled, said thanks, then left me to my thoughts.
I lasted all of ten minutes before I was on a call to Tyoma, who didn’t confirm or deny anything.
“He was found, yes?”
