Tough Justice: Twisted (Part 5 Of 8). Gail Barrett

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      “But she just had surgery last night.”

      Victoria glanced toward the tech room before answering. “She’s not doing too well. She said she had a rough night.”

      Lara didn’t doubt that. Cass had been a wreck at the hospital the previous night. The entire team had kept her company, waiting until the doctor released her, then loading her into Victoria’s car for the trip to the safe house they’d arranged. She’d looked shaken, weak and thoroughly traumatized, despite their attempts to cheer her up.

      “She’s supposed to keep her leg elevated. She should be in bed for the next few days.”

      “I know, but I couldn’t convince her. She didn’t want to be alone, even with an around-the-clock protective detail. She feels safer here at work.”

      Lara understood. It was a classic reaction to a violent attack—jumping at shadows, worrying that an attacker would pounce at any minute and be hiding behind every door. And the effects could last for months.

      “Have you heard back from forensics yet?” she asked. “Any clues about who might have stabbed her?”

      Victoria shook her head. “I got the initial report. About the only thing of interest is that he was most likely left-handed.”

      Lara’s heart missed a beat. “Moretti is left-handed.”

      “Moretti’s in prison.”

      “Could he have gotten out?”

      Victoria’s mouth went flat. “Not a chance.”

      “You’re sure? Because—”

      “Lara. Calm down. He’s locked up in a federal maximum security penitentiary. There’s no way that he got out.”

      “You’re right.” She was overreacting. And that was exactly what Moretti wanted. He wanted to rattle her nerves, ensuring that she wouldn’t think straight—just like Dr. Oliviero said.

      She tugged in another breath, determined to follow the psychiatrist’s advice. She could beat this guy. No one was superhuman. Somewhere he’d left a clue that would enable them to bring him down. “But that doesn’t narrow it down much. There are a lot of left-handed people in the world.”

      “Maybe Cass will remember something else. Why don’t you talk to her?” Victoria suggested. “I want to keep her busy. The more she can do to help solve this case, the more she’ll start feeling in control again.”

      “I will.” But as she headed toward Cass’s office a moment later, her worries returned in a sickening rush. They might be able to defeat Moretti.

      But if Cass’s attack was any indication, their time was fast running out.

      * * *

      Lara found Cass standing at her office window. She took in the weary slump on her slender frame and wondered again why she was here. Instead of working, she should be back at the safe house, coddling herself in bed.

      “Knock-knock,” she called out.

      Cass turned her way, and Lara was struck by how bad she looked. Her bruised eye was swollen shut. The other was rimmed with red, as if she’d been crying all night. Her hair was lanky and limp, her face ashen and strained. Lara couldn’t imagine how she had the strength to stand.

      “I just stopped by to see if you were okay,” she said.

      “Do I look okay?” Cass asked, her testy reply taking Lara aback. But she knew she had to cut her some slack. Cass had to be in tremendous pain after the ordeal she’d been through.

      “To be honest, you look exhausted.” She stepped into the room and sank into a nearby chair as Cass used her crutches to hobble to her desk. “Why are you here today? You should be taking it easy for a while.”

      “I thought the job always came first.”

      This time, Lara couldn’t mistake the bitterness in her voice. She frowned as Cass sat down. “No one expects you to work while you’re injured. The doctor said you were supposed to rest, and Victoria’s fine with that.”

      Cass didn’t answer. She propped her injured leg on a stool, her anger palpable now.

      And Lara’s uneasiness grew. Maybe Cass blamed her for the attack. She’d defended Lara before, when Xander had hurled his accusations at her. But maybe Xander’s attitude had rubbed off, especially now that Moretti had gotten to her.

      “Cass, listen. I’m sorry that you had to go through all this. You know I’m doing everything I can to stop Moretti and end this case.”

      “I’ll just bet you are.”

      Lara’s head reared back. Her anger sounded...personal. Exactly what was going on? Did Cass think she was slacking off? Did she hold some kind of grudge against her? Or maybe she thought Lara didn’t appreciate the terrible loss she’d suffered when her sister, Allie, had died.

      And she couldn’t help but wonder if hanging out with Katya Auerman was doing Cass more harm than good. Katya had been close to Cass’s sister. They’d been trapped together in that hellish existence, both victims of Moretti’s syndicate. But unlike Cass’s sister, Katya had survived.

      Lara understood why Cass would want to see her. Allie’s birthday had just gone by, and the anniversary of her death was approaching soon. Katya was her only remaining link to her sister, and talking to Katya would help keep her memory alive.

      But maybe it was also keeping her from getting closure, from moving past the burden of guilt she felt for failing to find her sister in time. Maybe she’d be better off making a clean break and severing that depressing tie.

      But Lara could hardly tell her that. Cass had kept her friendship with Katya secret. For whatever reason she didn’t want anyone on the team to know. And if there was one thing Lara respected, it was boundaries. Heaven knew, she’d erected enough barriers of her own.

      Still, Cass obviously needed help.

      “Listen, Cass. This case...it’s hard on all of us. Especially you, getting stabbed like that. And after your sister died...”

      Cass made a listless shrug.

      “I saw Dr. Oliviero this morning. He’s been a big help to me. Maybe you should think about paying him a visit. It helped me to talk things out.”

      Cass’s good eye flashed. “Just because you need to see a shrink doesn’t mean that I do. Maybe you should keep your advice to yourself.”

      Lara flinched, stunned by her hostility. But as much as her nasty tone hurt her, she knew that Cass was right. Who was she to make suggestions when she was so messed up herself? “Sorry. You’re right. It’s none of my business what you do. I didn’t mean to intrude.” She rose and headed to the door.

      “Lara.”

      She paused and turned around, still stung by Cass’s tone. But Cass looked deflated now, her undamaged eye beseeching hers. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

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