WEDNESDAY All Grayson knew was Taryn and Murford were down, and an ambulance was en route. He should have been there, prevented the situation from going awry. How could she be okay with the report clearly stating otherwise? Where had she been shot? A hand rested on his shoulder. “What do you know?” Joe said. “A sniper when agents arrested Murford. He and Taryn are headed to the hospital.” His phone signaled an update. He snatched it, his eyes glued to the small screen. “Murford’s in bad shape. Taryn has a head injury.” “How bad?” “She’s listed as stable.” “We need to bank on that.” Grayson attempted to swallow the wave of emotions threatening to drown him. His fragile feelings for Taryn needed to be locked away. And he certainly didn’t like the idea of a woman standing in the way of him doing his job as an agent. “I’d like to head to the hospital, but the SSA wants us to interview Aaron Bradshaw first.” “Sure. Let’s get it done. We’d just be in the way while they patch her up.”
