But Brody’s hardened gaze remained fixed on hers, his tight voice dropping to a low, carefully controlled tone as he answered, “Because I don’t think you simply passed out drunk last night. I think you were drugged.”
7
“It’s positive.”
Brody’s fists curled into themselves at his sides, the ends of his well-trimmed nails digging deep into his palms. “You’re sure?”
Dr. Kerrigan Rawlins swung her almond-shaped baby blue eyes his way, her long, sandy blonde ponytail swinging over one shoulder with the move. “Flunitrazepam was detected in the urine Miss Tennison gave.”
Motherfucker.
Earlier, after Detective Hansen and his merry band of crime scene techs left Ro’s, Brody had driven her straight to the hospital. Thankfully it was a slower-than-usual night in The University of Chicago Medical Center’s emergency room. And since Ro was a suspected victim of a date rape drug, they’d gotten her back without much of a wait.
“You can call me Ro,” she told the doctor woodenly. “And what’s Fluna…whatever it was you just said?”
Rather than look at the professional in the room, he kept his focus on the woman sitting on that damn hospital bed. Legs dangling over its side, the normally strong, confident Ro was anxious as hell.
Not that he could blame her.
Back at her house, after explaining to her and Meg why he’d come to suspect she’d been drugged, he’d also shared his knowledge that most date rape drugs were still detectable in urine for up to seventy-two hours.
A tidbit he’d learned years ago during an op involving a senator’s daughter who’d been kidnapped and held for ransom. SEAL Team 1 had gone in, rescued her, and eliminated the foreign mercenaries who’d taken her.
Brody remembered his team leader reporting back a couple days later that the girl had been kept drugged the entire time. And when her blood tests came back, the drug they’d used…
Flunitrazepam.
The girl they’d rescued still had it in her system five days after her rescue. Like Ro, she couldn’t remember a single thing about her time while under the influence. A blessing for the senator’s daughter.
A curse for Ro.
“Flunitrazepam,” Dr. Rawlins repeated for her patient. “It’s a depressant that belongs in the benzodiazepine class. Rohypnol is the most recognized brand, but there are others like it that create the same or very similar similar effects.”
Brody hated that this had happened to her, but he was damn glad he’d convinced her to get tested. He’d also convinced Megan to let Christian come to Ro’s house and follow her home.
That part hadn’t been easy, though.
Like Brody, his sister could be incredibly stubborn. Meg also loved her best friend very much and wanted to be there for Ro as much as she could. Including expressing her desire to accompany them to the E.R.
But he’d made it very clear that wasn’t going to happen. Not because he was a controlling ass, but because he’d almost lost his sister a few months back.
It was possible this thing with Ro was an isolated incident, but Brody didn’t think so. And until they knew for sure what they were dealing with, he wasn’t taking chances where either one of the women were concerned.
A view his future brother-in-law wholeheartedly shared.
Because Brody didn’t believe Ro was slipped the drug at random. Not when he also added in her feelings of being watched on top of the presumed break-in. And if that were the case—if Ro was some sick fuck’s target—there was no way to know if the suspect was a stranger, someone she knew, or…
Someone looking for revenge.
Delta may be the newest R.I.S.C. group in operation, but their time together had been well spent. They’d already taken down multiple criminals and terrorist organizations, either by way of thwarting their plans and aiding in their capture or eliminating them completely.
But while successes like theirs saved lives, it also created enemies. So erring on the side of caution, Christian had driven to Ro’s before following Megan back to their house.
Just in case.
“Someone really drugged me?” Ro wet her lips and brought her gaze around to his.
The fear and vulnerability in her eyes were like a giant fist squeezing his aching heart. His chest tightened, bile churning in his gut as he thought of the awful, horrible things that could’ve happened had she left that bar alone.