before?”
“Anything’s possible, but as I said, at this stage it’s too hard to say.”
She sighed. All thoughts of possibly leaving the FBI for Ross Communication vanished. She wouldn’t quit until she caught the shooter. The son of a bitch would pay.
Dr. Richardson examined her hand and gave her instructions on care. “I’ll get the paperwork taken care of so that you can leave.”
The doctor left the room, and the nurse who’d patiently waited spoke up, “Ms. Ross, there’s two police officers waiting outside your door to see you. I was told to let them know the moment you were awake.”
She closed her eyes. They were not going to be pleased when they found out she was FBI, and they’d take the case from the Baltimore PD. “You can let them in.”
Two uniformed officers entered the room. “Ms. Ross? I’m Officer Nathan Miller, and this is my partner Arthur Watson.”
Officer Miller looked to be in his young twenties, average height, lean and sporting a crew cut. Officer Watson was shorter and much older with a paunch and some serious hair loss. He looked like he was riding it out until retirement, which had to be soon.
“We need a few minutes of your time to discuss the incident this morning.”
“You should know up front that I’m an FBI agent.” She looked for her purse to get her badge.
Officer Miller wasn’t fazed by her statement. He asked her about her hand then jumped straight into questions. “Did you see the car?”
“I’m sorry, I really didn’t see anything. The car came from behind me, and it was out of sight before I recovered.”
Shit. She’d be put on medical leave. She hoped AJ led the investigation. He’d share with her, let her get involved.
Officer Miller didn’t take the hint the interview was over and asked more questions until Officer Watson dragged him from the room.
After the officers left, the nurse stuck her head in the room and told her she had two men waiting, one an FBI agent. “They’ve stepped out, but said they’d be right back to see if you’re awake.”
Only one was an FBI agent? She hoped that was AJ. Was Jesse the other man waiting? He’d saved her, but she didn’t want to see his lying, cheating self. Technically he’d only kissed her lightly, but she knew the intent for more had been there.
“Ariana, we’re leaving.” She had her sister pull the IV from her hand, not caring if the nurse would arrive once the alarm sounded.
Her sister had prepared for their departure and had clothing for her to wear since hers was ruined. She was not wearing a hospital gown on her escape. Her escape. Damn him.
Ariana drove her home, and they avoided speaking about her injury and Ross Communication. She learned her sister had two dates with a banker and felt good about a possible relationship with him. It was about time her sister found a good man who wasn’t after her fortune and Ross Communication.
Ariana did her standard perusal of Kate’s apartment. “You know you can live at the house in Chevy Chase. It’s yours too. You don’t have to live in this small apartment.”
Kate smiled. “I like this place though. It has character.” She lived off her FBI pay and her small inheritance from her biological parents.
“I’ll never understand how you can leave what you had for something so small and without a housekeeper or cook.”
“We’ve been over this before. Mom and Dad knew how important this was to me, Ariana. I need you to understand.” She wouldn’t live on what should have been Ariana’s money.
“They left you that money and half of the house and business because they loved you. Kate, you’re an heiress. You shouldn’t be living like this.” She waved her hand around.
Kate changed the subject back to the banker. After assuring her sister for the fifth time she would be fine, she convinced Ariana to leave her alone.
She knew being alone wouldn’t last long. AJ would appear at some point to question her. She’d take any