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He tightened his fist and fought the urge to hit the guy.

“Della,” Steve said, trying to catch his breath.

“Della what?” Chase asked, getting a bad feeling.

“She … she needs you.”

Chase ran to the porch rail and threw up all of the alcohol he’d spent the night consuming.

Then he turned back, wiped his mouth off with the back of his wrist, and asked, “Where is she?”

* * *

Della sat in front of a desk, at the hospital’s main office, trying as hard as she could to be supremely polite and perfectly poised. Not easy, because neither came naturally to her.

Especially when her little trip here had offered her nothing.

And now she couldn’t help but wonder if someone hadn’t already snagged her father’s files.

Was it the DA? Did they now have evidence in their hands to make sure her father went down for murder?

Della had refused to give anyone her name—hoping that alone would hold them off from calling the police.

Not that she had remained silent the whole time. She’d apologized profusely and explained that she’d wandered in earlier that day before closing hours and somehow found herself locked in the room upstairs.

The woman in charge, Mrs. Applebee, if the name tag was correct, kept asking Della if she was a runaway. She told her no. The woman didn’t actually believe her, but considering the guard’s story, she didn’t look all that bad.

“She can move things,” the guard started up again. “I’m telling you, she was throwing boxes at me with her mind. She’d look up and down would come a box. And that’s when my gun went off.”

Della wasn’t certain if that was actually what had happened, but she had seen the box hit. What she had been certain about was that the bullet had missed her by a few inches.

Right then she noticed that the guard had moved his chair another inch away from her. He’d probably pee himself if Della growled at him.

She might have felt sorry for him if she hadn’t smelled the whiskey on his breath. And from Mrs. Applebee’s expression, she’d gotten a whiff of the guy’s breath as well. That might even be why she was hesitant to call the police. That and the fact that he’d used his gun while intoxicated and shot at an unarmed teen.

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