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days before the attack, he has a long complex list of people helping him move his team to LA. Further back, almost all the calls are to me.
    I scroll to the day we first returned to Buster’s, when he said he would call the lawyer. I narrow it down to about three numbers. Good enough. I’ll call them later, or let Buster do it. I’m feeling drained and exhausted.
    Buster just watches me as I slip down the bed. I really am tired. And then I’m asleep.

Chapter Eight  

    “Jo?” A gentle hand squeezes my good arm. “Jo, can you wake up, dear?”
    For a crazy moment, I think the voice is my mother. She’s found me too. Somehow she knows it’s me even though she only saw me once, the day I was born.
    I open my eyes. The windows have been partially shuttered, so the room is dim. The woman by my bed is wrapped in scarves covering her hair and shoulders, like a goddess from another land.
    “It’s Eve,” Colt’s mother says. “I’ve come to take you to see Colt.”
    This jolts me awake. “Is he okay?”
    “They brought him out of the medical coma,” she says. “He’s all right. He’s asking about you.”
    I can’t push the covers off fast enough. My foot tangles in a blanket, and I fall roughly on my injured shoulder as I try to get out.
    “Careful, Jo,” Buster says. “He’s not going anywhere.”
    “Is he still in ICU?” I ask, dropping my feet to the floor.
    “Yes,” Eve says. “I don’t think they’ll discharge him to a normal room for a while yet.” She rolls the wheelchair close to my bed.
    “I don’t need that,” I say.
    “All right.”  
    Eve picks up a shopping bag. “The hospital is still crawling with reporters,” she says. “Let’s adjust your look a little.” She reaches into an oversized handbag and retrieves a long white scarf. When she wraps it around my head, the lingering trace of an expensive perfume wafts down.
    Next she tugs out a silk robe, pale blue and shimmery, to cover my hospital gown. She slides my good arm inside and drapes the other side over my shoulder and sling.
    “That’s better,” she says. “I’m going to go on ahead of you now so that it’s not clear who you are. Johnny and Frank will take you down.” She squeezes my hand. “I’ll be there when you get there.”
    Eve opens the door to my room. “Give me about three minutes,” she says to the guards. “Then bring her down in the physician elevator.”
    She waves at Buster. “We’ll be back in a minute.”
    I try to force my head to clear as I sit and wait. My eyes are sticky. I swipe at them with the back of my hand. Dull pain pulses in my shoulder. With the IV gone, I’m not getting any pain medications by force, and I don’t want the pills. The pain is a reminder of what I’m up against. That I shouldn’t get too comfortable and let my guard down.
    I miss Zero. I miss regular life. For the millionth time in the last few days, I feel like crying.
    “It’s all going to be all right,” Buster says.
    God, he knows me already. This new me. The emotional me.  
    “Has Zero figured out where I am yet?” I ask.
    “Your phone has been buzzing in that bag. One of the guards brought your things up from the old room while you were sleeping.” He points to the sofa.
    The clothes I wore the night of the attack, freshly washed and free of blood, are stacked in a neat pile next to a small bag. There are also several boxes with pretty bows. The name of the shop imprinted on them is the same as the bag Eve brought, so I’m guessing they are more gifts from her.
    My throat tightens. The Cure doesn’t deserve someone as nice as her. I wonder what she sees in him. Money, maybe. I don’t know. I don’t like feeling cynical about her. I’m just glad to have an ally in Colt’s family.
    I tap out a quick note to Zero telling him I’m on the eighth floor but it’s locked up. Then one of the bulky suited guards peers inside. “Time to go,” he says.
    I follow the guards down the hallway. They