She looked around and saw Jack sitting in a chair pushed up close to her bed. He was touching her fingertips since her right hand was heavily bandaged and was taped down to a flat plastic board. An IV needle dripped something into her veins. His eyes were watching her. "Good morning," he said softly. Josie attempted a smile. "It is. I'm alive. Did I kill that bastard?" Her voice was rough and dry. Jack gave her a weak grin and got up to pour her a glass of water and nudge the straw at her lips, which she took and drank. "You tried your best. You had him screaming like a girl, and he's going to look pretty damn ugly from now on. He's going to look like the monster that he is. You hit the carotid artery. He was bleeding out, but they stopped it. He'll live to face trial." "Good," Josie said, her voice breaking. "Layla Blackcrow, did she survive?" "Yes. Her kidnapping was unrelated. Her boyfriend abducted her. He carted her off because they'd had a fight, and she wouldn't talk to him.
