Maybe she could do it here as well. In some fashion.
Luca said, “I overheard one of those cartel guys Homeland sent us after, talking about a hit at the hospital.” He pushed out a breath. “I called you, but you didn’t pick up.”
“I just got off a call with one of my sisters. I was about to call you back.”
“I’m glad you’re all right.” Kira nodded to Mike and squeezed Luca’s triceps. She went to the door and knocked quietly before she eased it open.
Francisco lay in the hospital bed, his face pale. Eyes closed. Torres sat in the chair beside his bed, quietly reading a worn paperback novel. Her brows rose. Luca had told her that he’d disappeared earlier, and yet, here he was.
She eased the door closed again without going in. “Everything looks okay in there.”
Luca bent forward, breathing hard. “Okay, so it either hasn’t happened yet, or Francisco wasn’t the target.”
“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” she asked them both.
Luca holstered his gun. “I’d rather have caught someone in the act. But yes, finding nothing happening is better than bloodshed.” He glanced at Mike. “I’m glad everything is okay here.”
“Why don’t you run down for me what happened?” the detective said.
Luca told him about seeing Roger Rousseau talking to one of the men who’d been after Dr. Torres earlier, and how he’d followed the man outside to overhear his phone conversation. “He’s in police custody now, so hopefully we can get some information from him.”
“We?”
Luca said, “You know what I mean. We need to find out who these guys are taking orders from and why the one just now was talking to Roger. We still have too many random pieces to this puzzle and no idea what any of it is supposed to look like.”
“You guys were over at Wiltmore House, right?”
Kira nodded. “That’s where the gala was.”
“That’s in the jurisdiction. The station I work out of. I’ll call over there and find out what’s happening with the guy that was just brought in.”
Luca said, “And the one from earlier. Butler said he isn’t giving up anything, and they can’t get into his phone. Maybe if we pit them against each other, they’ll talk.”
“Anything is worth a try at this point.” Martinelli pulled out his phone.
“What about the doctor?” Kira glanced between them. “He’s the one who was talking to these guys. Maybe he has something to say.”
Luca turned to her. “Good idea. We should ask him why he ran off after he saw me tackle that guy.”
Kira put her hands on her hips. “That’s twice today you’ve tussled with a gunman. Should I be worried that you’re the kind of person who is itching to get in a fight?”
Mike grinned at her.
“Seems to me like I might not be the one itching for a fight right now.” Luca lifted his chin, humor in his gaze.
“You’ve ruined my evening.” And the fact nobody had been hurt was a huge relief. “You’re going to have to make it up to me.”
Mike wandered away a couple of steps, waving his hand and focusing on his phone. “I’m staying out of this. Whatever it is.”
Luca pinned her with a stare. “You want me to make it up to you?”
Kira stood her ground. “That depends on whether you plan to run out and tackle someone in the middle of it.”
He touched her waist, his fingers easing back and forth over the curve of her hip. “If you don’t want that to happen, I think it can be arranged.”
“Good.” She stepped toward the door. “I’m going to interrogate the doctor for you. You’re welcome.”
She heard Mike let out a bark of laughter and slipped into the room.