Vicki called Dylan later that day, telling him she’d seen Mars and while he was hooked up—wired, as she put it with a laugh—to IVs and monitors, she was able to talk with him. “He asked about you.”
“Did you tell him I’m fine? I don’t want him worrying.”
“Of course I did.”
“Thank you! Tell him…Tell him I care. He’ll know what that means. Or better yet, tell me where he is and I’ll come see him and say it personally.”
There was a brief pause before she replied, “He’s only allowed to see family.”
“I get that, but damn it. I’ll figure out a way to get in if you tell me where he is. Zavier is being very closed-mouthed for some reason.”
“I…I can’t tell you. I’m sorry. Orders, and…” She hesitated, “He…he said you weren’t to come see him.” With that, she hung up. When Dylan checked his phone
