“Let me make sure I got this straight,” Sheriff Ben Whittaker said in disbelief, his voice almost sarcastic. “There was a break-in attempt at your house, security system was hacked multiple times, now the wheelchair ramp sabotaged and none of you…” He jabbed a finger at Jared, Beck, then Hayden, “…thought to call the damn police until now?” He let out a dry chuckle. “Wait, you didn't even call us; it was the hospital. What on earth are you guys about??”
Hayden’s jaw flexed. “We were handling it.”
“You call this handling it?” Detective Carolanne Higgins’s tone could’ve cut glass. She leaned back in the chair across from Hayden’s hospital bed, arms crossed, one brow arched high. “Sir, respectfully, you’ve been the victim of at least two felonies and this attempted murder, and you thought w
