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his point. “Take that part of you and give it to Mara. You did a damn good job of making sure your sister became an adult who would have conquered the world if cancer hadn’t taken her. She was an amazing woman and the turnout for her funeral is a testament to that. Dude, give Mara the tools she needs to become an amazing woman like Nina. Don’t ever let her feel like you abandoned her in any way, because I know that’s not the man you are.”
* * *
Standing outside Harper’s hospital room, Marco took a deep breath, ignoring the inquisitive looks McCabe and Foster were giving him. He was trying to psych himself up for the coming conversation. Her mother and the baby had left an hour ago, under the watchful eyes of Boomer and Devon. The overnight shifts had been contracted out to Chase Dixon’s Blackhawk Security, where Trident got their backup personnel and transportation when needed. Even with the new Omega guys, they were using six guys per shift—three on Mrs. Williams and the baby, and two here outside Harper’s room. The sixth man had been assigned to the security office downstairs on the first floor. Ian had called in a favor to the hospital’s CEO, so they had eyes on everywhere the cameras were within the facility. The police department still had a man outside Harper’s house guarding the crime scene.
“You going to stand there all night, just staring at the door?”
Not turning his head toward the man, Marco held up his middle finger. “Fuck off, Foster, or your next training session is going to be a twenty mile run with a fifty-pound pack.”
The former Secret Service agent snorted, but wisely kept his mouth shut.
Come on, DeAngelis, get a fucking grip. You can do this. Just walk in there and propose . How hard can it be? “Shit.”
Pushing the door open, he entered and made sure it was completely shut again before directing his gaze toward Harper’s bed. If she was surprised to see he’d returned, she didn’t show it as she waited in silence for him to say something. He cleared his throat, but didn’t move away from the door. “Are you feeling any better?”
“I’m done puking,” she answered in a matter of fact tone he didn’t care for, “if that’s what you’re asking, but my head still feels like I got hit with a baseball bat. By the way, what did I get hit with? I forgot to ask the police.”
“A bookend. One of those wooden elephants you have on your bookcase. You’re lucky he didn’t grab the cast iron or marble ones.” Harper kept an extensive book collection in her home office and had been collecting elephant bookends from around the world since she was young. The police figured her assailant was in that room when she pulled up the drive and he grabbed the nearest thing he could find. She had only gotten a few steps into the foyer when he struck her from his hiding spot behind the front door. Her office and bedroom had been trashed, but they would need her to look through everything to figure out if anything was missing. “Did you remember anything?”
She gestured for him to take a seat in the chair next to her bed and he relaxed a little, relieved they were going to talk and not yell. When he sat, she shook her head slightly, being mindful of her injury. “No, I didn’t. The last thing I remember was stopping at the supermarket for diapers. Ian and Detective Murdock were here a little while ago and gave me the third degree about my clients and who might have a grudge against me. It could be any of my clients’ husbands or boyfriends who felt I was the cause of their separation, divorce, or their wife or girlfriend’s disappearance. I told the detective I would check with the bar association on Monday to confirm what I can release to the police without breaking client/attorney privilege. But I’m always so careful to make sure I’m not being followed, and I keep my home address and phone numbers unlisted, so I really think it was a random burglary.”
Marco
* * *
Standing outside Harper’s hospital room, Marco took a deep breath, ignoring the inquisitive looks McCabe and Foster were giving him. He was trying to psych himself up for the coming conversation. Her mother and the baby had left an hour ago, under the watchful eyes of Boomer and Devon. The overnight shifts had been contracted out to Chase Dixon’s Blackhawk Security, where Trident got their backup personnel and transportation when needed. Even with the new Omega guys, they were using six guys per shift—three on Mrs. Williams and the baby, and two here outside Harper’s room. The sixth man had been assigned to the security office downstairs on the first floor. Ian had called in a favor to the hospital’s CEO, so they had eyes on everywhere the cameras were within the facility. The police department still had a man outside Harper’s house guarding the crime scene.
“You going to stand there all night, just staring at the door?”
Not turning his head toward the man, Marco held up his middle finger. “Fuck off, Foster, or your next training session is going to be a twenty mile run with a fifty-pound pack.”
The former Secret Service agent snorted, but wisely kept his mouth shut.
Come on, DeAngelis, get a fucking grip. You can do this. Just walk in there and propose . How hard can it be? “Shit.”
Pushing the door open, he entered and made sure it was completely shut again before directing his gaze toward Harper’s bed. If she was surprised to see he’d returned, she didn’t show it as she waited in silence for him to say something. He cleared his throat, but didn’t move away from the door. “Are you feeling any better?”
“I’m done puking,” she answered in a matter of fact tone he didn’t care for, “if that’s what you’re asking, but my head still feels like I got hit with a baseball bat. By the way, what did I get hit with? I forgot to ask the police.”
“A bookend. One of those wooden elephants you have on your bookcase. You’re lucky he didn’t grab the cast iron or marble ones.” Harper kept an extensive book collection in her home office and had been collecting elephant bookends from around the world since she was young. The police figured her assailant was in that room when she pulled up the drive and he grabbed the nearest thing he could find. She had only gotten a few steps into the foyer when he struck her from his hiding spot behind the front door. Her office and bedroom had been trashed, but they would need her to look through everything to figure out if anything was missing. “Did you remember anything?”
She gestured for him to take a seat in the chair next to her bed and he relaxed a little, relieved they were going to talk and not yell. When he sat, she shook her head slightly, being mindful of her injury. “No, I didn’t. The last thing I remember was stopping at the supermarket for diapers. Ian and Detective Murdock were here a little while ago and gave me the third degree about my clients and who might have a grudge against me. It could be any of my clients’ husbands or boyfriends who felt I was the cause of their separation, divorce, or their wife or girlfriend’s disappearance. I told the detective I would check with the bar association on Monday to confirm what I can release to the police without breaking client/attorney privilege. But I’m always so careful to make sure I’m not being followed, and I keep my home address and phone numbers unlisted, so I really think it was a random burglary.”
Marco
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