Stella signaled for a pair of sheriff’s deputies to take over crowd management. When she turned back, Lance was walking away. He climbed into his cruiser and drove off. Stella made a mental note to check in with him later. Maybe he’d returned to work too soon.
She got in her car, numb, and headed for the hospital, praying that Brody hadn’t lost too much blood.
Chapter Thirty-Four
He locked his gun in his glove box.
Now back to his original agenda.
We now return to your regular programming.
He felt so much better after letting the police know just what he thought of them. They’d be running from their own shadows. He’d need a cool head to ensure tonight’s mission went according to schedule. He had something special planned. He was pretty sure he’d found The One.
And if not, another judgment and more punishment would be delivered.
Back home, he checked the camera feed of the girl’s cell. She was curled up in a ball, unmoving. He should be anxious to get started. He should be preparing her challenge. Instead, he was filled with nothing but apathy. What was wrong with him?
He’d slapped the police. He should be focusing.
Pacing his control room, he reconsidered his plan. He glanced back at the monitor. She looked pathetic and weak. In choosing her, he’d wanted to test the will to survive against physical strength. Missy had been healthy. Physically, she should have had more stamina, but she’d failed. Dena had been accustomed to pain. He’d thought that would give her an edge. It hadn’t.
But this girl was a survivor. Pain and impending death were part of her daily life. She should have great resilience. But looking at her now, all he saw was frailty. He could do nothing and she’d die.
Hardly a challenge at all. In fact, he already felt like he was wasting his time. What had he been thinking?
What he needed was to be truly challenged. But who would give him what he needed? It would have to be someone who was both physically and emotionally strong. Someone intelligent.
Wait.
He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it before.
He’d been selecting victims when he should have been seeking heroes.
Detective Dane was in for a big surprise.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Mac sat in the waiting room, his hand linked with Hannah’s. Grant sat on her other side, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Mac’s eyes kept straying to the open doorway of the surgical waiting room. Stella had called to say that she was all right, but until he saw her, touched her, he couldn’t believe it. He needed to put his hands on her body and feel her alive and warm.
A green-scrubbed surgeon stepped into the doorway, his mask pulled down around his neck. Sweat beaded his brow below his green surgical cap. He scanned the room. “Who’s here for Detective McNamara?”
Hannah stood. Her hand trembled in Mac’s. He squeezed her fingers as the doctor approached.
“He’s going to be OK,” the doctor said. “He lost a lot of blood, but he got lucky. The bullet missed the brachial artery. He’s asking for Hannah. Is that you?”
“Yes.” Hannah’s voice was weak and shaky. This was the second time in his life that Mac had seen her truly terrified.
The doctor pulled the cap from his head. “I’ll have a nurse come for you as soon as he’s settled in recovery.”
Hannah dropped into the chair as if her legs gave out. Tears poured down her white face. Mac gently pushed her head toward her knees. “Breathe.”
“He’s OK, Hannah.” Grant rubbed her back.
She sat up and wiped the tears from her face with both hands. “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. I’d be in the same shape if something ever happened to Ellie,” Grant said. “You too, Mac. I know you feel like you owe us—and the world—a debt of some sort, but we feel the same way about you. We abandoned you. Mom and Dad were both sick. You had no one, and we were both so caught up in getting the hell out of Scarlet Falls that we didn’t see that.”
“We didn’t want to see it,” Hannah added. “We failed you, and we’re sorry.”
“What?” Mac was incredulous. “I pretty sure I’m the one who failed.”
Hannah shook her head. “You were a kid. We went off on our merry way, all full of the conquer-the-world Barrett ambition.”
“I know I should have been worrying about you, instead of single-mindedly concentrating on my military career.” Grant shook his head. “Dad gave us a lot of good qualities. We’re determined. We don’t believe in failure.”
“We’re honest and honorable to a fault.” Hannah added. “We know how to work together as a team.”