ICU. “No visitors for a while, please-except-is there someone named Irene here?” I came forward. “If you can keep it very brief, I think it would be good for him to see you’re alive.” He smiled. “He thinks we’re lying to him.”
Frank came with me. Ethan was pale, connected to a lot of machinery, obviously full of painkillers. He smiled at us and said, “Thought I’d lost you.”
“No. Rest and recover. We’ll get a room ready for you at home.”
He looked toward Frank. “You sure you want me there?”
“You saved her,” Frank said. “You’re family now, like it or not.”
“Family,” he said. “Sounds good.”
About The Author
JAN BURKE is the recipient of the Mystery Writers of America’s Edgar Award® for Best Novel, the Agatha Award, the Macavity Award, and the Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine Readers Award. She lives in Southern California with her husband, Tim, and her dogs, Cappy and Britches.
