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“I sent you a copy of the surveillance video from the hallway outside your sister’s hospital room.”
“That didn’t take long.”
“You called the best… and the best delivered.”
Prescott chuckled. “You are, and I’m glad you know it.”
“Em and I are looking forward to seeing everyone at Hawk and Addison’s wedding next weekend.”
“Next weekend? I lost track of time.”
“This lockdown has been great for us, but we’re ready to get back to work.” He started coughing.
After Stryker finished hocking up a lung, Prescott said, “That doesn’t sound good.”
“I’m coming down with something. How’s the case going? You close to finding the killer?”
“Jacqueline’s working it like a pro.”
“Lemme know if you need anything else.”
“Feel better.” Prescott hung up, then hopped onto ALPHA’s site, and over to his secure email.
The video started after Prescott left Sally’s hospital room the evening she was admitted. Every few hours a nurse would enter. Five-to-seven minutes later, the nurse would exit. Some wore surgical masks, others did not.
Everything looked routine until four-forty-five in the morning, when a person in surgical scrubs, mask, and cap, walked head-down into Sally’s room.
Fifteen minutes later, the person exited, again head-down, disappearing around the corner. Prescott fast forwarded to seven o’clock when a nurse entered the room. A moment later, she ran out. After that, it was mayhem. The last person on the video was Prescott as he made his way into his sister’s hospital room.
Jesus, there it is.
Prescott called Stryker.
“Yo, baby,” Stryker answered.
“Did you watch the video?” Prescott asked.
“No.” Stryker coughed.
“Pull it up,” Prescott replied.
A moment later, Stryker said, “Got it.”
“Fast forward to four-forty-five AM, the person in scrubs.”
“Got it.”
“My sister died of asphyxiation, and I’m looking at the killer.”
“Holy hell. Lemme see if I can get you a shot without his mask, or even a tag number from a car. It’s gonna take me a little time to get that to you.”
The call ended, and Prescott said, “I’m gonna find that son of a bitch and rip his fucking heart out.”
“You’re fearless,” she said. “I admire that about you.” She leaned close. “It’s sexy.”
He hitched a brow. “I like where this is going.”
Steeling her spine, she said, “I’ve got all these cases to examine. I’m not doing anything here with Ethan in the room, and I’m not leaving him alone.”
