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Nikolai nodded.He suspected there would be a million questions, but he appreciated Isaac making sure he got some time to settle his mind.
A young woman with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail and dressed like an EMT walked toward him."This way."She motioned toward one of the two ambulances parked outside at the same time as two EMTs ran into the building with a stretcher.
"What have we got?"She smiled at Nikolai.
"He had a scalpel, cut my calf when I was distracted."Such a rookie mistake.
She nodded, talked him out of his jeans, took one look at the wound, and told him he needed stitches.Nikolai could've guessed as much himself.
She conferred with the driver, and then they closed the doors and got driving.
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Chapter 28
Frode woke to voices, then Hjalmar was cursing.Loudly.He forced his eyes open and looked around.Hjalmar and Elmore were near the door; Elmore more serious than Frode had ever seen him, and Hjalmar pale and tense.
Fear took hold of him."What happened?Where is Nikolai?"He looked around the room to make sure he hadn't missed him somewhere.
Hjalmar hurried over to the bed when Frode tried to sit--not a great motion when someone had stabbed you in the stomach.
"Easy."Hjalmar put a hand on his shoulder, gently pressing him back down again.
"Where is Nikolai?"Hysteria clung to his words.
Elmore walked to the opposite side of the bed from Hjalmar."Nikolai is fine.He's downstairs getting his calf stitched up."
"What?"Frode looked between them."What happened?"
"He went home to shower and change, but Saylor attacked him in the staircase."
The sound leaving him was one of anguish.
"He's fine."Elmore patted his arm."He shot Saylor in the leg though, so it might take some time before he can come to see you.I assume Agent Green and Ramirez will catch up with him before he can get here, and then there will be a zillion questions and reports to write."
Frode groaned."What about Saylor?"
Elmore shrugged."He should be here too.I suspect he'll need surgery.It's how it most often goes with a gunshot wound in the thigh."
"He's here?"There was a quiver in his voice.He didn't want Saylor anywhere near him.
"Don't worry.There are officers surrounding him at all times."
Hjalmar squeezed his shoulder."He attacked a detective, Frode.There will always be someone with him."
"Because attacking a psychic wasn't bad enough?"Frode glared at him, and Hjalmar grinned.
"It was, but cops don't take kindly to have one of their own attacked."
"Saylor is a cop too."
Hjalmar scoffed."He's a murderer, a serial killer."
But he'd killed to get Frode's attention.A wave of nausea washed over him.Before he could put words on it, an attractive Hispanic man in a suit knocked on the open door and strode inside."Frode Bakke?"
Frode nodded.
"I'm Agent Ramirez.Are you well enough to answer a few questions?"
