His head still ached, and he wondered if he should see a doctor after all. Not the team’s medic; the men had already returned to their various regular postings once it was determined that their quarry had somehow managed to give them all the slip, leaving him alone as he decided what to do next. However, Kanab probably had a walk-in urgent care clinic where he could have a doctor or nurse practitioner check to make sure he didn’t have a concussion.
Lenz scowled and pushed the thought aside. He didn’t want to admit to such weakness. Probably, what he really needed was a cup of coffee.
For all he knew, his headache could be directly blamed on what a clusterfuck this whole endeavor had turned out to be. Agent Dawson had gotten back to him and told him — sounding hesitant and worried, as if
