“You’re coherent, and this was a one-time thing, so I’m not concerned about long-term. However, you should consider making a police report.”

“We’ll handle it,” Wolfe said.

Dana winced as the doctor settled a Band-Aid over her vein. Handle it? What in the world did that mean? She stared at Wolfe, but he wouldn’t look at her. The doctor finished with her and turned to Wolfe. “Was there, ah, sexual activity?” he asked.

“Why?” Wolfe growled.

“Because MDMA would possibly make you tired or lethargic, so I’d rule it out except for the jaw tightness. GBD can cause sexual arousal, which would make sense if you so engaged.” The doctor drew the tourniquet around Wolfe’s arm. “Also, as your doctor, I’d have to recommend STD testing.”

“We’re both clean,” Wolfe said, his words clipped and his jaw rock hard.

Dana remained quiet.

The doctor turned to her. “I can get you a morning-after pill, if you’d like.”

She blinked. “No. Thanks, though.”

Wolfe just watched her, no expression on his face.

Dana turned back to the pages in front of her, wanting to make the men in the room disappear. She turned the page and found more hieroglyphics.

Jethro sat up. “What’s all this?”

“My friend, who’s missing, used a code when she worked on sensitive articles,” Dana murmured. “I can’t decipher it.”

Jethro rubbed his whiskered chin, leaning over to look. “Fascinating.”

Dana lifted her head. “Are you any good with codes?”

He frowned and pulled the notebook closer. “Not really. I’m more of a philosophical interpreter of data, if you know what I mean.”

She didn’t, but with his British accent, it sounded intriguing.

Angus drew out a vacant chair and sat. “I know a code breaker. Well, she’s a lot more than a code breaker, but she consulted with us on a couple of cases when I worked for the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit. I could give her a call, if you like. What’s this about?”

Dana pressed her lips together. Thank goodness they were talking about work again and not drugs or sex. “This is about my friend Candy Folks.”

“The journalist who disappeared?” Angus asked, looking toward Wolfe. “This is the case you’ve been handling on your own?”

“It’s my story,” Dana said before Wolfe could answer.

Angus leaned over and scratched Roscoe between the ears. “What’s your case about, Wolfe? I’m done with being left out of it.”

Dana’s eyebrows rose, and she turned toward Wolfe. Would he let the unit help him find Rock at this point?

Wolfe looked at her, then at the doctor, and then at Angus. “Considering how things have changed, I’ll think about it. First, we have a visit to make.”

“Visit?” Dana sat up.

“Yeah. You with me, Force?” Wolfe asked.