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"I'll do that." Beau walked out of the room.
Parson sat there for several minutes, thinking over everything he'd learned. He might not be able to see the kids today, but he could look through their files and learn everything he could about them. If what Beau said was true, there were more kids that needed help. He doubted it would be as simple as looking up a doctor's name in the system, but that was where he would start.
Determined to make a difference, he headed back to the office, motivated to spend the next few hours finding out everything he could about the kids. One way or another, he'd find the answers.
CHAPTER SIX
"Beau, wake up. Dyson's on his way in and needs stitches," Bryon called through the darkness from the doorway.
Beau sat up, wide awake at the news that one of the team was injured. "How bad?"
"Not sure. He's able to drive, so can't be too bad. All I got from him was, the job was complete and he was on his way here, and to let you know he'd need a few stitches," Bryon told him.
Beau stood, running his fingers through his hair before he turned and flipped on the lamp. "I'll be right there."
"Take your time. He's at least thirty minutes out. I just wanted you to have time to prepare." Bryon shut the door.
Beau sank back down on the edge of the bed, looking around the small guest room he was catching a nap in. Hell, he spent more time sleeping here than he did at home. Being the team doctor, he always tried to be there when anyone was out taking down a pedophile. Things could go wrong in an instant, and he didn't want to be too far away if he didn't have to be. Since they did three or four stings a week, he spent most of his nights at the team house, hoping he wasn't needed, but always ready in case he was.
Hoping that Bryon had coffee going, he headed out of the bedroom and made his way down the hallway to the medical suite. He had almost anything he could need on hand in case of an emergency. They'd been lucky so far, and most of the injuries were small, but there had been a few times where he was glad he'd prepared his suite for major things. He prayed tonight was nothing more than Dyson cutting his hand. Though in their line of work, no injury was simple. There was the risk of leaving behind DNA, and that could be the downfall of the team.
Unsure what he was facing, he prepared for the worst, making sure that he had everything he could possibly need within reach and ready as soon as Dyson arrived. Once the room was ready, he made his way downstairs to wait with Bryon. He wasn't surprised to find Carter, their computer expert, sitting with Bryon at the kitchen table.
"No new news?" Beau asked as he headed to the coffee pot.
"Nope, nothing. Police are already on scene. Doesn't sound like anything is different than normal so far." Carter had his laptop in front of him and his handheld scanner beside it.
"Hopefully, Dyson just snagged his hand on something." Bryon sighed. "I hate this part of the job. I feel like a father, waiting for his daughter to get home on prom night."
Beau raised a brow. "Dyson lost his virginity years ago."
Carter laughed. "I'm not sure Dyson was ever a virgin."
Beau grinned. Dyson was the most promiscuous of all of them. He loved sex, and was always going out to clubs, picking up men, and bragging about it all the next day. Beau was certain sex was a coping mechanism for Dyson, but he didn't know enough about his past to know what Dyson was seeking to escape.
"As long as he does his job, I don't care who or how many he fucks." Bryon stared at the window. "Fuck, I hope it's not serious tonight."
Beau did too. "If it was, Dyson would have called for help."
"Right, because they always call for backup when they need it?" Bryon shook his head. "You know as well as I do unless they are unconscious these guys keep going. Nothing stops them."
"That's the fear of getting caught pushing them. Better to risk wrecking the car on the way home than getting caught at the scene. He went solo tonight, so I'm guessing it wasn't a dangerous sting?"
"It shouldn't have been. The perp was sixty-two years old, lived alone. No kids on the scene. Should have been an easy in and out. The guy's been raping the neighbor's daughter and posting photos online. We just came across him by accident." Carter stared at his computer screen.
Headlights glared through the window, and Beau forced himself to stay seated. As worried about Dyson as he was, it didn't do the team any good to rush outside and cause a scene. Dyson would let them know if he needed help inside.
Bryon stood, going to the window, watching as Dyson got out of the car. "Fuck!"
The tone of Bryon's voice had Beau standing. "Bad?"
"I can't tell, but he's putting pressure on the side of his back." Bryon rushed to the door.
Beau followed, with Carter behind him.
As soon as Dyson got inside, Beau started to do a visual assessment, trying to find where all the blood was coming from. "Dyson, where are you hurt?" Blood covered Dyson's hands and there were streaks of it on his face.
"My side. The guy stabbed me with a letter opener. I don't think it's deep, but it sliced down my side. It's just far enough back, I can't see it well." Dyson's voice was shaky.
