CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
IT WAS MID-JUNE BEFORE he could take more than a shallow breath without feeling like he’d been stabbed in the chest. He’d only been released from the hospital once his attending physician was absolutely certain no trace of pleurisy remained.
But in many ways, being home again was a hollow victory. The discharge paperwork spelled out in great detail his doctor’s instructions for continued recovery. Healing ribs meant no lifting anything over four pounds, and definitely no punching bag workouts and no shooting for a while. The cracked sternum also required ‘going easy for a while’, as his doctor had phrased it.
He’d reviewed all the surveillance data that had come in since his trip to the hospital in Junction, and at first was disappointed to realize he’d missed his chan
