Page 140 of Fatal Intent

“I don’t care about my wait. I’m worried about Grant. You need to do a blood test soon, though.”

Carmichael examined Grant. “Why?”

“When I was kidnapped, the guy injected me with something, and we don’t know what it is.” She handed the doctor the syringe Grant gave her. “This is the syringe he used.”

Carmichael laid the syringe on a tray. “Well, this will certainly make matters easier.”

The door opened again, and a nurse hurried in. “Sorry, Doc.”

“No problem.” He inclined his head toward Rayne. “She’s the victim of a kidnapping and was drugged. I need you to draw blood and send it to the lab immediately along with this syringe. The kidnappers drugged her with whatever is in it.”

“Yes, sir.” The nurse, Diana, washed her hands, tugged on neoprene gloves, and gathered what she needed to do a blood draw. “I’m Diana.”

“Rayne Weatherly.”

“Pretty name. A little pinch.” Soon, vials of blood and the syringe were on their way to the lab for testing.

“Thanks,” Rayne murmured to Diana as she continued to watch Grant.

“He must be pretty special.”

Understatement of the year. “We’re getting married.”

“Congratulations, Rayne. When is the big day?”

“As soon as possible.”

“I’m so happy for you. Where are you going for your honeymoon?”

“We haven’t discussed it. Honestly, I don’t care where we go as long as we’re together.”

“Well, I hope everything works out for the best.” Diana turned toward Carmichael. “Finished with the blood work, sir.”

“Excellent. See what you can do about Ms. Weatherly’s duct tape. I don’t think she wants to start a new fashion trend.”

“How is Grant?” Rayne asked him.

“Your friend is right. He broke some internal stitches. We’ll have to go back in and repair the damage.”

She swallowed hard. More surgery? Did that mean his recovery time would be longer than previously thought?

The doctor made a phone call, and things moved fast from there. Within minutes, orderlies arrived to wheel Grant to the operating room.

“I need to go with him,” Rayne said. “He can’t be without protection.”

Carmichael shook his head. “We need to take care of you. I already asked security to stand outside the operating room and to follow Mr. Bowen to recovery. He’ll be safe while we tend to you.”

Not enough protection in her book. However, the operatives were stretched thin. Donovan was dead, as were Gino and his team along with Rex and Eileen Lawson. Was anyone left who was a threat to Grant’s safety?

Although the logical answer was no, she still didn’t feel good about letting Grant have an operation without one of their ownpeople watching over him. “I need to make a phone call. It will only take a minute.”

“I’ll check on one of my patients in the room next door and return in five minutes.” The doctor hurried from the room. Diana gathered more supplies from the cabinets located across the room.

Guess that was as much privacy as she’d get under the circumstances. She grabbed her phone and called Zane.

“Yeah, Murphy. Talk to me, Rayne.”

“I need backup at St. Michael Memorial Hospital. They just took Grant to surgery, and I’m needing medical treatment as well, so I can’t be with him. He has hospital security monitoring things for the moment.”