While Trey was being X-rayed and tested, Landon sat in the ER cubicle, doorway open, elbows on his knees trying to convince himself to stop shaking. If Trey hadn’t had on the vest, if Nina had been the one to open the door, if he himself had opened the door, oh God…
He looked up when someone came down the hall toward him. It was Joe Thompson. The man had a grim and worried expression on his face. “Is he okay?”
“I’m not sure. He had just gotten home from work and he had his vest on. On impact though, he fell and cracked his head open on the stairs.” Landon squeezed his hands into fists, then made himself flex his fingers out again.
“Tell me what you know. I’ve got two-thirds of the team in the waiting room, desperate for answers.”
It made perfect sense that most of SWAT was there waitin
