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need to speak with Courtney.”
    Even while lying flat on her back with a tube sticking out of her arm, Courtney rolled her eyes. “You could have just asked.”
    “I’m calling security.” The nurse brushed past Jonas and ran right into Rich.
    He flashed a badge. “Since we’re the police that probably won’t be necessary.”
    The nurse scowled. “I know who you are, Richmond. My husband was your math teacher in high school, but that doesn’t mean you’re in charge around here.”
    Since the hospital sat in the middle of Bartholomew County and just over the Aberdeen city line, her argument held some validity.
    Still, Jonas came in and out and often stepped up when surrounding jurisdictions needed help. That should buy him some goodwill. At least he thought so. “I can call Walt, if you want.”
    “Fine.” She took her sweet time staring at each of them before turning on her heel and storming out. “You have five minutes.”
    “She’s always such a joy,” Rich said after the nurse huffed off.
    “She was doing her job.” Courtney pushed up on her elbows and peeked around Jonas. “And you are?”
    Jonas wasn’t in the mood for long-winded introductions. “Rich, Courtney. And vice versa.”
    “Hello—”
    Jonas stood right next to her and put his hand over her arm and lowered it when she started to raise it for a handshake. “Now, tell me what’s going on.”
    Her gaze fell to his waist. “You have your gun back.”
    “The radio is still MIA. Go ahead and talk.”
    Rich snorted. “You really know how to make a person want to open up to you.”
    Courtney looked from one man to the other. “Someone is after me.”
    “I got that much.” Jonas had the headache as a reminder.
    “I’m guessing that person used you to get to me.”
    Somehow he knew this would all be his fault. “How do you figure?”
    Her face turned green from neck to nose when she sat up. “Ugh.”
    “You okay?” With a hand against her lower back, he steadied her. Seeing Rich’s raised eyebrow had Jonas letting go before he wanted to.
    She wobbled, her head dunking forward before pulling up again. “Not really. Are you?”
    He could barely stand up without wanting to spill last night’s dinner all over the floor. “I will be once you explain how I’m at fault for everything.”
    She blew out a long breath. “You came to my house, asking about another woman, and all of a sudden I get run over by a truck. It’s an A-plus-B thing.”
    Jonas and Rich took positions on either side of her bed.
    More than once, Rich’s gaze dipped from her face to her chest. Jonas didn’t like the gawking but he understood it. Even roughed up with leaves in her hair, there was something about Courtney, or whatever her name really was. Pretty, yes, but there was something deeper. An inner strength he admired, even though it resulted in his getting crushed in a tuna can of a car.
    But reluctant respect wasn’t enough to take him off task. He needed more answers. “Now would be a good time to tell me if you’re really Margaret Taynor.”
    “I promise I’m not.”
    Rich raised his hand. “Just want you two to know this conversation isn’t making any sense.”
    “That’s because Courtney is forgetting to offer up the details.” Jonas frowned at her, hoping she’d get the impression that he was done fooling around. “Someone wants to find you, and I think you know why. Care to share?”
    “I think I can answer that.” The deep voice came from the hall and had both men spinning.
    Ignoring the blinding pain in his shoulder, Jonas had his gun up and ready before the man finished his sentence. “Step back.”
    “Do not move,” Rich said at the same time.
    The visitor shook his head. “Gentlemen, lower your weapons.”
    Late forties, with short salt-and-pepper hair and a black suit and tie. Jonas took in the uniform and perfect posture and came to one conclusion—government. He knew the routine. The guy would flash a badge and start