Lawman. Diana Palmer

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      She shivered as it took effect, but the medic who was monitoring her vitals gave the other one a speaking glance.

      “We’re going to have to transport her,” he told his colleague. “Can you come with her?” he asked Grace.

      “Yes. Just…just let me get dressed. I won’t be a minute.”

      She went out without a backward glance, dashed into her room, threw on jeans and a sweatshirt and her old sneakers and rushed right back to her grandmother. She didn’t bother with makeup or even comb her hair. She wasn’t going to a social event, after all.

      Garon glanced at her. She wouldn’t win a beauty contest, but she was a fast dresser, he thought with admiration. Most women he knew took hours dressing and making up.

      “I’ll follow you in the Jag and bring you home,” he told her.

      She started to protest, but one of the attendants shook his head. “We’ll probably have to keep her overnight at least,” he said.

      “I won’t stay!” Mrs. Collier raged, but she was still gasping and clutching her chest.

      “She’ll stay,” the older paramedic said with a deliberate smile. “Let’s load her up, Jake.”

      “You bet.”

      Grace stood back beside Garon as they wheeled Mrs. Collier out, still muttering angrily.

      Garon didn’t say anything. He escorted Grace down to the Jag and helped her into the passenger seat.

      “You’ll need your purse, won’t you?” he asked.

      She indicated the fanny pack around her waist. “I’ve got Granny’s cards to check her in,” she said dully. “She can’t die,” she added in a hollow tone. “She’s all I’ve got in the world.”

      Which wasn’t a hell of a lot, Garon was thinking. But he didn’t say it. He was resigned to losing most of the night’s sleep he’d been hoping for.

      2

      IT WAS MIDNIGHT before they had Mrs. Collier through the battery of tests that had been ordered. It had been a heart attack, fairly severe. Dr. Jeb “Copper” Coltrain came out into the waiting room to talk to Grace after he’d seen the results of the tests.

      “She’s bad, Grace,” Copper told her. “I’m sorry, but it can’t come as much of a surprise. I told you this would happen eventually.”

      “But there are medicines, and they have these new surgical procedures that I saw on the news,” she argued.

      He started to put a hand on her shoulder but immediately drew it back before it could make contact. She’d stiffened, something Garon noted with idle curiosity.

      “Most of those procedures are experimental, Grace,” he said gently. “And the drugs still haven’t been approved by the FDA.”

      Grace bit her lower lip. She had a beautiful bow of a mouth with a natural pink tint, Garon noticed without wanting to, and a peaches and cream complexion that he’d rarely seen on a woman once she took her makeup off. Her hair was a soft, golden-blond. She had it in a ponytail, but when unfettered, it must reach halfway down her back, and it had just a faint wave. She had small, pert breasts and a small waistline. She was perfectly proportioned, in fact. Looking at her long legs and rounded hips in those tight jeans made him uncomfortable and he averted his gaze back to Coltrain.

      “Maybe it was just a little attack,” she persisted.

      “There will be a bigger one, and soon,” he replied grimly. “She won’t take her medicine, she won’t give up salty potato chips and brine-soaked pickles—even if you stop buying them for her, she’ll have them delivered. Face it, Grace, she’s not trying to help herself. You can’t force her to live if she doesn’t want to!”

      “But I want her to!” she sobbed.

      Coltrain drew a long breath, his gaze drawn to Garon, who hadn’t said a word. He frowned. “Aren’t you Cash’s brother?”

      Garon nodded.

      “The FBI agent?”

      He nodded again.

      “I couldn’t get the car to start and the phone didn’t work,” Grace told Coltrain before he could interrogate Garon any further. The redheaded doctor was abrupt and antagonistic to people he didn’t know.

      And Mr. Grier here looked like a man who wouldn’t take much prodding before he exploded. “I had to ask him for help,” she concluded.

      “I see.” Coltrain was still staring at Garon.

      “I could stay with Granny tonight,” she offered.

      “No, you couldn’t,” Coltrain said shortly. “Go home and get some sleep. You’ll need it if she gets to come home.”

      Her face fell tragically. “What do you mean, ‘if’?”

      “When,” he corrected irritably. “I meant, when.”

      “You’ll have them call me, if I’m needed?” she persisted.

      “Yes, I’ll have them call you. Go to the office and do the paperwork,” he ordered. She hesitated for a minute, glancing at Garon. “He’ll wait,” Coltrain assured her. “Git!”

      She went.

      Coltrain stared at the taller man through dark-circled eyes. “How well do you know the family?”

      “We’ve spoken once until tonight,” he replied.

      “They live next door to me.”

      “I know where they live. What do you know about Grace?”

      Garon’s dark eyes began to take on a glitter. “Nothing. And that’s all I want to know. I did her a favor tonight, but I am not in the mood to take on dependents. Especially spinsters who look like juvenile bag ladies.”

      Coltrain was indignant. “That attitude won’t get you far in Jacobsville. Grace is special.”

      “If you say so.” Garon didn’t blink.

      Coltrain drew in a long breath and cursed under it. He stared after Grace. “She’ll go to pieces if the old lady dies. And she’s going to,” he added coldly. “Along with the other tests I ordered, I had them run an echocardiogram. Half her heart muscle’s dead already, and she’ll finish off the rest of it the minute I let her out—if she even lives that long. Grace thinks I sedated her. I didn’t. She’s in a coma. I didn’t have the heart to tell her. That’s why I can’t let her see Mrs. Collier—she’s in ICU. I don’t think she’ll come out of it. And Grace has nobody.”

      Garon frowned. “Everybody has relatives.”

      Coltrain glanced at him. “Her mother and father divorced when Grace was ten. Mrs. Collier had СКАЧАТЬ