“Fin Kimball,” Gus said as they approached the front desk. Nailah clung to his arm and even Wyatt had tagged along with Eleanor while Caine parked.
“And you are?”
“His brother,” Gus said with a trace of annoyance.
The receptionist nodded and typed in the name, saying, “He was just let out of surgery. He’ll be in recovery. Second floor.”
Gus escorted Nailah to the elevators while Eleanor hurriedly texted Caine with the information. He managed to catch up just as the lift doors opened and they stepped inside. They rode up in silence. Gus was pensive, and the others were too nervous to interrupt his thoughts. He couldn’t shake the idea that the timing of this accident was far too much of a coincidence, and he hated coincidences.
Stepping off the lift, they paused at the nurses’ station
