Page 166 of Fury In Death

“I can wait.” But he kissed her. “We’ll get some sleep, and rest up for the requested visit with brunch tomorrow.”

“Less people, more food. Anyway, I like the McNabs and the Peabodys.”

“As do I.”

Closing her eyes, she drifted off with the intention of sleeping until she had to get up for the visit.

Her ’link woke her at eight.

“It’s Mercy Hospital. Shit. Who’s hurt? Block video. Dallas.”

“Lieutenant Dallas, this is Dr. Colby at Mercy? I have a patient asking for you. He gave me your ’link number. Steven Redman.”

She shot straight up. “He needs to be restrained, guarded. He—”

“Lieutenant, trust me. He won’t get out of his hospital bed again. He’s in massive organ failure, and doesn’t have much time left. His family is here, saying their goodbyes, but he’s asked to see you, speak with you. ICU, room three.”

“I’m on my way.”

“I’ll get your clothes.”

“Have to skip the wanding. No time.”

“We’ll do it later. I’m going with you. Are you calling in uniforms?”

“He told me the serum was killing him. He meant it. He isn’t asking to see me to take off before he does.”

She threw on the jeans, the sweater, added her weapon, her badge, the rest. Took the jacket Roarke handed her.

“You drive,” she told him. “I have to let Whitney know.”

She reported as Roarke sped across Manhattan.

“Uniforms meeting me. Have to do it, but I’m keeping them back, keeping them out. Keeping him alive, he said. Killing him. He stopped taking it. He said less time if he stopped.”

“I’ll park, meet you,” Roarke said as he pulled up to the hospital.

She rushed in, held up her badge. “ICU, room three.”

“That corridor, left elevator banks.”

When she reached the floor, she saw Redman’s sister weeping, a man holding her.

She pushed up when she saw Eve.

“Our parents are with him. He—Steve, he contacted them last night, and they came. He contacted me. The doctor . . . He’s dying. My brother’s dying. He won’t let them do anything for him. And they . . . they say there’s nothing they can do but keep him comfortable.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know he did that to you, and he’s sorry. I know what he did, but—”

“I’m going to go talk to him.”

She held up her badge as two uniforms got off the elevator. “Stay out here,” she ordered. “Stay out of the way.”

“You can’t arrest him now! He’s dying.”

“I’m not, but I’m going to follow procedure. He’d expect me to. I need to go in.”