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Had Whitley told the authorities he’d seen Alma’s car? We hadn’t had a chance to discuss specifics. There was too much chaos.
And I had no problem going outside the law for Penelope.
JoJo twined her fingers through mine and an injection of calm flowed through my veins. She’d heard exactly what I said. It wasn’t hard to figure out what I meant. The call was careless to make. It was tangible proof if overheard by the wrong ears.
But Daniel Elliott was a careful man. So was Donato Salvatore. He might be the head of New York’s most powerful family and frighteningly dangerous, but I’d helped him for almost as long as I’d been practicing law. Underneath that hard exterior, he was a decent man.
I was confident he’d get the information I needed from Alma. Hopefully, he’d do it himself. Then I’d think about legal channels to handle her.
JoJo didn’t say a word of objection.
“We need another phone. Maybe they can bring a line in here,” she said as if coming out of a deep fog.
I was worried about her too. She was not in a good state.
Like you are?
I was on the brink of becoming unhinged.
Penelope will survive this.
She had to.
But I couldn’t say the same for Alma if she was responsible for my daughter’s condition.
CHAPTERFOUR
JOJO
“Have some tea.”
A paper cup appeared in front of me.
“It’s from a decent cafe. Not the crappy stuff from the hospital.” Marlow shoved a sandwich toward me. “You can’t keep making calls if you don’t have any energy.”
She was right. And I appreciated that she and Patrick hadn’t abandoned us at the hospital.
How could I eat when my baby was on the precipice of life and death?
“I already ate one to taste test it. And if you don’t have some soon, I’ll eat yours too.” She rubbed her stomach. “There’s no meat.”
The woman was practically a stranger, but she was thoughtful enough to remember I was vegetarian.
I unwrapped the sandwich, but couldn’t bring myself to pick it up.
Kane huddled in the corner of the room we’d been in for . . . was it hours? Days? It felt like forever.
He’d been on the phone nonstop. I had no idea how many specialists he’d talked to. He was desperate for answers. I doubted a thousand neurologists would satisfy him . . . unless Penelope woke up.
I’d finally gotten in touch with Dr. Anderson, and he was on his way . . . except he was in South America, helping people in need there.
It was selfish to take him away, but I couldn’t find it in me to be sorry.
I’d arranged a private plane to fly him so he could be here tonight.
“You need to eat.” Kane flicked his chin at the sandwich.
Why was everyone telling me to eat? Like this was a normal day and nothing was wrong.
