Harrison Norton nodded, but he had the look of a man talking to a nut case. “Rambo. Does he bite?”

“Yes, but just tell him to stop.”

“Great,” Hank whispered as he looked down at his already bandaged hand.

Dr. Hudson turned up the lights as he walked in with the county sheriff behind him and ended their conversation.

Hank straightened but didn’t pull his hand from hers.

Dr. Hudson was a foot shorter than most men and the sheriff was a foot taller. They made an odd pair. Both frowned at Hank.

She closed her eyes to the bright light and curled her hand around two of Harrison’s fingers as if she were a child and needed to hold on tight.

Sheriff LeRoy Hayes pulled out a pad and pen as he leaned a hip against the bed’s frame. “Miss Remington, do you feel up to answering a few questions?”

The sheriff might be all-official, but he looked tired. A long Saturday night, she guessed.

“I’m a bit tied up at the moment,” she answered glancing down at both her bandaged arm and her leg in a brace.

Three feet away, the old doctor stood guard as if planning to order everyone out at any second. With his short stature and out-of-control mustache, he reminded her of a Smurf. She fought the urge to see if he wore shoes, but she guessed it would hurt too much to lean over and look.

LeRoy glared at Harrison Norton, and Amelia thought she heard the lawman growl. “You want to press charges against this man, Miss Remington? I could take him in right now. Hit-and-run, probably a DWI to start with. It’s been a few years, but it wouldn’t be the first time Norton has crossed the law.”

Harrison’s hand tightened slightly over hers. “I wasn’t drinking, Sheriff, but I have been in the hours I’ve been waiting. I’d rather have a few drinks for pain than what they serve in here.”

Amelia cleared her throat. “Sheriff, Mr. Norton sustained some injuries as well in our accident. To my knowledge he did not leave the scene of the accident. When I passed out, he was lying five feet from me.”

Dr. Hudson cleared his throat. “He refused medical care.”

“So, if it’s all right with you, Doc, I’ll take him in for questioning? He can’t just roll into my county and start causing trouble.” LeRoy turned to Harrison. “Damn it, Norton, did you have to run over the college’s only certified librarian? Took the school two years to find someone who’d take the job.”