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“I’ll need some clothes too. They burned what I was wearing,” Dante advised.
My grin got bigger. “Not a problem.” I waved at Lucas as he got out of his truck. “We need you.”
“For what?” He called.
“To rescue Dante from the CIA.”
Lucas frowned. “How are we going to do that?”
“You’re going to become Batman.”
“Batman! Are you nuts?”
Mom interjected, “I still have your Batman suit in the hall closet. Go get it.”
“Yes. ma’am.” Muttering under his breath, Lucas headed for the house.
Lucas made an awesome Batman, so I wasn’t sure what the problem was. “Is your Zorro costume still in the trunk of your car, Dante?”
“It is.”
“Good. The CIA won’t be expecting a bunch of costumed superheroes and famous movie stars to stop them. We just need to find a way to get your costume to you.”
A female voice said, “I’ll bring it to him.”
“Thank you, and you are?” Her voice was too damn sexy.
“I’m Dorothy Willamson, Dante’s nurse. The men guarding him give me the creeps.”
Dad scowled. “Have they threatened you, Dorothy?”
“Not exactly. It’s how they look at me.”
“They’re very dangerous men,” Grandpa inserted. “Do you have access to sedatives?”
“I do,” Dorothy replied.
Grandpa’s eyes were like bits of stone. “Start carrying syringes full of strong sedatives until they’re gone.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Give Dante some of the syringes, Dorothy,” Dad ordered.
“It’ll be my pleasure, sir.”
Dad added, “Our eta is about thirty minutes, Dante. Don’t let them take you anywhere.”
“I won’t,” Dante promised.
Dorothy interjected, “I can always give him ipecac syrup. Believe me, if he’s vomiting on them, they won’t want anything to do with him.”
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” Dante said.
Dad advised, “Gemma, Julie and Lucas will be at the hospital around ten. They’ll tell the charge nurse they’ve come to cheer up the sick patients.”
“Since we’ve done that before, it should work,” Dante replied.
Dad glanced around. “Anyone have questions?”