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Her laptop beeped with an email alert. She bolted to Cannon’s desk and braced herself for Malgor’s message.
“What the…” Cannon clamped his fingers into her shoulder as a stick figure with a superhero cape pixelated on the screen.
“Are those tears running down its cheeks?” A metallic cry sounded from the speakers as the tears morphed into hearts. “What kind of game is this fucking bastard playing?”
“I don’t know.” Her scar burned as if hundreds of thorns poked at her from the inside. As the superhero toppled over, bold red words flashed onto the screen.
No ransom=Consequences.
Cannon spunRosalie to face him. “What consequences is he talking about?”
Their breathing stilled as if anticipating the calm before the storm. They waited a heartbeat, then another. Another moment passed and still no disaster.
He tightened his grip on Rosalie. “What’s the damn consequence?”
Eyes widening, she gasped. “Not what, but?—”
“Who?” He backed away like she’d socked him in the throat.
She breathed his sister’s name from her lips like an omen as he lunged for the phone on his desk. If that psychopath targeted his family again…
Easton’s sleepy voice came over the line. “What?”
“Is Julia okay?”
“She’s asleep.”
“Thank God.” Cannon let out a strained breath. “Has anyone been in her room you didn’t recognize?”
Security was tight in the hospital, but was it good enough to stop a terrorist?
“Just the usual crew.” Alarm laced Easton’s tone. “Why? Do I need to get my rifle?”
“Don’t go cocking it just yet, but don’t let her out of your sight either.”
“I won’t. I swear I won’t leave town again until she’s safe.”
Cannon hung up and stared at Rosalie. She sat in his chair and typed on her laptop like the office was hers. If she stopped Malgor, he’d give her control of the whole damn hospital.
“Superhero cape.” She slammed her hand down on his desk. “Son of a bitch.”
He scooted next to her as she resumed typing with enough speed to set the laptop on fire. “What? Did you find something?”
“Remember Aidan, the little boy with the angry father? He was wearing a T-shirt with a superhero on it, wasn’t he?”
Before she could confirm her suspicion, the door flew open. Aidan’s father barreled in like a charging bull with Wulf on his tail.
“Where is my son?”
Cannon rounded the desk and faced the enraged man. “What do you mean?”
“They came into Aidan’s room at Grand Pine and told me that you authorized for him to be transferred back here.”
Sweat formed on the back of Cannon’s knees. “Who arethey?”
“The two EMTs who put him in an ambulance. I tried to follow in my car, but a van got in my way.” He paused to catch his breath. “He hasn’t arrived, and nobody in the ER knows anything about a transfer.” He inched up to Cannon until they were nose to nose. “Where. Is. My. Boy?”
TWENTY
