Jack looked around and shrugged. “Works for me.” He stuck out his hand, and Dr. Wylie grasped it. “We need to get Lizzie home. The guys will introduce themselves to you and will do whatever you want them to do. With the exception of leaving, that is.”

“So you guys are Annie’s posse?” the string bean asked, a grin stretching across his face. “When she hired me, she also taught me how to shoot craps the same day. She told me all about you guys. It took only ten minutes for her to hire me, and then we spent the rest of the day getting to know each other. She’s one hell of a lady.”

Jack laughed. “It figures. No grass grows under Annie’s feet. Next time you see her, ask her to teach you how to pick a lock or crack a safe. Take good care of our buddy in there.”

“I will. You take good care of my patient’s wife, you hear. I meant it when I said I won’t let her come back here until she’s stable. She’s exhausted.”

Jack gathered his group and spoke quietly. “We need to know what the hell is going on here. I want details, and I mean details. Once we get Lizzie settled, we’ll either come back or call, so be prepared to give me answers.” That said, Jack turned on his heel and raced after Harry, who was already at the elevator and about to step in.

“Just out of curiosity, how are we going to get Lizzie home? Do you have her car keys? And where the hell is her car? Jack, what the hell happened back there?” Harry demanded.

“I have her purse right here. The car has a keyless gizmo. We’ll find it, don’t worry. As to what happened, I’d say some kind of turf war between the doctors. Annie told me about this place five years ago when it was being built. The casino owners all got together and decided to build a state-of-the-art clinic. She said the trauma center here is better than the one they have for the president. Top-notch doctors. The best of the best. This place cost millions, high millions. Annie agreed to help finance it only as long as she had the controlling interest. It’s private in the sense that the owners and their families get first dibs, but they take outside patients. They also have a free clinic, something Annie insisted on. That guy Brackman, she said something about him, but right now I can’t remember what it was. It was nothing positive, though.”

“Okay, we’re in the parking lot. Which one is Lizzie’s car?” Harry asked.

Jack pressed the fob in his hand and waited for a sound that would tell him which car was Lizzie’s. A silver Mercedes sedan chirped to life. He led the way.

It took both Harry and Jack to get Lizzie settled on the backseat and buckle her in. She didn’t resist or even move. “I think that’s good enough. One seat belt should do it. Lizzie lives only about eight miles from here. You driving, or you want me to drive?” Harry shrugged. “Okay, then I’ll drive. Just punch in the GPS and hit Home and we’re good to go.” Harry did as instructed.