“Give me the gun. It’s okay. You did good.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I want answers.”

“And we’ll get them, but not like this. Come on, give me the gun. Hurry before anyone else gets here. Cops are on the way.”

She hesitated, muttered something about letting the guy off easy, and released the gun into his outstretched hand. Gavin passed it to the security guard, who lowered his own weapon.

“I had to shoot him,” she whispered.

“I know. We saw the footage.”

The guard had been able to access it on his iPad, and they’d simply tracked them through the hospital, to the stairwell, then down to the parking garage. With all of the commotion in the hospital and the partial evacuation, there hadn’t been a security guard close enough to get to her, so Gavin had to race against the clock. And he’d almost been too late.

“Everything’s been recorded. It won’t take long to rule it self-defense. You’re okay now.”

Officers ran into the garage as the security guard clicked cuffs around the bleeding man. Paramedics joined the scene.

“Didn’t we just do this at Brianne’s house?”

“Yeah, but at least no one got hurt this time.” He glanced at the man being loaded onto the gurney. “Except the person who asked for it.”

Sarah watched him while officers took the weapon as evidence, then took her into custody. “They have to cuff you, Sarah, you understand?”

She sighed and put her hands behind her back. “I know how it works.”

The officer who’d helped him find her nodded. “We’ll take you to the substation office in the ER and get your statement. You’ll have to remain in custody until the investigation is finished.”

“I know.”

He clicked the cuffs around her wrists and gripped her bicep. “The sooner we get this started, the sooner you can go home.”

She glanced at Gavin. “Will you call Caden and let him know what’s going on?”

“Of course.” He’d do that while he followed them to the holding area.

Caden answered on the first ring, and Gavin gave him the condensed version of what had just taken place.

“I’ll be right there,” Caden said.

By this time, they’d reached the holding area, and the officer—who’d introduced himself as Clint Osborne—directed Sarah to a seat. Officer Osborne uncuffed her hands from behind and recuffed them to a steel loop on the table. Her shoulders slumped and she looked near tears.

When he was ready, Osborne turned on his voice-activated recorder and asked Sarah to give her statement.

Gavin noted the details she included in her recitation of the events that he and Osborne had watched play out on the iPad. No doubt it was the reporter in her.