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Chase inhaled, glancing at Foster before begrudgingly nodding. Kash gave his good arm a pat then darted out of the room, returning a short while later with one of the doctors. The guy merely shook his head as he injected a syringe into Chase’s IV then left, mumbling something about medics and how stubborn Chase was.
Kash shuffled over to Foster. “What I just said about Sean…”
“Was the only response that was going to get Chase to actually take those meds. We both know what demons lurk inside his head, and he needed to believe we’d have his six.”
“Still…”
“It’s all good.” Foster turned to Zain. “Zain? I know you’re already floating up in the clouds, but do you have anything to add?”
Zain chuckled. “Did I mention I love you jerks?”
“Twice, now.”
“Then, nope.” He closed his eyes, drifting for a bit before he inhaled and opened them, again. “Other than you should probably look into that truck.”
Kash perked up. “Truck? What truck?”
Zain grinned. “Where’s Nyx? I love that furball.”
“Standing guard. What truck, Zain?”
Zain hummed, eyes drifting closed. “The one that was on the side of the road just before the Bronco exploded into the air and my Chevy went flying.”
Kash inched closer. “Do you remember what kind of truck it was? Who was driving?”
“It was white. Tacoma, I think.”
Kash frowned. “I don’t suppose it had California plates, did it?”
“I don’t know, but the white guy driving it was jacked. He was standing in front of the grill…” Zain’s voice trailed off for a moment. “Is the room spinning for you, too?”
Kash grabbed the remote and lowered the bed. “Sleep buddy.”
Zain made a show of shushing everyone before sighing and closing his eyes.
Kash arched a brow. “A white Tacoma driven by a white guy. And jacked definitely sounds like the type of dude who’d have a military-type crew cut. Any of that sound familiar?”
Mac inhaled. “That’s the description Jordan gave Greer that day at the café.”
Kash nodded. “And you know how we all feel about coincidences.”
Foster raked his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, there aren’t any.”
“We need whatever intel Greer was going to share.” Kash kicked at the floor. “And I don’t think we can afford to wait until she’s vertical.”
“Agreed. Which means, I need to make a call.”
Kash crossed his arms over his chest. “Keaton?”
“Florida’s about as removed from here as possible. And his buddy Dawson is chief of police. Even if it’s outside his purview, he has the kind of connections that can acquire the information without alerting anyone local.”
“You think Dawson will be okay with that?”
“I think Dawson’s an ex-SEAL who sees loyalty and the brotherhood the same way we do. And I bet my ass Keaton has a few cards he could play if Dawson has any reservations.”
Kash laughed. “Nothing like your best friends having secrets they can exploit at a moment’s notice.”
“Keaton knows I’d never ask him or his buddies to do something blatantly illegal.”