him by the shirtsleeve and held him back. The BCA agent wheeled on her.
"I'd like to hear a better explanation of where he was tonight."
"So would I. We'll hear it in the morning."
"What if he's involved? What if he's the one who took Josh home? He could skip."
"Don't be stupid," Ellen said impatiently. "If he wanted to skip, do you think he would drop off the son he kidnapped, then drive around own for two hours, then go back to his office, then run?"
Wilhelm wagged a finger in her face. "He owned that van."
"That van that yielded us nothing."
"I think we should take Mr. Kirkwood downtown and discuss his whereabouts tonight."
"Then you feel free to express that opinion to Chief Holt. Push him far enough, and you'll be able to question Dr. Ulrich while he tries to set he broken bones in your face. Personally, I've seen enough of this hospital for one night."
Wright's bond hearing was less than eight hours away. Garrett Wright, who would be charged with the abduction of Josh Kirkwood. Josh Kirkwood, who had been returned home safe while Garrett Wright sat in a cell in the city jail.
Hannah refused the offer of a patient's gown to sleep in. She ignored the cot that had been set up for her next to Josh's bed. She pulled her boots off and climbed onto the bed with her son.
Josh played with the control switch, slowly raising and lowering the head of the bed, the foot of the bed, bending it in two in the middle, The ride was not unlike the one Hannah's emotions had been on for the past two weeks. The ride they were still on now. The idea that Josh was back safe was a giddy high. The fear of what had been done to him mentally was a crashing, black low. The feelings chased each other inside her, around and around, up and down as the bed went up and own.
She slipped her arm around Josh and settled her hand over the control. "That's enough, sweetheart. You're making me seasick," she murmured. She smiled softly as one of his sandy-brown curls tickled her nose. "Remember the time we went out on Grandpa's boat and Uncle Tim got seasick after he teased us about being landlubbers?"
She waited for him to roll over and grin at her, eyes bright, giggles bubbling just behind his smile. He would laugh and tell her the whole story, complete with sound effects, and she would feel the most incredible swelling, brilliant, warm rush of love and relief and joy. But he
didn 't roll over and he didn't laugh. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He just went still. The rush of love was an ache. The joy was tangled in anguish.
The door swung open and Paul stepped into the room looking anxious and hesitant at once. Hannah bit down on the questions she wanted to snap at him. Where had he been? Why hadn't he been here for Josh? How like him to leave the worst moments for her to deal with, then walk in after the fact. And what a sad commentary on their relationship that in this moment that should have been so happy for them both, the first thing she wanted to do was attack him.
He rushed into the room, his gaze fixed on their son.
"Oh, God," he whispered, struggling visibly with a knot of emotions—disbelief, joy, uncertainty. "Josh."
Josh sat up and stared at him, unsmiling.
"I tried to call you," Hannah said softly. "I tried your office—-"
"I was out," Paul said shortly, not taking his eyes off his son. He mustered a smile, reaching out slowly. "Josh, son—"
Josh hurled the bed control at him and flung himself at Hannah.
"Josh!" Hannah cried. Her expression of surprise was directed at Paul.
"Josh, it's me, Dad," Paul said, confusion furrowing his brow.
He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out again to touch his son's shoulder. The gesture was batted away. Josh's legs kicked out as if he were trying to run.
"I don't understand this," Paul said. "Josh, what's the matter? Don't you know me?"
His only answer was a frightened squeal
"I'd like to hear a better explanation of where he was tonight."
"So would I. We'll hear it in the morning."
"What if he's involved? What if he's the one who took Josh home? He could skip."
"Don't be stupid," Ellen said impatiently. "If he wanted to skip, do you think he would drop off the son he kidnapped, then drive around own for two hours, then go back to his office, then run?"
Wilhelm wagged a finger in her face. "He owned that van."
"That van that yielded us nothing."
"I think we should take Mr. Kirkwood downtown and discuss his whereabouts tonight."
"Then you feel free to express that opinion to Chief Holt. Push him far enough, and you'll be able to question Dr. Ulrich while he tries to set he broken bones in your face. Personally, I've seen enough of this hospital for one night."
Wright's bond hearing was less than eight hours away. Garrett Wright, who would be charged with the abduction of Josh Kirkwood. Josh Kirkwood, who had been returned home safe while Garrett Wright sat in a cell in the city jail.
Hannah refused the offer of a patient's gown to sleep in. She ignored the cot that had been set up for her next to Josh's bed. She pulled her boots off and climbed onto the bed with her son.
Josh played with the control switch, slowly raising and lowering the head of the bed, the foot of the bed, bending it in two in the middle, The ride was not unlike the one Hannah's emotions had been on for the past two weeks. The ride they were still on now. The idea that Josh was back safe was a giddy high. The fear of what had been done to him mentally was a crashing, black low. The feelings chased each other inside her, around and around, up and down as the bed went up and own.
She slipped her arm around Josh and settled her hand over the control. "That's enough, sweetheart. You're making me seasick," she murmured. She smiled softly as one of his sandy-brown curls tickled her nose. "Remember the time we went out on Grandpa's boat and Uncle Tim got seasick after he teased us about being landlubbers?"
She waited for him to roll over and grin at her, eyes bright, giggles bubbling just behind his smile. He would laugh and tell her the whole story, complete with sound effects, and she would feel the most incredible swelling, brilliant, warm rush of love and relief and joy. But he
didn 't roll over and he didn't laugh. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He just went still. The rush of love was an ache. The joy was tangled in anguish.
The door swung open and Paul stepped into the room looking anxious and hesitant at once. Hannah bit down on the questions she wanted to snap at him. Where had he been? Why hadn't he been here for Josh? How like him to leave the worst moments for her to deal with, then walk in after the fact. And what a sad commentary on their relationship that in this moment that should have been so happy for them both, the first thing she wanted to do was attack him.
He rushed into the room, his gaze fixed on their son.
"Oh, God," he whispered, struggling visibly with a knot of emotions—disbelief, joy, uncertainty. "Josh."
Josh sat up and stared at him, unsmiling.
"I tried to call you," Hannah said softly. "I tried your office—-"
"I was out," Paul said shortly, not taking his eyes off his son. He mustered a smile, reaching out slowly. "Josh, son—"
Josh hurled the bed control at him and flung himself at Hannah.
"Josh!" Hannah cried. Her expression of surprise was directed at Paul.
"Josh, it's me, Dad," Paul said, confusion furrowing his brow.
He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out again to touch his son's shoulder. The gesture was batted away. Josh's legs kicked out as if he were trying to run.
"I don't understand this," Paul said. "Josh, what's the matter? Don't you know me?"
His only answer was a frightened squeal
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