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relief channeled through her. There had been women and children on the street and at least three shots had been fired, maybe four if Chen’s injury had happened after hers. “Did they get the shooter? Who’s got the case?”
    â€œThe city police department picked it up, but when they realized you were an agent, they let the FBI step in and take over. And no, they haven’t caught anyone yet.”
    A nurse stepped into the room, his gaze sharp as he took in the fact that she was awake. After a few routine questions, a check on her pulse and blood pressure and the drip feeding into her left arm, he made a note on the chart clipped on the end of her bed and left.
    A metal trolley rattled in the corridor outside. With stiff movements, Dana got to her feet. “It’s after eight. I need to get something to eat and freshen up. I’ll be back in an hour or two. Is there anything you need?”
    Taylor didn’t know when she’d be able to wear them, but she needed some real clothes and some toiletry items. Her hair felt stiff, as if it hadn’t been washed in days—which it hadn’t—and her teeth felt fuzzy.
    She gave Dana her list. “Have you talked to Bayard since you’ve been here?”
    Dana’s jaw firmed. She didn’t like Marc Bayard or the FBI. Over the past few months Bayard had questioned her on a number of occasions about her involvement with Lopez and the fact that, years ago, she had been implicated in the theft of money from Lopez’s account. Dana hadn’t voluntarily had anything to do with either Lopez or the theft. Her association with Esther Morell had made her an unwitting pawn, but that hadn’t made the interviews any less unpleasant. “Don’t worry about Bayard, or your job. You don’t have to go back after this.”
    Taylor’s reaction was knee-jerk. Uh-uh. No way was she not going back.
    Without her job she would die.
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    The next time she woke up Jack Jones was standing just inside the doorway, as large as life, a faithful rendition of the graying-at-the-temples version she’d seen at her bedside the previous day.
    Whether it was the sedative effect of the painkillers or the possibility that she was hallucinating, Taylor didn’t blink. She stared at his jaw and at eyes a lot like her own, and for a split second she was ten again and the loss was wrenching.
    As a child, she had imagined Jack Jones walking back into her life in a dozen different ways. She and Dana would be told that there had been a mistake; he hadn’t died, someone else had. Or, he had been revived in hospital—or even the morgue. Better still, his death, the funeral—the stark emptiness—had never happened. They had been part of a nightmare and one day she would wake up.
    Years had passed; she hadn’t woken up.
    She met his gaze. The pressure banding her chest buttoned off as she adjusted to the cold fact that Jack Jones was very much alive. That for over twenty years he had chosen to let her believe he was dead. “How did you get in here?”
    â€œTaylor, I’m sorry—”
    â€œHow did you get in here?”
    He lifted his shoulders. “I said I was your uncle.”
    She gasped for breath. The deep, gritty pain in her chest edged through the haze of the painkiller. “Where did you go?”
    Why did you do it? Why didn’t you call? Ever?
    Jack didn’t confuse her question with the fact that she had woken up while he was in her room before. “Florida. The Keys. I’ve got a fish-and-dive charter business down there.”
    Another surge of emotion hit, this one more controllable. Years ago, after Jack had left, Dana had struggled to make ends meet. For a while they had been dirt-poor. The fact that her father had made a new life for himself in the sunny state of Florida didn’t make being abandoned any easier to take. “Dana saw your body.”
    â€œThat wasn’t