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had gathered, or the rest of Hero’s family stormed through the halls of the ICU. God, he hoped they didn’t traumatize the other occupants of the unit with their noise.
    “Where is she? Where’s my baby girl?” Was that an Irish accent in a booming baritone?
    “What the fuck did Rown say on the phone?” Came the irate, gravelly question. Someone hadn’t shaken the sleep from their voice, but the accent was American.
    “Watch your mouth in front of your mother. You may be Special Forces, but I’ll still wipe your arse on the floor, boy.”
    “It’s ‘ wipe the floor with your ass’ pop.” Came yet another deep, male voice. This one calmer. Darker.
    “Calm down, Dad. I’ll find the night ICU doctor and he’ll tell us what’s going on.” A woman’s voice. The obvious force of reason in the chaos.
    “All Rown said was she’d been stabbed and found in the river and that she was alive,” said calm-and-dark.
    “Lennox is going to be so upset when he hears about what happened to his Hero.” How international was this family? That trembling female voice had a faint, Eastern European tinge to it. Russian maybe?
    Wait. ‘ His Hero? ’ Was this Lennox asshole Hero’s man? Why the hell wasn’t he here yet? Wouldn’t he notice his lady was missing all night? Didn’t matter, Luca wasn’t in a hurry to meet him.
    Couldn’t say why.
    “Look here, Ramirez.” Rown used his family’s distraction to get up in Luca’s face.
    Not appreciated.
    “You breathe one word about the possibility of Hero being a prostitute in front of my mother and dad, I’ll rip off your head and spit down the stump, got it?”
    His sharply angled face couldn’t be more dead serious.
    Luca could respect that. “Step back and we’ve got a deal.” Two could play the stone-face angle. But he could be decent without being intimidated into it, thank you very much.
    Rown jutted out his chin, but took a retreating step before turning to meet the crowd in the hallway. As it turned out, only five extra people crammed into the small ICU room instead of the six Rown had predicted.
    “Where’s Knox?” Rown demanded to no one in particular.
    “London.” The biggest of the five men present wasn’t the tallest at maybe six foot, but his shoulders blocked the entire doorway. His matching green eyes were dead, though, and a disconcerting chill settled around him like an aura.
    “We were waiting to call him until we knew more.” The obvious patriarch of the family also happened to be the shortest in the room. If one discounted Hero. At about five-seven, he stoutly led the three Katrova-Connor men.
    Christ, was Hero related to SEAL Team Six?
    “Jesus, Mary and Joseph… my sweet child.” The older Irishman crossed himself and kissed his fingers before grabbing the hand of a tall, classically beautiful, sixtyish brunette and rushing to his daughter’s side. The others present dutifully followed suit with the crossing, the kissing, then the hovering.
    Luca made his own cross, for Hero’s sake. The motion was so alien to him now. Most of the time, he contended that if there were a loving God, shit like this wouldn’t go down. But a part of him still expected to be hit by lightning even as the thought rolled through his mind.
    Dead-eyes lingered at the edge of the group and didn’t miss Luca’s movement. As his gaze zeroed in on him, Luca felt as though he’d just been marked for death. “Who are you?” the broad man asked with that gravelly voice. Something was wrong with this guy. Dangerously wrong.
    Rown deftly commandeered the introductions. “This is Special Agent Luca Ramirez from the Bureau. He’s lead on the John the Baptist case.” He gestured to his father and the lovely dark-haired, black-eyed woman tucked into his brawny side. “My parents, Eoghan and Izolda Katrova-Connor.”
    That was the cause of the hyphenated last name, huh? How progressive of them.
    “My little brother, Demetri.” He pointed at a black-haired,