It looked like a set of wings with a circle of some sort in the middle. He knew that logo.

“Where’d you get this?” he asked Dr. Morris.

She looked up. “In the back pocket of her jeans.”

Kia spoke from behind him. “That was Dyson.”

Nate sealed the plastic bag and handed it back to Dr. Morris.

“Santiago Martinez’s girlfriend just showed up at the station.”

NATE CHARGED out of the side entrance of the hospital too fast, knocking abruptly into Dr. Palmer, who was rolling a coin of some sort slowly and methodically over his knuckles. The coin dropped to the ground, and Dr. Palmer picked it up, slipping it into his pocket. He smiled a greeting, looking crisp and capable in a navy suit, the pink-and-white-striped shirt matching his rosy cheeks.

“Sorry about that!” Nate said.

“No problem. Actually, I’m glad to see you. I wanted to check how Emma’s coping. Her son being so sick, after what she went through…” His voice trailed off.

“It’s nice of you to think of her. She seems… determined, actually.” Nate smiled. Emma’s strength and courage were among the things he loved most about her. “She’s a fighter. That’s where Josh gets it from. We’re both optimistic.”

“Good. You should be. This treatment has a tremendous success rate. I’m glad you went for it in the end. I know it’s expensive, but I think Josh will come out the other side a healthy, happy boy. My success rate with it in Seattle is why Cascade Regional brought me here. You won’t regret it.”

Nate was surprised by the flash of arrogance. He hadn’t pegged Dr. Palmer for that type at all.

“Thank you for everything you’re doing for Josh.”

“I took an oath to help the injured and heal the sick. I’m only too glad to be of service.”

Nate leaned against the side of the hospital. “So, you found Emma the night her parents died?”

Dr. Palmer nodded. “Yes. But I’m sure she already told you all about that.”

“Not the details,” Nate admitted. “Emma bottles things up a lot.”

Dr. Palmer lifted his bushy white eyebrows and made a sound at the back of his throat like he agreed with him.

“I read the accident report. You found Emma at three a.m. How long was she alone with her father’s body before you arrived?”

Dr. Palmer scratched his head. “It’s been a long time. I’m not sure I remember what the autopsy said, but when I arrived he was cold. A few hours, I’d say.”

“Poor Emma,” Nate murmured. “Well, I need to get to the station.”

“Certainly. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for Josh.”

Nate turned to leave, then stopped and turned back. “Why were you driving around at three in the morning?”