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Axel sipped his drink—sparkling water on the rocks because when you were wading in a pool of sharks, you needed all your wits about you—and waited for her to steer the conversation in the direction she
wanted, though he did paste a faintly questioning expression on his face.
“I heard something disturbing,” she said, pitching her voice low so only he could hear her.
He gave a slight lift of his eyebrows that invited her to continue.
“I heard Morgan was killed.”
“Not so,” he promptly replied.
Relief flickered in her eyes. “Thank God. But—was he hurt? My source was very specific about the victim’s name.”
He’d like to know exactly who her source was, but he didn’t waste time trying to dig that info out of her. She was a seasoned veteran of the dance.
“He was shot—and I won’t lie, it was serious. But I have him in a protected location while he recovers.”
“What happened?”
“Assassination attempt. The problem is he can’t tell me why.”
“He doesn’t know?”
Axel rocked his hand back and forth. “He thinks he does. He suffered a serious concussion and he’s having a few memory problems, but he says he knows what’s going on if he can just remember it. There isn’t any permanent brain damage, and the doc says that he’ll remember when all the swelling is gone.”
“For goodness’ sake! When will that be?”
“No definite date, everyone heals differently. He has pneumonia now and that’s a setback, but the docs say he’s already getting better. I’m thinking a few months, most likely, before he’s back to normal.”
“That must be difficult, being grounded until then. I don’t know him as well as you do, but I suspect he isn’t a good patient.”
“Understatement,” Axel said.
“I’m so glad he’ll be all right. We’d all be devastated if anything happened to him. Give him our best when you see him.”
“I will,” he replied, holding back the information that he wouldn’t be seeing Morgan at all until and if his trap was sprung. He’d spread these seeds of information in several venues around town; now he had to wait and see if any of them sprouted. Morgan had been targeted for a reason; that reason had to be rooted in something he’d seen or done that day. Maybe the threat he was looking for was several layers deep, not Congresswoman Kingsley herself, or Brawley, or even Kodak, but someone who knew them. He wouldn’t know until someone acted.
