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across the patients or – more often than not – visiting loved ones.
     
    There Bishop sat, his gaze traversing the same page he'd gone over for the last half hour. Exhaustion nipped at the back of his eyes, but sleep eluded him. His mind continuously tripped back to Stella. How was she? Was she safe? A knot in his gut soured his thoughts as he wondered if she had fallen into Stan's arms for protection. Sighing, Bishop put down his book and pinched at the bridge of his nose. Suspicions whirled around Stella's male counterpart and, eventually, traipsed to the White Knights.
     
    Very little had been revealed about the White Knights and their interest in Stella. Coyote had further interrogated the thugs as they woke up from their unconsciousness. The injured enemies claimed they were merely hired and not initiates or members of the White Knights. The rival gang had hired them to kidnap Stella under the premise of using her life against the Seven Tribesmen. The men had different stories – from holding her for ransom to pinning her disappearance on the 7T – but all theories made Bishop's stomach clench with disgust.
     
    Under his request, Qwerty had gone home and begun to cyber sleuth. He was supposed to review the surveillance from the Rusty Bear – whether through hacking into the Grand River Police Department's system or requesting the recordings from the owners of the bar – and report in the morning. There was also an extensive background search still being compiled against Agent Jackson. Stella Holmes's check came back squeaky clean. Not even a speeding ticket.
     
    Bishop snorted, unable to help the grin that curled at his lips. Deep down, beneath the thorns and self-taught defensiveness, Stella possessed the soul of a “good girl.” He stopped that thought short, his lips twitching into a frown. People had more facets than good or bad; he knew that much. As much as Bishop fantasized, lumping Stella with any label, enjoyable or otherwise, would simply make things worse.
     
    The sudden opening of his door roused him from his thoughts. His grey eyes flicked to the entryway and his heart sputtered. Standing in the doorway, with wide eyes and a somewhat lost expression, was Stella. She stepped into his room, her duffel bag bouncing off her hip. Stella closed the privacy curtains to the room, before turning to Bishop.
     
    She felt a sudden heat rake over her cheeks. Her inner turmoil didn't find any reprieve under Bishop's grey gaze. In fact, his gaze made her heart shudder and her body simmer intensely. Her gaze fell to her feet as the words croaked from her throat, “I overheard Stan talking to Delilah.”
     
    Bishop's curiosity pinged off the radar. He attempted to stifle his interest as he shifted in his bed. “What about?”
     
    “Delilah overdosed you, and Stan was a part of it.” The words rushed out of Stella in one breath. Her heart twisted, waiting for the inevitable blow back from Bishop.
     
    The man blinked, the information taking a second to register. When the words made sense in his head, his brain flared with fury. His fists clenched on the bed sheet. For those few microseconds, intense hatred infused every thought. Firecrotch was probably the reason two of his men were in lock-up, too.
     
    Before he could respond, Stella pushed further. In one breath, she gasped, “Delilah also said something about him and his White Knight boys.”
     
    That information added barb to his already furious thoughts. Through the fog of rage, though, his gaze swung to Stella. His eyes widened, just slightly, as he grunted, “Stan is part of the White Knights?”
     
    Stella shook her head, lips wrenched into a frown, “He explicitly stated he's an affiliate. That's it.”
     
    “Still...” Bishop growled, his gaze flickering away from Stella. He couldn't bear to watch her expression once she found out. Just eavesdropping on Delilah and Stan had sent her running. For some reason, that meant toward him. He