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Hawk blew out a sigh when he saw that Addison was awake and resting comfortably in bed.
Addison’s gaze floated from Hawk to her dad to Prescott, then back to Hawk. “My three favorite guys.” Her relaxed smile had tight muscles running along Prescott’s shoulders loosen a little.
Hawk kissed her before sitting beside her, while Z pulled up a chair bedside. Prescott stood at the foot.
“How’s Sally?” Addison asked.
Hawk clasped her hand. “Still in surgery.”
“Is she going to be okay?” Addison asked.
“Yup, all good, baby,” Hawk replied.
She flicked her gaze to her father. “I’m okay, really. Minimum pain. The doctor told me that I’m going to make a full recovery and I can leave in a few hours. They’re giving me some antibiotics to take with me so I don’t get an infection.”
“My woman’s a beast,” Hawk said with a proud smile.
“ALPHA’s going on lockdown,” her dad said.
Addison furrowed her brow. “That’s insane.”
“I’m gonna grab a vest for you,” Prescott said. “Z, you wearing one?”
“Always,” Z replied.
Once outside, Prescott did a sweep in the parking lot. Was the killer lurking in the shadows, waiting to finish the job? How many other ALPHA Ops would die before the killer was stopped?
Anger ran rampant through him and he curled his hands into fists. He grabbed a vest and strode toward the hospital entrance.
His phone rang. It was Cooper. “Hey,” he answered.
“I just talked to Hawk and Addison,” Cooper said. “How’s your sister?”
“Still in surgery.”
“ALPHA is going on lockdown,” he explained. “That doesn’t include BLACK OPS, but it does include Hawk and Addison, since they’re crossovers.”
“Got it.”
“Who do you think was the target tonight?” Prescott asked.
“Both of them,” Cooper replied. “I spoke to the detective assigned to Gloria Whelan’s case. I agree with you. I don’t think it was a random carjacking. I think she was the killer’s first hit.”
“What a clusterfuck.” Prescott hung up and returned to the nurses’ station to ask about his sister.
Sally was out of surgery but hadn’t been moved to a room. Prescott breathed a little easier. It was bad enough that Ops were being gunned down, but Sally was an innocent bystander in all of this.
In Addison’s room, he laid the vest on the bed. “Wear this.”
“Any word on Sally?” she asked.
“She’s in recovery.”
Addison couldn’t raise her arm to put on the vest, so Hawk laid it over her.
Ten minutes passed, then thirty.
Addison dozed, still groggy from the anesthesia. Hawk and Z spoke quietly while Prescott paced the hallway outside her room. Pent-up agitation had his trigger finger itching to take the killer out.
