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Teddy was being a hard-headed dumbass, and it might just kill him. But with her own child missing, JJ didn’t have the maternal energy to spare for the man.
He’d refused to see a doctor, assuring them he’d be fine in a little while. If he wasn’t, then he’d get medical attention. Rather than calling bullshit, JJ and Grant had helped him to Dorothy’s sewing room, which had a twin sized bed in one corner. There they’d removed his boots and jacket, loosened his collar, and settled him against a pile of frilly pillows.
Dorothy had finally left them alone so she could tend to her injured husband. JJ perched on the edge of the mattress, while Grant shifted a mannequin so he could lean against the wall unencumbered. Harlan pulled a metal folding chair over to sit next to the bed.
“It’s Virgi
