Dr. Riggs looked perplexed.

“I’m not sure what that means,” he said.

“She asking about the status of Marshal Murphy,” Dolan said sleepily. His eyes remained closed.

“Oh yes, Patrick Murphy, the marshal who was hit by the car. He’s actually in another surgery now. Both his legs were broken in the collision and then he fractured his clavicle when he hit the ground. He should eventually make a full recovery but it’s going to take a while—easily six months.”

Jessie nodded. It could have been far worse. It occurred to her that until this moment, she hadn’t known the full name of the man who’d risked his life for her. The same was true for another man who’d sacrificed his.

“What about Emerson?” she asked, knowing the answer already.

The doctor looked confused, which made sense. He would only know about patients who needed treatment, not people who came to the hospital already dead. Dolan, with his eyes now open, sat fully upright. He shook his head.

“The service will be this weekend,” he said quietly. “I’ll FaceTime it if you can’t go.”

“She won’t be able to attend, I’m afraid,” Dr. Riggs said, picking up on the nature of the situation.

Jessie nodded, then thought of another question.

“And the girl—Hannah?”

Riggs clearly knew who she was talking about.

“Hannah Dorsey escaped with very little in the way of injuries. Lots of bruising. Her right wrist was pretty nicked up. But she said she did that herself when she was cutting off the tape. Her long-term issues are more likely to be psychological, as neither of her parents survived.”

“I’ll fill you in more on that later,” Dolan said in a tone that suggested the conversation ought to be confidential. Beside him, Kat stirred, then opened her own eyes lazily.

“Sorry to wake you, princess,” Jessie said hoarsely.

Kat’s eyes opened wide and she hopped out of her chair and rushed over to the bedside.

“Gentle,” Dr. Riggs warned her.

Kat stopped short of hugging her but smiled broadly.

“I can’t leave you alone for a second, can I?” she said.

“Apparently not,” Jessie allowed.

“I’ll leave you all for a bit,” Dr. Riggs interjected. “We can discuss your situation in more detail later. But for now, the one rule is: take it easy.”

“Yes sir,” Jessie said. She had every intention of following the rule.

Once he left, Jessie returned her attention to Kat.

“When did you get back?”

“About six hours ago. Your boy Hernandez gave me a call. I told the Interpol agent who didn’t realize I knew he was watching me that he was off the hook and I caught the next flight back. I figured you might need a roommate slash nursemaid for a little while, until you’re all better. Are you still considered a protectee of the Marshal Service?”

“I don’t know. I’m kind of out of the loop,” she said, turning to Dolan. “Am I?”

Technically yes,” he said. “Corcoran says that as long as Crutchfield is out there, you’re at risk.”