CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
“You came.”
Daniel’s mother sounded surprised.
His stomach turned to see such a usually poised and glamorous woman laid so low. She lay, pale and drawn, in a bed in a downtown London hospital, an IV replacing the blood she had lost from the cuts to her wrists.
He had spoken to one of the emergency room doctors before coming in. At first, they had suspected his mother had tried to kill herself but weren’t sure because of the two bruises on her head that looked inflicted by someone else. When Daniel explained enough of the situation to the hospital staff as he could and produced his badge, they took her off suicide watch.
The nurse monitoring her had left, and now they were alone.
“Of course, I came, Mother. You nearly got killed.”
“Because of your little game of co
