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glance to Chase, who seemed to be hiding a smile as he approached the bed on the opposite side.
    “I wasn’t about to let those scumbags steal another day’s earnings from you.”
    Hutch turned to look at Chase. “Got a heart of gold, this one.”
    Chase met her gaze. “That she does.”
    She fiddled with her ponytail, uncomfortable with their praise. “It wasn’t a big deal. I had nothing to do this weekend anyway with Dad and Drew in L.A.” Focusing her attention back on Hutch, she said, “Miles is closing tonight.”
    “He’s a good one, too.” Hutch scrunched his eyes at the plant. “You didn’t have to buy me a gift.”
    “Of course I did. Who comes to visit a friend in the hospital and doesn’t bring a gift?”
    “I’m just saying your money could have been better spent on something else.”
    She scowled as she moved in to grasp his hand. “I can’t think of anything better, you ungrateful old coot.”
    Hutch smiled and gripped her fingers. His voice was a raspy grate as he said, “That’s just how she would have said it, you know.”
    “I know,” Hannah whispered right back.
    It had been about a year since Rosalee Hunter, Caleb’s mother and the love of Hutch’s life, had passed on, and Hannah knew how much Hutch missed her. Hannah missed her as well since she’d known Rosalee most of her life.
    After a moment, Chase took a step forward and gave Hutch’s shoulder a gentle pat. “Listen, if you’re feeling up to it, I’d like to ask you a few questions about last night.”
    The old man nodded. Hannah released his hand and took a step back.
    Chase pulled out a pad and a pen. “Hannah already filled us in on most of the details, so I just wanted to follow up with you, make sure we have all the facts before I start this investigation. Did you happen to recognize either of the robbers?”
    The old man gave his head a slow shake, but then he looked at Hannah with an almost quizzical expression. “They were wearing masks, but…I thought the one who spoke sounded familiar. Thought about it all day, but I just can’t figure it out to save my life.”
    Chase glanced over at her. “Did you recognize the guy’s voice? I assume he’s the one who threatened you?”
    “He threatened you? When?” Hutch demanded.
    Hannah leveled Chase with an incredulous lift of her brows. “Really? In his condition you had to bring that up?”
    “I’m sorry, but you didn’t tell me he didn’t know,” Chase quickly defended.
    She turned back to Hutch with a reassuring smile. “I’m fine. Please calm down.”
    “I’m as calm as I can be under the circumstances.” He closed his eyes for a brief moment, let out a weak sigh, and relaxed back into the pillow. “Tell me what happened.”
    “The taller one said I was high and mighty or something like that. Said he knew where I lived and not to give him a reason to make a late night visit.”
    A scowl twisted the gruff old man’s face. “Those nasty little punks.” He shot a meaningful glance at Chase. “Promise me you won’t stop until you have those two behind bars.”
    “There’s not a chance in hell I’m gonna let them get away with this,” Chase assured him. “And if you remember anything else, you let me know, hear?”
    “Of course.”
    Chase nodded and gave Hutch a pat on the arm. “Appreciate it.”
    “So,” Hannah said, giving his hand a squeeze. “When are they going to spring you?”
    “Today, if you don’t mind sneaking me out of here.”
    Hannah couldn’t help but grin at Hutch’s deadpan expression. “Nice try, but you’re going to stay as long as they say you need to.”
    “Well, I’m certainly glad to hear that.”
    Hannah looked up to a see a doctor striding toward the bed. A very handsome doctor at that. He wore the customary white coat, stethoscope wrapped around his neck, and a clipboard in his hand.  
    “I’m Dr. Bowman.” He held out his hand to first Chase, then Hannah. “I was just explaining to Mr.