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waiting room. A dozen people with worried faces sat waiting for the news. Agent Daniels was standing, leaning against the wall with his arms across his chest. His gaze followed her as she entered the room, and her heart began to race. She knew she looked a mess. She pulled off her cap and threaded her fingers through her hair. Why in heaven’s name she wanted to look good for him was beyond her comprehension, and yet she did.
    “The surgeon’s here,” Daniels announced.
    A petite young woman jumped up and rushed forward, followed by Agent Bradley and a crowd of worried relatives.
    “The surgery went well,” she began and then explained some of what she had repaired, trying not to be too technical. “I expect him to make a full recovery.”
    Sara, his fiancée, was crying as she stammered her thank-you. She shook Ellie’s hand and held on to it.
    “You can see him in about an hour,” Ellie told her. “He’s heavily sedated and he’s not going to know you’re there,” she warned. “He’ll be in recovery for a while, then they’ll take him to ICU. Once the nurses in ICU have him settled, they’ll send someone to get you. Any questions?”
    A frazzled-looking nurse appeared in the doorway. “Dr. Sullivan?”
    “Yes?”
    “Would you mind looking at Mrs. Klein for us? She’s Edmond’s patient, but he’s in surgery.”
    “I’ll be right there.”
    She patted Sara’s hand and pulled free. “All right then. It’s all good.”
    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Agent Daniels smile as she turned to leave. She walked down the corridor and had just turned the corner when he caught up with her.
    “Hey, Doctor.”
    She turned around. Her stupid heart went into overdrive again. “Yes?”
    “We’re going to need to talk to you about the shooting. You’ll have to give a statement.”
    “When?”
    “How about after you check on that patient?”
    She couldn’t resist. “Gee, I don’t know. I hate to miss soccer practice.”
    She was laughing as she pushed the doors aside and disappeared into ICU.
    Max Daniels stood there staring after her, a slight grin crossing his face.
    “Damn,” he whispered. “Damn.”



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