““Martin?” A hand closed over her arm. “Tammy, it’s OK, I’m here.” She knew that voice, and it wasn’t Martin. For one thing, he didn’t call her Tammy, and for another the accent was wrong. She turned her head, wincing. “Dad?” Lord Bradshaw nodded. “Yes, Tammy. How are you feeling?” She took a deep breath. That hurt, too. “Like the car crashed.” “You were lucky you weren’t badly hurt. Just cuts and bruises. The doctor says you can leave here as soon as he’s checked you over again. Although your p...olice guard seems to have other ideas. Anyone would think you’re killing off all your protection officers.” “Well, I’m not.” She sat up. Her father pushed her shoulders back down. “Where’s Martin? Is he OK?” “Don’t worry about him, he’s not important.” Yes he is. Not that you’d understand. “Is Martin OK? I want to see him.” Her father sighed. “Sgt. Ames is fine. He needs to stay in overnight for observation. Stay there while I go find a doctor to check you over.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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