Foundation for Three (3 page)

A slight thud sounded as if she’d hit the wall or worse the ground. In that one second, Garrett appeared to change his focus, and his arm loosened its hold around Zoey’s neck.

Thad drew his weapon, cocked the barrel, and took aim. The sharp click was enough to cause Garrett to return his gaze to Thad. Garrett squinted, snarled, and shot. The loud blast from Garrett’s gun reverberated off the hospital walls. The ache in Thad’s arm didn’t register for a long second, but when it did, his vision blurred, and world seemed to stand still. He refused to give in to the injury until he’d taken Garrett down.

“Move, Zoey,” Thad shouted.

As if each frame of Thad’s life moved in slow motion, Garrett’s arm recoiled and his eyes blinked closed. Zoey lifted her foot and kicked the man’s shin hard. He gritted his teeth and smashed Zoey in the head with the butt of the gun. She groaned and listed to the side about a foot. That shift gave Thad the window of opportunity he’d been looking for. He blinked to clear his pain-filled eyes and aimed carefully. His left arm shook from the effort, but he ignored the sharp ache.

Garrett swung his arm forward to get off another shot, but before he succeeded, Thad exhaled and pulled the trigger. His heart galloped, and he prayed he hadn’t hit her.

Garrett dropped like a dead weight, taking Zoey down with him. Blood covered her side. Oh, shit. Was she hit? When Garrett’s arm went slack, Zoey rolled off him. She tried to scramble to her feet, but she slipped on the blood and crashed down on her knees. Thad’s heart nearly stopped when she whimpered. Hopefully her cry was from fear and not one of pain.

He wanted to tell her that Garrett wasn’t getting up, that she was safe, but the words refused to form.

Seconds later, his brain cleared. “Everyone get out of here,” Thad said, waving his uninjured arm. Keeping his gaze on the downed man, Thad’s breaths came out fast. Blood gushed out of his wound.

As the others headed for safety, he stumbled toward Garrett and Zoey. Before he reached them, the doors on both ends of the corridor burst open, and a swarm of blue uniforms descended. He needed to make sure Zoey wasn’t hurt, but as he turned to find her, several nurses blocked his view.

“Easy, Detective,” said one of the male nurses. “Get him on the gurney.”

Another nurse held the wheels steady as a third person helped Thad up.

He jumped back down. They could take care of his wound in a minute. “I need to see if Zoey is okay.”

Cade Carter suddenly appeared before him. “Thad. It’s okay. Let the staff patch you up.”

He wasn’t hurt bad. Was he? “Is Zoey okay?” If he hit her, he’d never forgive himself.

“Go with these nurses, and I’ll find out.”

Thad wanted to check on her, but as he tried to get past Cade, three sets of arms held him down and his world turned black.

*     *     *

“I’m fine.” Zoey Donovan held up her hands to prevent the nurse from fussing with her again. Only then did she notice how much effort it took to keep them steady, so she lowered her palms to her stained pants. “I’m just bloody.”

Sarah, her nurse, dabbed Zoey’s temple to clean her wound. “You have a contusion.”

“I do?” Is that why her head pounded like she had a dozen people smashing her with hammers? Zoey batted the woman’s hand away to assess the damage herself and pressed the side of her head. When she lowered her hand, she hadn’t expected to see the sticky goo on her fingers. “Oh, my God. What happened? Did a bullet graze my head?”

She remembered that terrible man strangling her and Thad not allowing the creep to go somewhere, but the order of the events were hit and miss. Her stomach tumbled and her heart banged against her ribs at her lack of memory. Fuzzy images flitted across her brain.

“One of the nurses who was there said the man hit you with the butt of his gun. Did you black out?” Sarah pressed a cleansing pad again to the injury.

“I don’t think so.” There had been a nurse in the corridor? If she had blacked out, that would imply a concussion. Her stomach clenched, only now recalling that terrible man’s rancid body odor and foul breath that smelled of alcohol. She wrinkled her nose at the memory. One minute the man was holding her hostage and the next a gun had gone off right next to her head. Her ears still rang from the deafening sound. “I should have dropped to the ground if I’d passed out, right?”

“If he was holding you tight, you might not have fallen.”

Zoey rubbed her neck to ease the knot of tension that had gathered at the base of her skull. It was tender and probably bruised from where he’d held her. She searched her mind, but there were too many lapses. Now she understood what her patients who’d been in bad accidents had gone through.

Her mouth was dry from the anxiety. She chewed on her bottom lip and closed her eyes, hoping to recreate the incident. “After the gunshot, I remember the man who held me collapsed and took me down with him.” She opened her eyes. “I was alert, though. At least I think I was. It all happened so fast.” How many times had she heard that phrase before?

Sarah placed a bandage over the wound then patted her hand. “I’m going to schedule an MRI. I’ll be right back.” She stepped from the room and the door clicked close.

An MRI? Is it that bad?
The air conditioning kicked on, and Zoey shivered. Her damp shirt clung to her. She groaned, partly from pain and the rest from frustration. She wanted to go home, soak in her new jetted tub, and forget this day ever happened.

What if her brain swelled though? If she was home, she might not be able to get help. At the frightening thought, she rubbed her palms over her closed eyes. Who the hell was that man and why had he grabbed her?

She slumped forward and rested her elbows on her knees. Why couldn’t she remember everything? It was like someone had cut out part of her memory.

A light knock sounded and the door opened. The chief medical officer, Dr. Hector Sanchez, breezed in, concern filling his face. “Dr. Donovan. I just heard about what happened. Are you all right?” Pain laced his tone.

“Yes. I’m a bit bruised, but I wasn’t shot.”

He moved in close and tilted her face to the side as if he had X-ray vision and could see through the bandage. “Those bruises on your neck. Where did you get them?”

While he wasn’t the head of the hospital, all administrators feared bad publicity. She detailed what had happened the best she could.

Dr. Sanchez shook his head. “If any of the staff here doesn’t give you the best care, you let me know, okay?”

The man was so sweet to take time out of his day to come see her. “Thank you.”

“Make sure you take off a few days and rest, you hear?”

Then she wouldn’t get paid since she wasn’t a hospital employee. She only rented the office space at LACE. “I will.” However, trying to treat her patients with a head injury wouldn’t do them any good.

He firmed his lips, spun on his heels, and left. She’d only seen the man at large hospital events, but he always came off as very sincere and kind.

“Knock, knock.”

She looked up and thought Dr. Sanchez had returned, but it was her best friend’s fiancé instead. “Cade!” Relief filled her. He might be able to shed some light on what happened after the doctors brought her down here. He was a detective for the Rock Hard Police Department, after all. “How did you get here so quickly?” He couldn’t have driven from downtown that fast. Or had more time passed than she realized? “Were you having lunch here with Amber?” His fiancée did work at the hospital.

“You guessed it. Amber had just headed back to work when I got the call about the hostage situation.” He studied her injuries. “How are you doing?”

Zoey pulled her soaked shirt away from her body to show him it wasn’t stuck to a wound. “It’s the other guy’s blood.”

“Good.” Cade stepped closer. “Neck’s red.”

She struggled to take a full breath. “He had me in some kind of chokehold.” She undid her top button to give her more air.

“What about that bandage on your head?”

She’d just told the story to Dr. Sanchez, but she bet she’d be retelling the series of events many more times before this was over. Her fingers shot to the wound to make sure it was real and not a dream. “He hit me with his gun.”

Cade pulled out a pad and paper. “I’ve been asked to take the lead on this case. How about you tell me what you remember?”

She was happy he understood she might have some holes in her story. “I was on my way back to my office from the break room when… Oh, shit.”

“What is it?”

Zoey glanced around, hoping she still had the information with her. “I was carrying a folder when the man grabbed me. I must have dropped it. I can’t have anyone see those files.” A rush of panic raced through her, causing her voice to rise with each word. A prominent doctor’s career could be jeopardized if anyone read the contents.

She slipped for the exam table, but Cade held up a finger. He pulled out his phone and made a call. “Ethan, did you collect any papers on the floor next to McDonald? Good. I’m in the ER, room four. Can you bring them here when you get a chance?” He disconnected, looked up, and smiled. “All good.”

At the near disaster, she let out a big breath and hopped back up on the table. “Thank you.”

“Then what happened?”

“The man was waving his gun around, and when Thad tried to get him to release me, he became more agitated. Then I heard a shot. Or maybe it was two shots. I can’t remember.”

The nurse returned with a clean pair of scrubs. She halted and glanced between Zoey and Cade. “Oh, I didn’t know you had company.”

He held up a hand. “I’ll catch up with Zoey later.”

“Thanks, Cade.” Having him here, even if it was to ask questions, helped settle her.

Sarah set the clean scrubs to next to her. “I thought you might want to wash up. These look like they’ll fit you.”

“They’ll be perfect.” Zoey tried to unbutton her blouse, but her fingers shook too hard. She disliked asking for help, but she needed to change worse than anything. “Can you help me? I’m sorry. My fingers don’t seem to be working. They’re cold.”

“Sure.”

Zoey took off her shirt with Sarah’s help, and her mind wandered back to when she’d first met Thad. He’d been covered in stage makeup to look like a dying cancer patient. After the sting operation ended, he’d stopped by to thank her for her role, but he was in and out so fast she hadn’t had time to find out much about him. He’d intrigued her, though. She’d hoped he’d call after that, but he never did.

“Zoey?” The nurse held out the wet cloth for her to take.

She’d spaced out. “Sorry.”

Zoey wiped her chest and arms the best she could while Sarah cleaned her back. Then she changed into the clean scrubs. Even if Zoey could get the blood out of her clothes, she didn’t want to be reminded of this day. Ever. She dumped everything but her shoes in the trash.

After waiting another hour, a technician showed up to escort Zoey to get the MRI. By the time the image was taken, her stomach was growling something fierce. She’d missed lunch, but she still had to wait for the results of the scan before she could leave.

After what seemed like forever, the doctor stopped by. “Good news. The MRI shows no damage.”

“Fantastic.”

“Physically, you’ll recover, but you’ve suffered quite an emotional trauma. I’m no shrink, but you should consider seeing someone for it.”

“I will. Thank you. Am I free to go?”

“Yes, but check back with us in a week.”

Finally
. “I will.” She was a little shaky and a lot achy, but on the whole, she was good. For the sake of closure, she needed to thank Thad. First, though, she needed to go home and change.

As soon as she walked out of her room toward the bank of elevators, she expected the relief to help calm her. Only it didn’t. Now that the adrenaline had left her body, reality was seeping in. She could have died.

Zoey pressed the elevator button to go up to her office, but it appeared to be stuck on the fifth floor, so she hit it a few more times.

“There you are,” Cade said, striding across the hallway. “Remember anything else?”

“No. I’m still processing.” Or else she’d shoved the incident to the back of her mind.

He nodded, looking as if it was commonplace for a person to need time. “That’s understandable.”

“I’m surprised you’re still here.”

“I had to check on Thad.”

“Check on him? Why?”

“You don’t remember? Thad was shot.”

Chapter Three