his cheeks red, huffing and puffing. His new uniform, creased pants and bit of peach fuzz on his chin screamed rookie.
“Sheriff.” The nervous deputy skidded to a halt in front of Galloway. “Sheriff, that Jane Doe from the hospital...someone just tried to strangle her.”
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L IGHTS FLASHED THROUGH the night sky, and the siren rang out. The few people on the streets of Trouble turned their heads to stare as the sheriff’s car raced by. This time Daniel rode in the front seat.
“You said she was safe,” Daniel accused, his biting words cold as he attempted to tamp down the fury building in his gut.
“I didn’t expect someone to attack her in the middle of the emergency room,” Galloway snapped.
“You’re paid to expect the worst. She should never have been left alone.”
Galloway yanked the steering wheel hard to the right, and the car squealed into the parking lot.
Daniel leaped out and ran toward the building, despite the pain in his leg. He raced inside the clinic, to the desk. “Where is she?” he demanded. “Where’s Jane Doe?”
The shaking nurse pointed to the same examining room Raven had been in before. Daniel flung aside the wall of fabric, the squeal of the curtain rings barely registering this time. “Raven!”
She lay on the bed, her eyes closed. Bruises encircled her neck.
At the sight, rage erupted in his gut.
He sat down next to her and gently touched her hand. “Oh, darlin’. I never should have let the sheriff take me.”
Raven’s eyelids fluttered open, then her eyes widened. “Daniel.”
He scarcely recognized the raw, hoarse voice she used.
“Daniel, you’re here.” She clasped hold of his hand. “Don’t leave me, please. He almost killed me.”
“I won’t,” he promised. “Not until you’re safe.” Whoever had attacked her had come too close to cracking her voice box. “I’ll be right by your side.”
He glared at Sheriff Galloway, daring him to challenge Daniel’s vow.
The man gave a slight nod and stepped behind the curtain.
“Thank you. I’m sorry about before.” She closed her eyes. “I’m so glad you’re here...” Her voice trailed off in sleep.
Daniel positioned himself as best he could to watch over her until the shuddering left her and her breathing steadied into the rhythm of sleep. He eased the still-tight grip of her hand, then stalked to just beyond the curtain to where the sheriff stood checking his notes.
Daniel crossed his arms, struggling to stay civil. “Well?”
“No one saw him come in. From what Raven relayed to the staff, someone dressed as a doctor tried to choke her. He appeared to be acting alone. She fought back and must have hit him just right. She probably broke his nose, and he ran out. Nearly took out the doc and the crash cart.”
“You get samples of his blood?” Daniel asked.
“Yes, and I can send them to Midland for forensics, but unless the guy is in one of the government databases, we’re not going to be able to identify him. As it is, it’s gonna take a while for the results.”
Daniel gave the sheriff a sidelong glance. “What if I told you I had contacts with serious forensic resources? Would you give me a blood specimen?”
“These ‘contacts’ of yours could fast-track it?” Galloway’s brow arched.
Daniel nodded. “They can hit all the federal databases a hell of a lot faster than your lab. And they’re certified. You can use the results for the court case.”
The sheriff paused for a moment, his gaze settling on Raven’s bruised throat and head wound. “I’ll get you a second sample. We keep this between us.”
Daniel agreed, then studied the small emergency department. Double doors leading to hospital rooms, a few cabinets and a second triage area. Only two or three staff members that he could see. “How’d the perp know Raven was here?”
The sheriff grimaced. “Local news picked up the story after I called into the clinic to say we were on our way. We don’t get
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