Chase squeezed his forehead, looking as if he was considering pounding his head through the wall before he huffed. “I don’t remember everything.”

“Then, tell us what you do remember.”

“When we arrived at Greer’s office, she was edgy. Maybe not something everyone would notice, but I did. When I asked her if everything was okay, she simply said she’d explain once we were back at your place. That it wasn’t safe to talk about it there.”

“Greer said the station wasn’t safe?” Foster frowned. “What does that even mean?”

“You tell me because we left, and everything seemed fine considering the freaking weather. Then the next thing I know, you’re banging on the glass, Greer’s half dead in the passenger seat and Mac’s shimmying through some hole as the Bronco’s flooding.”

“And you think someone at the station was involved with the accidents?”

“All I know is that we asked her to dig deeper, then she says her office isn’t safe before she’s nearly killed in a car accident.

And before you ask, no, I don’t remember how the Bronco went off the road, but you know me.

I’ve driven in conditions far worse than these.

I wouldn’t simply slide off the side. And even if I did, how did we get enough momentum to reach the river? ”

Foster held up his hands, keeping Chase from launching out of the bed.

“I don’t know, but I promise you, we’ll find out.

Just… try not to worsen whatever’s hiding beneath all those bandages.

Your shoulder’s already been dislocated once.

We don’t need you knocking it out again because you face-planted on the floor trying to get out of bed. ”

Chase scowled, clenching his jaw as he let his head tip back against the pillows before he focused on Mackenzie. “Are you okay, Mac?”

She smiled. “You do remember who my father is, right? Because I’ve been hurt worse on a family camping trip.”

Chase shook his head. “Great, another Beckett.”

Mackenzie coughed, rubbing her chest a bit as she took a breath. “I’m fine, Chase. Only a few scratches.”

“Right.” He shifted, again, all but shouting out this time.

Foster edged closer. “Have you taken any meds?”

Chase looked away. “A couple Tylenol.”

“You’re black and blue, with a separated shoulder and a crater in your left thigh. Tylenol’s not going to touch that kind of pain and you know it.”

“You know how I feel about narcotics.”

“I do, but brother… You’re not your old man. He had the problem, not you. And whether you want to agree or not, you’re not responsible for his sins. So, take the morphine or the Percocet or whatever. We’ll stand watch until you’re back with us. Promise.”

“If I take the pills, I can’t protect Greer.”

“You let us worry about Greer. You just need to get some rest so I can bust yours and Zain’s asses out of here in the morning.

And yeah, you’re both staying the night because Zain managed to partially collapse a lung and skewer a piece of shrapnel through his shoulder.

Which means, he’s as messed up as you are. ”

“And if whoever’s behind all of this comes back while we’re all having conversations with the furniture?”

“Then, they’ll have to go through me.” Kash nodded at the mutt. “And Nyx.”

Chase shook his head, another groan rumbling free. “You need to keep Greer safe.”

“We’ll watch over Greer.” Mac motioned to Foster then back to her.

“With all those injuries, she’ll likely spend the night in the ICU.

I know a couple of the nurses and I’m sure I can convince them to let us stand watch.

They know how we like to take care of our own.

And I’ll call my dad. He knows that ex-deputy ranger guy, Page, who Beckett’s dad hired.

If you guys agree he’s trustworthy, we’ll arrange for Page to provide security until Greer’s ready to be discharged.

Then, she can stay at Foster’s if needed until this is settled. Okay?”

Chase pursed his lips, looking as if he was still going to argue before he blew out a rough breath.

Kash nudged him. “Take the meds.”

Chase eyed Kash. “You promise you won’t let me out of this bed until I’m coherent again?”

“I swear on Sean’s grave.”

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.”

Kash scoffed and Foster sighed.

“Not without being up front about it, first. And only with lives at stake. And I’d leave them out of this and march over to the sheriff’s station and get in Sheriff Thompson’s face if Chase hadn’t shared that bit about Greer’s concern regarding security.”

Kash nodded. “You think Thompson’s involved somehow?”

“It’s possible. He did brush off all those incidents my father reported.

Or it could simply be Greer didn’t want anyone knowing what she’d uncovered in case it got out.

That rumor mill Chase commented on. But we’ll err on the side of paranoia, just to be safe.

Which means ensuring Greer isn’t left without protection. ”

Kash slapped him lightly on the chest. “Guess you two are spending the night in the ICU.”

Foster sighed when Nyx growled a second before a voice sounded from the doorway.

“Or, you could let me handle that and you two can go home and get some rest like your doctors ordered.”