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there.
    “Is she okay?”
    “She’s been in a car accident. She had to be cut out, but the airbags deployed and she was just banged up. They flew her to a trauma center.”
    The trooper gave him the address, and he looked on a maps program. Should he drive or fly? There was an airport near the hospital, but he’d have to find a way to get a car. Didn’t seem like a big enough airport to have a car rental place.
    He could drive there in his sports car in less time. He called his driver to take him home.
    He rushed out.
    Marcia looked at him oddly. “Where are you going?”
    “Connecticut. Riley’s been in an accident.”
    “Okay. I’ll hold down the fort. Will you be back?”
    “Probably not.”
    He wished the elevator moved faster, but his driver was ready with the car running when he stepped out. He was home and back on the road in his own car in less than an hour.
    Driving in the city was not fun, so when he finally had open road, he punched it. Speeding ticket be damned. He had to get to Riley. Why had she been up here?
    The hospital was a smaller one, but supposed to be a trauma center. The activity level was nothing compared to a New York hospital. He worried that Riley wouldn’t get the right treatment here. Should have her transferred immediately?
    He walked up to the desk. “I’m looking for Riley Adams. She came in from a car accident.”
    The woman clicked some keys. “She’s in room B. Are you her husband?”
    He’d been through this drill before. “Yes.”
    He didn’t even blink. Riley might get mad, but she would just have to live with it. In the time he’d known her, she’d been in the hospital three times. All because of him. This had to stop. He’d find another way to find that leak.
    She was in bed, awake. No hospital gown, but her face was bruised. A nurse was taking her blood pressure.
    “Hey,” he said.
    “What are you doing here?”
    “Apparently I’m still your ICE number in your phone.”
    “You didn’t have to come,” she said.
    “I had to. If course I did. Really, Riley?” The nurse left them alone. “What were you doing here?”
    “I came to see your brother. Maybe rattle his cage,” she said.
    “Clearly you succeeded.” He sat on the edge of the bed. “It stops now.”
    She frowned. “It may have to, Dirk.”
    He almost fell off the bed. Riley was agreeing with him. “You’re in danger. Let the FBI take care of this.”
    She frowned, shifted in her bed then grimaced. “I’ve been in the hospital more because of this case. I’m done, Dirk.”
    “Good. Are they going to spring you?”
    “Yes, I’ll get my discharge instructions in a few minutes.”
    “I’ll drive you home.”
    “You don’t have to, Dirk. You have no obligation.”
    “I do, but I would even if I didn’t feel obligated. I’d still like to spend time with you.”
    She grimaced again. Was it because of what he said? Or was she in pain?
    “Dirk.”
    “It isn’t up for discussion. Did you find anything out from my brother?”
    “No. He’s got a good poker face. Nothing I said rattled him.”
    “Maybe not then, but someone ran you off the road. You want to go see your car?”
    “Yes. I need to get some things out of it.”
    Then nurse came in and told her what she had to do; then Riley was on her way. Dirk escorted her to his car.
    “You drove here yourself?”
    He slid behind the wheel before he answered. “I couldn’t fly here and get a car easily. Would have taken more time than I thought I had.”
    “I wasn’t dying.”
    “I didn’t know anything about your condition. You look pretty darn good for getting cut out of a car.”
    She laughed. “They were sure I had many injuries, but all the airbags deployed and they worked. Just bruised from them. That’s it.”
    He drove her to the garage where the cops had said they’d towed the car. Riley was out first, walking around, reaching in the window for her stuff. Dirk followed a little slower, taking it all in. His heart