Nina Connor was the best investigator money could buy. A former FBI agent, and a freaking Israeli commando before that, she was tougher than any man I had ever met, and smart as all get-out. When I asked her why she never went into law, she said, “You don’t get to punch anybody out as a lawyer.”

“So what do you think?” I said to her over the phone after explaining everything.

“I’ll be out as soon as I can.”

I hung up and stared out the windows for a while before leaving the diner to check on Adam.

Adam was lying on his hospital bed staring out the window when I came in. Some food was on the side table. I put it on the tray and brought it nearer to him, and he said, “I’m not hungry,” without looking at me.

“When’d you eat last?”

“I’m fine.”

I noticed a bloody rag tucked between his leg and the sheets that he clearly was using to cough into. “The psychologist come yet?”

“He’s coming this afternoon. I still think this is bullshit.”

“Bullshit or no, you’re not getting outa here without the evaluation, so you might as well do it happily.”

He sighed. “I’m just tired, Tatum. Just tired. I want to go home.”

“I know,” I said softly.

The nurse came in just then and checked the IVs. “Hey,” I said, “how about this, I’ll go get us some burgers.”

“I wouldn’t recommend it,” the nurse said. “He’s got some nausea right now, and I don’t think a greasy hamburger is gonna help none.”

I nodded but said, “I’ll be back soon.”

Finding a burger place open on a Sunday in small-town Utah was like trying to find a Slurpee machine in the Sahara desert. I had to drive to Nevada to find a place that was open, and then I got two burgers with fries and headed back to the hospital. When I got there, Adam was already asleep, hair flopped down over his forehead. Softly, I brushed it away. It still amazed me how much he looked like me.

“Night, Pops,” I said.

I slept uneasily and woke up at around eight in the morning. I checked my phone. There was a message from Will that he had tried to pick up Nina from the airport, but she had insisted on renting her own car.

I grabbed a round of coffees and took them into the office, having forgotten almost everyone here was Mormon and wouldn’t drink it. I left them on the conference room table as I reviewed Pritcher’s motions. The motion hearing was in an hour.

Jia was the first one in. She said, “Hey,” and then went to work like a machine. Will came in a little later. He grinned and said, “I think I’m in love.”

“Great,” I said, not looking up from the files.