CHAPTER TEN
Along with everything else, it dawned on Miranda that she had no backup this time. No ex-boyfriend Detective Dave Wall to step in. Not only was Dave out of the picture now, there wasn’t a smidge of verifiable evidence, let alone firsthand encounters on her part.
As she drove to the hospital to pick up Skip and take him back to the faux hacienda, she dickered over what, if anything, she should tell him. The last thing he needed, as if these temporary digs weren’t odd enough, were more inklings to set his fevered brain off and running.
And so, during discharge proceedings, she went through the motions and did her best imitation of a doting relative. In turn, she learned that all test results indicated he was fine. As for the blow to his head, coupled with his fatigue, it didn’
