“Come on, I’ll show you up.”
“Uh, before we go. I called Zeke. He and Tate are on their way.”
They both nod their heads. “We’ll keep them out of there.” Dan tells me. “You wanna see him before they get here?”
“How bad is it?”
“Could be better.” He tells me. “Definite head trauma, although I don’t think it’s as bad as it could be, not permanent.”
I nod again.
“I’ll wait for them at the front.”
“Okay, we’ll make them leave. Tell them we need to run some tests and he needs privacy.”
He nods his head before telling me the room number and motioning to Lynette to follow him.
“Thanks.”
* * *
I watch Zeke rush from the cruiser up into the building.
I’m not expecting my phone to ring a couple of minutes later.
“What?”
“Come up here.” Tate says.
“Alright.” I nod, pushing out of the driver’s seat, locking the car and walking into the building.
The receptionist looks exhausted as she glances at me and just nods back down the hallway.
Pushing the door open, I look at them and nod.
“He’s a cop?” Sherri asks.
“Trust me.” Tate says before she motions for me to come over and sit. “I have a plan to get him out, and I need your help.”
“Okay, what?”
“I need you to let word get to the DA how I know Zane, that I’ve seen him be violent, that when I met him he held me at gunpoint.”
“He did what?” Sherri and I shout.
“Calm down, it was right after they died, and I was lost on the compound.”
We both nod, understanding.
“Why would I do that?”
“He refuses to let her testify.”
“Why?”
“Because they’ll pick apart my life and make me look bad. How I left my husband and immediately went to Zane.”
“Make them question your character.”
