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sign three blocks from the docklands.  
    “What the hell, man? You drive the most ostentatious, over the top car ever sold. You’re speeding, and now you’re running stop signs? If a cop pulls you over, they’re gonna think they’ve won the motherfucking lottery. You want to spend the rest of the day locked up while five-oh figures out what they can pin on you besides reckless driving?”
    I shrug, taking another hair-raising right hand turn. “Just thought you might like waking up,” I tell him.  
    Michael growls. “I’m perfectly awake, boss.”
    This is flame retardant bullshit and he knows it. I let him off, though, because he’s earned it. “Just tell me one thing. Is this bizarre, edgy Michael because the bitch is back in our lives? Or is there something else I should know about?” I don’t have a clue what could possibly be more inconvenient than Denise Lowell entering the Seattle city limits, but shit. Things have been quiet. Too quiet. It’d be grand to believe that this is just how life will be now—predictable and safe, because that’s what Sloane deserves. But I’m not that stupid. It’s my experience that life will pitch you a curve ball or five when you’re least expecting it, and they’re always the ones that fuck you up the most. And when it rains, it motherfucking pours.  
    Michael presses his fingertips against his mouth, elbow propped up against the window of the Camaro. He stares up at the warehouse as we pull up outside, a grimace twisting his features. “I don’t know,” he says quietly. “I just…I have a bad feeling is all.”

Chapter Three

    SLOANE

    Millie Reeves doesn’t cry when she wakes up. She vomits and complains that she’s cold, but that’s it. All things considered, she’s relatively lucky. She was breathing when she was having the violent seizure that brought her here to St Peter’s, but the oxygen supply to her brain could easily have been compromised. She could have woken up with altered brain function or damage to numerous aspects of her nervous system, and yet she seems as though she’s coping admirably. Unfortunately the same can’t be said for her brother.  
    “I don’t care what the doctor said. I want to take her home!” Mason Reeves is hot headed and reactive right now, as he leans across the reception desk, growing redder and redder as he tries to brow beat Gracie. Little does he know that his efforts are completely pointless.  
    I see Gracie raise her do-not-fuck-with-me-family-member-of-a-patient shield. “And I don’t care what you want, Mr. Reeves. Your sister is in recovery. That means she is re-cov-er-ing.   Do you understand what I’m saying?”
    “I understand that she can recover at home, ma’am. Now, please. Let me sign the paperwork so I can get her out of here.”
    “I’m afraid I can’t do that, sir . Now please step away from this desk before I call security.”   Gracie’s jaw is fixed and locked, raised. She’s just waiting for him to argue some more. Of course, what she’s doing is highly illegal. Mason is Millie’s legal guardian. She doesn’t specifically require urgent care, so he’s well within his rights to take her whenever he wants. Gracie’s just one of those women who will push and push in order to get her own way, and to hell with the consequences.  
    I quicken my pace as I head toward them, grinding my teeth. “Is everything okay here, Mason? Are you looking for an update on Millie?”
    He barely casts his eyes in my direction as he acknowledges what I’ve said. “Millie Reeves. Six-years-old. Diagnosed with LSG at aged three years, three months. Suffered a major grand mal seizure in the last twelve hours. Now showing positive signs of improvement, despite continuous vomiting and diarrhoea. Blood pressure is normal. All cognitive signs reported normal. Will require constant monitoring for the next forty-eight hours to ensure no long term damage has occurred as a result of potential oxygen