Raider, Wolfe, and Angus limped off, and she stopped cold. “Holy crap.” Blood and dirt covered them all. Her heart stuttered and then calmed. They were hurt, but they were okay. Raider was still alive. She nearly swayed in relief.

Roscoe barked once and leaped past her, whining as he sniffed around Angus.

“It’s okay, boy,” Angus said, patting the dog’s wide head. “I’m all right.”

“You sure?” Pippa asked, hesitating by the food.

Angus nodded and then winced, shutting his eyes. “I have to stop doing that.”

Brigid, her throat clogged, gingerly reached out to Raider. He had bruises along the side of his face, these a brighter purple than the one that had nearly faded from her dad’s punch. His arm hung at a weird angle, and blood seeped from his hip and his other thigh. “Raider?”

“I’m okay,” he said, lines of fatigue and pain fanning out from his midnight-dark eyes. “Eddie let me off in a nowhere town so I could get to work, and these guys were kind enough to pick me up before I passed out again.”

“My dad?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Safe,” Angus muttered. “And locked down more securely this time, even with his own doctor. We had to have him removed from the hospital, but he’s okay now.”

The elevator door closed. The men limped toward the food, while Wolfe kept a close eye on the other two as if expecting them to drop at any moment.

Pippa hovered and turned to unwrap plastic plates. “I thought everyone would need a good dinner.”

Malcolm stood and studied the other men. “Are you sure we shouldn’t go to the hospital?”

“No,” Angus said shortly. “We’ve driven almost eight hours, all day, and we’re not seeing a doctor. There can be no medical records about this right now.” He jerked his head toward Brigid and then wavered before regaining control. “What’s the news?”

Brigid resisted the urge to put her arm around Raider’s waist to make him sit down. “Nari somehow got the HDD to step up and reach out to the local Collinsville cops, but we don’t know the extent of their cooperation as of yet. Rutherford and Fields aren’t responding to my calls.” Which hopefully meant they were working the problem.

The elevator ground loudly and then hitched, opening with a more drawn-out ding than usual this time. Nari stepped out along with a gnarled bald man wearing a white lab coat, Snoopy pajamas, and cream-colored women’s Ugg boots. He held an old-fashioned black doctor’s bag in one weathered hand. Nari’s jaw dropped. “Oh, good lord. You two need a hospital.”