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obviously determined to have a normal conversation. She took her replacement shirt from off the end of the bed and put it on over her gown.
Shaw shook off the effects of his own suddenly raging libido so he could get his mind on anything but the thought of what it would feel like to be deep inside Sabrina.
“We still haven’t been able to find Gavin,” Shaw finally managed to say. “Have you come up with any possible reason why he would think it was his fault that you were taken hostage?”
She downed some water from the bottle on the nightstand. “This is a stretch, but maybe he knew the gunmen. He said nothing to me to indicate that, but I can’t come up with a connection between a Rootsfind client and what went on at the hospital.”
Shaw thought about that a moment. “What exactly did Gavin want you to do for him?”
She shrugged as if the answer were obvious. The shrug caused her shirt to shift, and he got another peek at her nipples.
Shaw looked away.
“He wanted me to find his birth father,” Sabrina explained, “and he gave me all the normal details—his place and date of birth. His mother’s name. She was a single mom and died young without revealing who his father was.”
“You said Gavin was persistent, more obsessed than most about finding his parent. Why? Had something changed recently in his life? Like maybe he needed bone marrow or something?”
She shook her head. “He didn’t mention that, but I suppose it’s possible. Still…” She paused. “I got the feeling this was more personal than medical. He seemed angry that his father hadn’t made himself known.”
Interesting. It might not be connected to the case, but Shaw would dig deeper. He wanted to learn why Gavin felt responsible for Sabrina being taken hostage. That might be the key to solving all of this.
“I’ve been getting updates throughout the night,” Shaw explained. “That nurse, Michael Frost, called at least two of the other hostages, Willa Marks and Bailey Hodges. Neither was part of the moms’ support group,but he told them their doctors had gotten back critical lab results and that they needed to come to the hospital immediately.”
Sabrina made a sharp intake of breath. “So, it was a trick. And I fell for it.”
Shaw didn’t want her to go back to beating herself up. Hell, he probably would have fallen for it, too. “Is it possible that Michael Frost was one of the gunmen?”
She stayed quiet a moment. “The breath mint guy did most of the talking, and he didn’t sound like Frost. Of course, he could have disguised his voice.”
Absolutely. Shaw was looking into that, too, but it might be a dead end since none of the messages had been recorded.
Shaw sat in the chair across from her so they could be eye to eye. And wouldn’t be touching. “Do you know if you had anything in common with Willa Marks or Bailey Hodges, the other two women that Frost called? Maybe you met them before the hostage situation.”
Again, she paused, and her forehead bunched up while she stayed deep in thought. “I don’t think so. I heard the gunmen calling out for someone named Bailey, of course, but this is the first I’ve heard of Willa Marks. I’m pretty sure I’ve never met either of them.”
There might still be a connection that could come out later. For now, he needed as many solid leads and facts as possible.
He took some paper from the briefcase that’d been delivered with the laptop, and handed it and a pen to Sabrina. “Why don’t you start writing down your statement? I’ll arrange to have us some breakfast delivered.”
The sun had barely come up, but his body was already screaming for caffeine. And sex. It wasn’t going to get the sex, but he could do something about the coffee.
He used his cell to call headquarters and request breakfast. The hotel had room service, but it was too big of a risk to use it. Sabrina’s face had been plastered all over the news by now, and he didn’t want a hotel
Shaw shook off the effects of his own suddenly raging libido so he could get his mind on anything but the thought of what it would feel like to be deep inside Sabrina.
“We still haven’t been able to find Gavin,” Shaw finally managed to say. “Have you come up with any possible reason why he would think it was his fault that you were taken hostage?”
She downed some water from the bottle on the nightstand. “This is a stretch, but maybe he knew the gunmen. He said nothing to me to indicate that, but I can’t come up with a connection between a Rootsfind client and what went on at the hospital.”
Shaw thought about that a moment. “What exactly did Gavin want you to do for him?”
She shrugged as if the answer were obvious. The shrug caused her shirt to shift, and he got another peek at her nipples.
Shaw looked away.
“He wanted me to find his birth father,” Sabrina explained, “and he gave me all the normal details—his place and date of birth. His mother’s name. She was a single mom and died young without revealing who his father was.”
“You said Gavin was persistent, more obsessed than most about finding his parent. Why? Had something changed recently in his life? Like maybe he needed bone marrow or something?”
She shook her head. “He didn’t mention that, but I suppose it’s possible. Still…” She paused. “I got the feeling this was more personal than medical. He seemed angry that his father hadn’t made himself known.”
Interesting. It might not be connected to the case, but Shaw would dig deeper. He wanted to learn why Gavin felt responsible for Sabrina being taken hostage. That might be the key to solving all of this.
“I’ve been getting updates throughout the night,” Shaw explained. “That nurse, Michael Frost, called at least two of the other hostages, Willa Marks and Bailey Hodges. Neither was part of the moms’ support group,but he told them their doctors had gotten back critical lab results and that they needed to come to the hospital immediately.”
Sabrina made a sharp intake of breath. “So, it was a trick. And I fell for it.”
Shaw didn’t want her to go back to beating herself up. Hell, he probably would have fallen for it, too. “Is it possible that Michael Frost was one of the gunmen?”
She stayed quiet a moment. “The breath mint guy did most of the talking, and he didn’t sound like Frost. Of course, he could have disguised his voice.”
Absolutely. Shaw was looking into that, too, but it might be a dead end since none of the messages had been recorded.
Shaw sat in the chair across from her so they could be eye to eye. And wouldn’t be touching. “Do you know if you had anything in common with Willa Marks or Bailey Hodges, the other two women that Frost called? Maybe you met them before the hostage situation.”
Again, she paused, and her forehead bunched up while she stayed deep in thought. “I don’t think so. I heard the gunmen calling out for someone named Bailey, of course, but this is the first I’ve heard of Willa Marks. I’m pretty sure I’ve never met either of them.”
There might still be a connection that could come out later. For now, he needed as many solid leads and facts as possible.
He took some paper from the briefcase that’d been delivered with the laptop, and handed it and a pen to Sabrina. “Why don’t you start writing down your statement? I’ll arrange to have us some breakfast delivered.”
The sun had barely come up, but his body was already screaming for caffeine. And sex. It wasn’t going to get the sex, but he could do something about the coffee.
He used his cell to call headquarters and request breakfast. The hotel had room service, but it was too big of a risk to use it. Sabrina’s face had been plastered all over the news by now, and he didn’t want a hotel
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