Page 100 of Fatal Intent

“He’s right.” Elias headed for the door. “You want to contact Riley, or shall I?”

“I’ll do it.”

He gave a slight nod. “Get comfortable. The cops will be here any minute. I’ll wait in the hall for them.”

“Thanks for your help, Elias.”

“Didn’t do much but you’re welcome.” He stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind him.

Rayne grabbed her phone and called her teammate.

“What do you need?” was Riley’s greeting.

“Your computer skills.”

“What happened?”

“Someone attempted to drug Grant. We want a look at his face.”

Silence, then, “You didn’t see his face?”

“He wore a surgical mask. We saw only his brown eyes.”

“Description?”

“Dark brown hair, brown eyes, about six foot four, muscular.” She thought back through his movements. “Someone trained him, Riley. He moved like the guys on Echo unit.”

“Law enforcement or military?”

“I think so. He has the look.”

“What was he wearing?”

She described his clothes down to his running shoes.

Riley whistled softly. “Expensive shoes. Any distinguishing characteristics I can use to help ID him?”

Rayne thought a minute, replaying her encounter with the fake nurse. “No visible tattoos. But he has a scar on his left hand.”

“What kind of scar and what shape is it?”

“The scar looks like a knife wound that wasn’t attended to properly. The reason it stood out to me was the scar’s shape. It looks like the letter Z.”

“That helps. Anything else?”

“Not that I recall.”

“If you remember something else, I want to know about it. I’ll get on this and let you know if I find a match.”

“Thanks, Riley. I owe you one.”

“Nope, not between friends. Later.”

Rayne returned to the chair she’d placed beside the bed. Although Grant had wanted her close to him, that would have to wait until the cops were gone. She didn’t want to give the responding officers more fuel to doubt her account of the encounter with Fake Nurse.

She was likely being oversensitive. However, that didn’t diminish her need to protect Grant from closer scrutiny by local law enforcement.

Threading the fingers of her right hand through his, Rayne sat back and waited. She didn’t have to wait long. Ten minutes had passed when a light tap sounded on the door and Elias peered around the frame. “Police are here. Want me to stay with Grant while you talk to them?”