THE CRADLE CONSPIRACY by Robin Perini Read Free Book Online Page B

kind of law enforcement. “Understood.”
    Galloway signaled his deputy, who had brought Daniel’s duffel into the clinic. “I left your Glock in there. I imagine you know how to use it. You require anything else?”
    Daniel shook his head at the dig. “I have what I need.”
    “Then I’ll set up the paperwork for you to sign.”
    Daniel gave Galloway a nod, then eased aside the curtain and walked over to Raven’s bed. After setting down his pack, he unzipped the duffel, pulled his Glock from its case and checked the magazine. Everything seemed set. With calm precision, he tucked the weapon in the back of his jeans, then yanked his knife and ankle sheath from the duffel’s side pocket. After one quick buckle of the sheath’s strap around his leg, Daniel was able to slip in his knife. Relieved at having his two primary weapons within easy reach, he settled down to wait.
    It was odd that being in the tight enclosure in the examining room didn’t seem as bad now. Almost as if the fact that he was officially guarding someone nullified some of the usual discomforts of small places. Of course, it helped that the walls were made of cotton, not stone.
    The next two hours sitting on a hard wooden chair didn’t help Daniel’s leg. He adjusted his position, but he couldn’t get comfortable. At least the twinges kept him awake.
    Not that he hadn’t been mesmerized by the rise and fall of Raven’s chest or the temptation of her full lips as they parted with each breath, but the shadows under her eyes reminded him of the danger stalking her and exactly why he was here.
    The curtain at the end of her bed shifted slightly. Daniel tensed. He palmed the Glock and held it at his side.
    The fabric parted. A woman in pink scrubs stepped through. Daniel hid the weapon from her sight as the nurse checked Raven’s vital signs.
    “How is she doing?” Daniel whispered.
    “Everything seems normal.”
    “What about her memory?”
    The woman’s sympathetic look evoked an ache deep in Daniel’s chest. He didn’t want his concern for Raven to be so obvious. He was just worried about her safety.
    None of this was personal.
    It couldn’t be.
    His recent stint in the jail cell had shown him just how messed up he truly was. He wouldn’t saddle anyone with that crap to deal with for life. Been there. Done that. Had his father’s spent bullet casing from his suicide to show for it. Daniel wouldn’t put anyone through that.
    The nurse checked the IV needle before turning back to Daniel. “The doctor said her memory could come back anytime—or not at all,” she said. “She has a concussion, and he wants to keep her for observation.”
    “Isn’t there a quieter location we could stay? A private room maybe? Away from everyone else?” Especially murdering psychos.
    “I’m sorry. The clinic only has a dozen beds. They’re all taken,” she said. “This will have to do until something comes available.”
    Not good enough. Daniel wanted security, minimal entrances and exits. And distance. As it was, three-quarters of this room could be moved with a harsh breath to the fabric curtain. Besides, the perp knew her location. Nowhere in this clinic was safe.
    “Does she have to stay in the hospital tonight? I’ve had enough concussions to know the drill. I’ll check her status every hour, and I can bring her back if there are changes, but I need to take her somewhere more secure.”
    The nurse frowned. “I’ll contact her physician. After what happened earlier, I understand your concern.”
    “Is there a hotel nearby?”
    “There’s a motel, the Copper Mine, just at the edge of town. Run by a bit of a character, but Hondo keeps a clean place.”
    Daniel chewed on his lip, not liking the idea of sleeping indoors, but at least in a motel room he had a chance to protect Raven. One entrance and solid walls. “Thanks for the tip.”
    The nurse left, and he pulled out his cell phone, powering the thing on for the first time since