“Where are we going?” the nurse asked fearfully.

“Well, you’re going to hell,” he said pleasantly. Not prolonging things, he dragged her across the console and out of the car and tossed her to the pavement. She immediately tried to run, but he drew his gun, tightened the silencer, and shot her in the head.

She dropped and he shot her in the head a second time, just to be certain. Then he slid behind the wheel of her car and drove away—just in the nick of time. In his rearview mirror he saw the white panel van pulling into the grocery store lot as he turned the corner. He didn’t see anyone following him the rest of the way back to Sunnyside Oaks.

He was met by the same charge nurse, who wore a forbidding frown. Standing behind her was the big-ass security guy from that morning. He did not look pleased.

“Where did you go? Where is Nurse Gaynor?” she demanded.

“She’s permanently resigned,” DJ snapped. “She agreed that she wasn’t competent enough to care for my father. I dropped her off at a grocery store nearby. Come with me.”

The two followed him into Pastor’s bedroom. Putting a finger to his lips, DJ lifted the lamp on the nightstand, holding it so that the underside of its base was visible. He could see when the security guy saw the bug. The man’s jaw tightened, making a cheek muscle twitch.

DJ laid the lamp on its side, then pointed at the lampshade, showing them the second bug. He opened the nightstand drawer and withdrew the Bible, exposing the third bug.

It wasn’t Pastor’s Bible. Pastor only waved one when he was preaching. Wasn’t like he read it every day. Or any day, for that matter.

Nurse Innes’s lips had thinned. She motioned to DJ and the security guy, leading them into the hallway.

“Who?” she asked sharply.

“A guy who wants to kill me,” DJ told her. “He already tried once today.”

“How did he turn her?” the security guy wanted to know.

“Her son is in prison, waiting for trial.”

Innes shook her head. “We would have known.”

“It’s new, apparently. You can check it out.”

The security guy made a call, then scowled at whatever he heard. He ended the call and gave Innes a nod before turning to DJ. “Was she ambulatory when you dropped her off?”

“Not really,” DJ said.

The man sighed. “Can’t say I blame you. Which store? I’m going to need to grab her before the cops find her. Did you use a silencer, at least?” DJ gave him a look and the man sighed again. “Of course you did. What a mess.”

Innes suddenly looked exhausted. “I told you to come to me with concerns, Mr. Belmont.”

DJ blinked at her. “I thought you meant if my father needed extra pillows.”

Innes rolled her eyes. “Get her body,” she said to the security guy. “You may return to your father’s room,” she said to DJ. “I’ll send our tech guy to retrieve the bugs. We’ll destroy them.”