Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
I nodded, not really hungry but knowing I needed to keep up my strength.
“You’re on fluid restrictions. Only water today, all right? But we’ll see if we can get you a wee tea or coffee tomorrow.” Janet winked at me with a smile and disappeared out of the room.
“God, I’d give anything for a coffee.” I eyed Cammie’s cup with envy as she took a sip.
She winced. “Don’t be jealous, babe. It’s vile, but I need the caffeine.”
I chuckled and then groaned as pain sliced through my gut. “Don’t make me laugh.”
“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“Not your fault.” We shared a small smile and then mine fell. “Where is he?”
Her brow furrowed. “Ramsay left yesterday. Put Quinn in charge of Akiva. Put private security outside your hospital door.”
My eyebrows shot up my forehead. “What? How?”
“No idea. But they’re the real deal.”
“How can he afford private security?”
Cammie huffed. “Oh, I have my suspicions Ramsay McRae is absolutely rollin’ in it. I have no idea how he made the money, but he’s rollin’ in it.”
He’d chosen not to stay by my side but he made sure I was protected? “Did he talk to the police before he left?”
“No, but the police haven’t shown up yet. I thought they’d be here by now for a statement. Maybe they’ll turn up today.”
“Where is he, then?”
Cammie’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know. But Quinn is being cagey about it. To no one’s surprise, I was vocally pissed off that Ramsay left and didn’t come back. Quinn … well, he alluded to the idea that Ramsay is going after whoever did this to you.”
My mind raced. My first thought was fear for him. What if he was throwing himself into this mess with Halston Cole?
My second was … Who was Ramsay McRae?
What exactly did he do in the Royal Marines?
“He didn’t leave you alone.” Cammie’s tone was reassuring. “Quinn says he’s never seen Ramsay so cold, so focused. He’s … Christ, I’m worried he’ll kill the bastard who did it if he finds him.”
I flinched thinking about Halston.
Maybe it wasn’t Ramsay I needed to be worried about.
Cammie left midmorning to get something to eat in the cafeteria after I insisted. Once she was gone, I had nothing to do but stare at a blank wall and worry about what Ramsay was up to. They’d taken my belongings, so I didn’t have my phone. Cammie had thoughtfully reached out to London because I’d given her London’s number in case of an emergency. She said London’s boyfriend, Nick, picked up, and she’d informed him about my attack. He’d promised to let London know.
“He was kind of a rude prick,” Cammie huffed.
Yeah, that sounded like Nick.
I just hoped he didn’t send London into a panicked tailspin.
Cammie had only been gone around ten minutes when Janet appeared to let me know two police officers had arrived to talk to me. I assured her I was up to it.
The detective inspector was an older man who looked to be in his midfifties. Tall, broad of shoulder, and a little soft around the middle. His partner, a detective constable, was a younger woman. Maybe late thirties, early forties.
They introduced themselves as DI Peter Bishop and DC Louise Branford. Everything seemed normal at first. They took a statement from me about what happened.
But then DI Bishop said, “We have the suspect in custody.”
Shocked, I stared at them. The guy was masked and he got away by boat. I hadn’t expected them to find him. At least not this soon.
“A tourist took a photo of the boat and through that we found a registration. It led us to the suspect and the weapon. It had your DNA on it.”
I reeled with shock. “Th-that’s amazing.”
The officers shared a look, and the man offered a frown of his own. “It really is. It’s astonishing how quickly he was found. You must have friends in very high places, Ms. Silver.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we were provided with information that leads us to believe an American, Mr. Halston Cole, hired the suspect to attack you. Are you familiar with Mr. Cole?”
What the actual fuck?
I gaped at the officers. “Uh, yeah, he’s, um, the CEO of my family’s hotel business.”
“We’re working in coordination with the FBI and yesterday they arrested Mr. Cole. Do you know why Mr. Cole would attack you?”
Deciding it didn’t matter now because the article went to press next week, I quietly explained the situation.
The officers exchanged looks as they noted everything down. “Well …” DI Bishop seemed stumped on what to say. “Corporate manslaughter is a new one for us. But, uh, thank you for the statement. We’ll be in touch once we have more information.”
They departed bemused and left me wondering what the hell they’d meant by the statement “friends in very high places.”