Page 36 of Hidden Dane
“Let’s go.” She refused to release him, as if he might be crippled and unable to move on his own.
She helped him on the back of a motorcycle they were “borrowing” thanks to Henry. Emily tried to take the front, but Dane pushed forward, motioning with his jaw that she was to sit behind him. She hopped on the back and asked, “Do you know how to drive one of these?”
“Yes.” He started the engine to make the motorcycle purr. She pressed on his wound to monitor any blood loss and apply pressure. He hoped the wind would clear his mind.
Drivers, blocked by the accident, got out of their cars and surrounded Ted. Was he dead? Unconscious? Who had shot Ted?
As they took off she said, “We did it.”
Brady had the limo driver behind him on his motorcycle, which meant they needed to stop at the hospital—an unwanted delay but necessary.
If possible, they’d switch out the motorcycles there for a car. His mind raced. “Don’t say that until we’re on the plane.”
Emily held him tighter as they made their way toward the hospital, but then Henry slowed his motorcycle from the lead and shouted, “Our airplane is compromised.”
He’d thought it had gone too easy. First they needed a hospital, then they’d get out of here. He’d hoped to question Ted about who his buyer was, but that wasn’t happening. “We can take a ship back to London,” he answered Henry. Pain lanced through him and he gritted his teeth. “We’ll have to drive through Normandy.”
“Okay.” Henry’s stoic expression gave nothing away and he returned to point.
Emily yelled, “I want D… Uriel seen by a doctor. He was shot.”
Thankfully, Henry didn’t hear her.
“I’m fine, Em.” He revved the engine.
She hugged him and said, “Yeah, no. But you will be.”
“You’re always my angel.” He stayed on Henry’s tail.
She was right about the hospital. But he’d rather deal with the injury after he handed over the jewels.
But for now, they’d escaped. They’d won. It was enough.
Chapter 12
By the time they reached the closest hospital, the blood was dry on Dane’s arm—it had to hurt, though Emily was impressed at how he handled the injury so calmly. Emily had a low pain tolerance and had screamed bloody murder for a flu shot.
He waited patiently outside as Brady brought the limo driver into the emergency room. She brushed her hand over Dane’s good arm and then gently nudged him as she said, “Go in.”
“We’re just dropping off the driver.” He stayed still as Henry spoke to the police in the parking lot, giving a full report on Ted Vet San, from the bank incident to the shoot-out.
If Dane didn’t get help, who knew what type of infection he’d get? She more forcefully shoved him toward the entrance, though he was a wall of hard muscles. “No, you’re going to be seen. By a doctor.”
“Ted might find us.” He shook his head and just stared at the door as if willing Brady to hurry.
If something happened to him, she’d never forgive herself. She pointed to the police car, where Henry was still talking to a pair of officers. “The police don’t seem to be in a rush. A new car is on its way. Just go see how long of a wait it might be..”
He walked closer to the door but hedged, like he was unsure.
She was about to escort him in when Brady finally came out and said, “I’ve found a doctor who’s willing to take your case for cash.”
Dane glanced at both of them in defeat. “Fine, but he has to be fast. We can’t be seen as I don’t want to answer anymore questions.”
Brady nodded. “Done.”
Dane still didn’t move and she said, “Once someone looks at your arm, we can run as fast as you want.”
He squeezed her hand. “Emily?”
