She barely had time to finish her sentence when a strong hand clamped around her arm and pulled her away. What are you...? Thomas.
Without releasing her, he backed her against the door of his truck, his broad shoulders blocking out the lights and chatter of the restaurant behind him. What the hell were you doing, running into the path of that van? I told you to stay back.
He was going to run you over! She tugged her arm free of his grip and pushed him back a step. Into the light. Where she saw the red streak of blood seeping into the forearm of his soiled shirt. Youve been shot. She unbuttoned his cuff and gently pushed the plaid chambray up his arm to inspect the graze across his skin. It wouldnt need stitches, but it could still get infected if the wound wasnt treated. The cloth at his elbow was torn and bloody, too, indicating hed scraped up a chunk of skin when theyd hit the concrete. Im so sorry you got hurt. I never meant
As she turned the wounds into the light, their heated words topped each others. You could have been run down. You could have been shot. When I give you an order, I expect you to
Screw your order. I wont let anyone else get hurt. He was after me.
do what I say and stay safe. He was after me.
Jane froze as they blurted the exact same words. She tipped her chin up to see the shocked look in his eyes that she imagined mirrored her own.
Of course. Duh. Shed overreacted. Shed nearly given her secret away.
This could have been a random drive-by shooting.
Anyone in this crowded restaurant could have been the target.
Tragic as any senseless violence might be, Freddies killer hadnt found her. This incident wasnt part of his sick game.
She covered the slip of the tongue induced by panic by falling back on the thing she did best. Healing people. She spun around to open the truck door and pull out the first-aid kit from the glove compartment. She opened the contents on the seat and ripped open a couple of gauze pads, buying herself a few seconds to regain her composure. Her voice sounded surprisingly normal when she turned back to press the gauze against Thomass open wound. Ill need to debride that gash on your elbow before infection sets in. But Im more concerned about the blood loss with this graze. Millies right. This could be related to the shooting at your daughters wedding. Or could it be related to one of the cases youre working? I know youve been consulting
Im a cop. Bad guys dont like me. Thomas spread his fingers over hers, stopping her work. He dipped his head to put his face in front of hers and demand she look him in the eye. But why would someone want to hurt you?
Chapter Three
Thomas had never met a woman who could lock down as fast or as tight as Jane Boyle. The fear that had darkened her eyes, the confusion and concern dimpling her forehead, had suddenly gone blank. She wasnt about to tell him anything. Fine. He didnt need her sure fingers dancing over his skin, distracting him from getting the answers she refused to give, so hed sent her over to have her own injuries checked at the second ambulance to arrive on the scene while paramedics from the first bandaged his wounds and cleared him to report to the officers taking charge of the incident.
Although he was the senior officer on the scene, he was also a witness to the drive-by shooting. He and the scene commander had agreed that a third party would be able to process his account more objectively than if he started listening to witness statements from the other patrons and restaurant staff who were still milling about the scene. So Thomas stood off to the side with the onlookers and flashing lights while other detectives conducted interviews, criminologists processed the parking lot and patio and uniformed officers directed traffic.
It didnt stop his favorites of Kansas Citys finest from reporting to him, though.
His youngest son, Keir, was waiting to speak to him and hurried over as soon as the scene commander had left. Hows the arm, Dad? He nodded toward the white gauze bandages on his forearm and elbow. Other than a panic attack leading to hyperventilation, youre the only casualty. Keir glanced over at the ambulance parked beyond the crime-scene tape to the hazel-eyed woman sitting on the back bumper, stoically turning her head away from the medic cutting off part of her sleeve to inspect the scrape on her elbow. Well, you and Jane.
Is she okay?
Okay enough, I suppose. Superficial injuries. Main concern is infection.
Thats what she told me.
Thats what she told the medic, too. Keir grinned. I think shes struggling to sit back and allow someone else to take care of her.
Shed made that abundantly clear to him. Thomas must have been staring too hard at the woman in question, because she suddenly turned her head. Their gazes met across the parking lot before Jane visibly straightened and shifted her attention back to the EMT. She couldnt avoid him and his questions forever, not when whatever the answers were had stamped that look of terror on her face. Jane was his responsibility. Shed become one of his own the moment hed realized how much his father needed herand Thomas Watson protected his own. If there was anything more to this concern for her that made his belly ache, he chose to ignore it and focus on someone who was willing to talk to him. He and Keir stood by the hood of his truck while a pair of criminologists documented the bullet lodged in the left rear tire. What about Dad and Millie? I havent had a chance to check in with them.
Theyre good. Theyve already given their statements and have been dismissed. Keir must have just come off his shift before responding to the all-points call of shots fired. Hed unbuttoned his collar and loosened his tie, but still wore the tailored gray suit that would have allowed him to pass as an executive in the financial district if it hadnt been for the badge and Glock holstered to his belt. Grandpas still got blue running through his veins. He got a partial on the license plate and the scene commander will run it. Ill give them a ride home. Millies keeping it together, but shes scared. And Grandpa seems pretty tired.
Thomas appreciated being able to trust his fathers care to someone else. Its been a long day for him.
You, too, I imagine. With blue eyes like his mothers, and that same driving intensity that had guided Mary Watson throughout their marriage until her death, Keir commanded authority, even though Thomas outranked him in both age and chevrons on his badge. I was analyzing the shot pattern. Either that driver was nearsighted and couldnt hit the side of a barn, or he was intentionally missing.
Didnt that sound eerily familiar. He glanced over at Seamus, now chatting amicably with Millie and a young uniformed officer. Probably regaling him with some story about how they did police work back in his day. Out of all the people at Olivias wedding, with all that gunfire, only one person had been hit. There had to be a reason Seamus had been targeted specifically that day. Or maybe the shooter had been targeting him, and his dad seated beside him had been collateral damage. If whoever had hired the hit man that day wanted to hurt Thomas, hed inflicted far more pain by attacking his family than by putting the bullet in him. Maybe that had been the plan all along. But who hated him enough to want to come after his family like that? Had that man made a second attempt to hurt the people he cared about tonight?