Page 104 of Share with Me

“Prayed? Brin?” Ivan managed.

Brinley turned to Yun. “I guess we haven’t told him.”

“Told… what?” Ivan breathed out.

“Last night Brinley prayed to receive Christ, dear,” Yun said.

Ivan nearly leapt out of the bed.

“That’s grea—owww!” Ivan reached for his ribs. “Aaargggh.”

“Maybe you should stay one more night,” Brinley suggested.

“No. No.” Ivan’s eyes were closed. “Want… go home.”

On the other side of the bed, Yun made a sound.

“Yun, would you like to sit down?” Brinley pointed to a chair by the window.

“I can’t see him if I sit down in that low chair. I’ll stand for now. Thank you, Brinley.”

A nurse came in. “Dr. d’Almeida will be stopping by shortly. After that you can check out.”

“I’ll be right back.” Brinley followed the nurse out to the nurses’ station. “Whatever his insurance doesn’t handle, bill me.”

The nurse introduced her to a person behind the counter. “If you give her your info, she’ll take care of it.”

Brinley was doing that when the director of Brooks Security came up to her.

“Thanks again for driving us up here, Malik.” Brinley walked with Malik Medcalf away from Ivan’s hospital room.

“No problem. I’m glad nobody died.”

“And for putting a couple of your guys to chaperone Aunt Ella while we’re here.”

“Don’t want her wandering around again, collecting lawsuits.”

“Pretty unbelievable,” Brinley said. “Glad her meds are regulated now. Art okay?”

“Surgery went well, but his gut is all messed up. When he wakes up the SCMPD is going to talk to him.”

“They might as well talk to everyone who attended the pops concert last night.” Brinley was glad to hear that the Savannah-Chatham Metropolitan Police Department was on it. “Everyone knew about the Schoenberg Strad from the auction. It was all over the news.”

This is all my fault.

“It’s not the first time a violinist has been attacked for carrying something expensive,” Malik said. “That’s why we hired Art.”

“Are they going to keep him here for a few more days?”

Malik nodded.

“Anything he needs. Make sure he’s taken care of.” Brinley thought for a moment. “He lives alone?”

“He has a rental in Brunswick. I’m assuming he can recover there before he gets back on his feet.”

“How long did you hire him for?”

“Just to keep an eye on the Schoenberg.”

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