“If you’re okay with it, I’d like to go to the hospital to check on Mac and Jake. I thought after that we could see about getting our cars.”
Shit. He’d almost forgotten about his truck still being at the R.I.S.C. building. His keys were in his pocket at the time of the explosion, and Emma had mentioned hers were in the purse the cop brought by last night.
All they needed was permission to go into the parking garage, and they were golden.
“I’ll call Detective West and see what he says about us getting the vehicles out of there this morning.”
“Thanks.”
With a nod, he walked over to his nightstand and opened the top drawer to remove his wallet and gun. Two things he never left home without.
Placing the holstered weapon at his hip, he pulled the hem of his t-shirt down to conceal it. From his wallet, Trace pulled out the detective’s business card and dialed the handwritten number on the back.
It rang twice before the familiar voice answered, “West.”
“Detective, this is Trace Winters. We met at the hospital yesterday.”
“I remember. What can I do for you?”
Trace explained the situation with their vehicles and was given the green light to retrieve them.
“Thanks,” he told the detective. “I appreciate it.”
“No problem. Hey, how’s Emma doing today?”
“She’s good.” Trace couldn’t help but steal a glance at the woman in question.
Her face was void of any makeup, her hair wasn’t really a mess, but it hadn’t been properly brushed, and she was dressed in the same set of wrinkly scrubs she’d slept in.
Damn, she’s beautiful in the morning.
“We’re about to head out from the hotel, now.” He forced himself to look away.
“That’s good to hear. I was planning on stopping by the hospital myself, but we just got a call about a body found in the river.”
“Not the best way to start your day.”
“No.” West chuckled. “Not at all.”
“I’ll let you get to it.”
“Thanks. And...don’t forget to call if you or Emma remember anything else from yesterday.”
“Will do.”
Ending the call, Trace shoved his phone back into his pocket.
“Well?” Emma’s round eyes stared back at him anxiously.
“We can head that way whenever you’re ready.”
“Yes.” She did a small fist bump and tossed the half-eaten pizza slice in the trash. “Then we should probably have a cab drop us off there first, and then go to the hospital.”
“Makes sense to me,” he agreed.
Walking over to his bed, he sat on the edge of the mattress and grabbed his boots. When he was finished lacing them up, he got on his phone and ordered a taxi to take them to their vehicles.
“He said they’d be here in five, so we should probably head down to the lobby, now.”