Nate was too stunned to answer. She grabbed the top sheet from the file and read the name of the source who’d turned Ben in to the Seattle PD.

“Holy shitballs!” Kia’s eyes gleamed. “Emma turned him in? Her own brother!”

Nate read the rest of the file in his hand. Ben had been caught and sent to prison six years ago, shortly after Nate met Emma. And she’d never said a word. In fact, she’d told him just a few days ago that she hadn’t seen Ben since she was in medical school.

Emma had lied to him.

If Ben knew that Emma was the one who’d tipped off the Seattle PD, she could be in real danger.

Kia turned over the paper she held and shook it at Nate. “Ben Hardman and Santiago Martinez were bunkmates at the Washington State Penitentiary.”

A slow smile spread across his face. This was the link he’d been looking for.

“Gotcha, Ben.”

CHAPTER 25

“DON’T WORRY. JOSH IS FINE,” Moira said. The sound of smoke hissing between her teeth came down the phone line. “He’s sleeping and that’s the best thing for him right now.”

I pressed my cell phone tight against my ear as one of the doctors pushed past me into the shared staff office.

“Okay, thanks, Moira. I’ll see you this afternoon.”

Josh had been sick since starting his lymphodepleting chemotherapy yesterday. He’d spent most of last night vomiting, but instead of being with him right now, I was here at the clinic, taking care of other sick people I didn’t really care about.

I hung up and slid my phone into my pocket, returning to the desk space where I was jotting notes from my morning patients.

The brightly lit office bustled with activity, doctors moving in and out, writing notes, opening cupboards, grabbing quick cups of coffee. It wasn’t the most peaceful environment to work in, but I liked the sense of belonging I felt around my colleagues.

I looked at the patient file I had open on the desk. Alice Jones, who’d arrived nearly two weeks ago with the bad back, hadn’t shown up for her follow-up appointment yet. I rifled through the notes from the specialist. She hadn’t gone for the MRI I’d ordered either. But that made perfect sense if she and her husband had been trying to get oxy from me.

“Would you like a cup of coffee?” I looked up to see Dr. Calvin Harper smiling down at me.

“That would be great, thank you.” I put my pen down and stretched. Nate and I had taken turns with Josh all night, and I was exhausted.