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squeezed her hand.
A wave of relief washed over her. Richard wasn’t hurt as badly as she’d thought. Bill was an excellent neurosurgeon and she trusted his judgment.
But even though she knew Richard would likely pull through this, she wasn’t at all sure that his memory would be intact when he woke up. She knew from other patients she’d cared for that it was rare that they retained any memory of the events preceding a head injury.
Had Richard known his attacker? Did Creighton go over to Richard’s house himself or hire someone else to do it? And what was he looking for?
She had no idea. All she could do was to cooperate with the police investigation. Shane was a good cop, and she believed that he’d figure out who was behind all this and why.
“Hey, are you all right?” Shane asked softly, coming up to stand beside her.
She turned toward him and forced a smile. “Yes, I’m fine. Richard’s condition is stable at the moment, and they’re getting ready to send him up to the neuro intermediate-care unit. That’s a step down from intensive care.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear it. I’ll need to talk to him once he wakes up.”
Gabby swallowed a lump in her throat. “I know.”
“Dr. Gabby? We’re ready to move him upstairs,” the nurse said.
She stepped back, giving the nurses room to maneuver Richard’s gurney out from the trauma bay.
“Do you need anything from your bag before we leave?” Shane asked. “I put it in the call room you were in last night.”
She wouldn’t have minded changing her clothes but shook her head. “No, that’s fine. Let’s go.”
Shane took her arm and once again they walked outside to his police vehicle. Oddly enough, she was getting used to driving around beside him.
Don’t go there,
she told herself sternly. This entire interlude was just a blip in her routine existence. Soon, everything would be back to normal.
“I’m glad your stepfather is going to be okay,” Shane said as he pulled out of the parking structure.
“Me, too. Although, as I mentioned before, I don’t know how much help I’ll be when it comes to going through his office. You’d be better off waiting for him to wake up so he can tell you what, if anything, is missing.”
Shane nodded brusquely. “I don’t like the idea of waiting, but it’s going to take time for the crime scene techs to get through there anyway, so maybe the delay won’t matter.”
Gabby hoped they’d find something useful, too. She fell silent as Shane drove to the sheriff’s department headquarters, located just a few miles from the hospital.
She followed him inside, glancing around curiously. She’d never been inside a police station or sheriff’s department before.
Nate was there, waiting for them. He jerked his thumb behind him. “Griff is waiting for you in his office,” he said.
If Shane was worried about getting yelled at, he didn’t show it. “Gabby, Nate is going to take your statement, okay? I’ll come find you when I’m finished.”
She felt nervous but pushed the useless emotion aside since she knew she hadn’t done anything wrong. Nate took her into a sterile room that contained metal chairs and a long metal table. He set down a tape recorder and then took a seat across from her.
“I need to record this interview,” he said, turning on the machine.
Gabby scowled. “You need my permission,” she reminded him, well aware of the Wisconsin state law that protected citizens from being recorded without their consent.
Nate lifted a bow. “Why wouldn’t you agree, unless you have something to hide?”
She took another deep breath. “I don’t have anything to hide, but you still need to ask for my permission.”
Nate stared at her for a long minute. “Okay, do I have your permission to record this interview?”
“Yes.” Gabby knew she was being stubborn, but for some reason, Nate’s attitude toward her was anything but warm and fuzzy. She didn’t understand why he didn’t
A wave of relief washed over her. Richard wasn’t hurt as badly as she’d thought. Bill was an excellent neurosurgeon and she trusted his judgment.
But even though she knew Richard would likely pull through this, she wasn’t at all sure that his memory would be intact when he woke up. She knew from other patients she’d cared for that it was rare that they retained any memory of the events preceding a head injury.
Had Richard known his attacker? Did Creighton go over to Richard’s house himself or hire someone else to do it? And what was he looking for?
She had no idea. All she could do was to cooperate with the police investigation. Shane was a good cop, and she believed that he’d figure out who was behind all this and why.
“Hey, are you all right?” Shane asked softly, coming up to stand beside her.
She turned toward him and forced a smile. “Yes, I’m fine. Richard’s condition is stable at the moment, and they’re getting ready to send him up to the neuro intermediate-care unit. That’s a step down from intensive care.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear it. I’ll need to talk to him once he wakes up.”
Gabby swallowed a lump in her throat. “I know.”
“Dr. Gabby? We’re ready to move him upstairs,” the nurse said.
She stepped back, giving the nurses room to maneuver Richard’s gurney out from the trauma bay.
“Do you need anything from your bag before we leave?” Shane asked. “I put it in the call room you were in last night.”
She wouldn’t have minded changing her clothes but shook her head. “No, that’s fine. Let’s go.”
Shane took her arm and once again they walked outside to his police vehicle. Oddly enough, she was getting used to driving around beside him.
Don’t go there,
she told herself sternly. This entire interlude was just a blip in her routine existence. Soon, everything would be back to normal.
“I’m glad your stepfather is going to be okay,” Shane said as he pulled out of the parking structure.
“Me, too. Although, as I mentioned before, I don’t know how much help I’ll be when it comes to going through his office. You’d be better off waiting for him to wake up so he can tell you what, if anything, is missing.”
Shane nodded brusquely. “I don’t like the idea of waiting, but it’s going to take time for the crime scene techs to get through there anyway, so maybe the delay won’t matter.”
Gabby hoped they’d find something useful, too. She fell silent as Shane drove to the sheriff’s department headquarters, located just a few miles from the hospital.
She followed him inside, glancing around curiously. She’d never been inside a police station or sheriff’s department before.
Nate was there, waiting for them. He jerked his thumb behind him. “Griff is waiting for you in his office,” he said.
If Shane was worried about getting yelled at, he didn’t show it. “Gabby, Nate is going to take your statement, okay? I’ll come find you when I’m finished.”
She felt nervous but pushed the useless emotion aside since she knew she hadn’t done anything wrong. Nate took her into a sterile room that contained metal chairs and a long metal table. He set down a tape recorder and then took a seat across from her.
“I need to record this interview,” he said, turning on the machine.
Gabby scowled. “You need my permission,” she reminded him, well aware of the Wisconsin state law that protected citizens from being recorded without their consent.
Nate lifted a bow. “Why wouldn’t you agree, unless you have something to hide?”
She took another deep breath. “I don’t have anything to hide, but you still need to ask for my permission.”
Nate stared at her for a long minute. “Okay, do I have your permission to record this interview?”
“Yes.” Gabby knew she was being stubborn, but for some reason, Nate’s attitude toward her was anything but warm and fuzzy. She didn’t understand why he didn’t
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