Morgan stood his ground. Dolan had a few pounds on him, but Morgan was pretty sure he could take him. So what exactly did you joke with those bitches about? What kind of compliment did you pay to Lexa that made her report you to HR and get your ass fired? Morgan stepped forward.

Dolan took a lurching step backward. Lexa? He looked confused for moment, then realization dawned. Oh, you mean your little side piece? I figured you had dibs. I never touched her.

My what? What had this Neanderthal called Lexa?

Side piece, Stark. Your little bit of ass on the side. Everyone knows your wife ditched you. Rumor is you hardly ever leave the hospital. I figured you must have been dipping your wick somewhere. That Brianna was a nice piece of ass, too. Were you boning her, too, Stark? Must be nice to have two in the hand and in the bush, if you know what I mean. The smirk got bigger.

You sorry excuse for human being. No wonder you were fired. Youre disgusting. Morgan took yet another step forward.

Me? Im disgusting? Im not the one parading all over the hospital talking about how special I am, how my skills are so much better than someone elses. Thats you, my friend. On the word friend, Dolan poked Morgan with his index finger.

Morgan had been expecting something of the sort, though. Dolan was the kind of drunk that would push and shove if he thought he could get away with it. Well, he could forget that. Morgan sidestepped and Dolan crashed forward, tripping over the coffee table and only righting himself at the last minute. I am not your friend and Lexa wasnt anybodys side piece. She was a young woman full of promise and possibility and you decided to snuff her out before she could fulfill any of that potential because you wanted to what? Dip your wick at work?

Enough. Danielle separated the two men. Dr. Dolan, Id like you to come down to headquarters to answer a few questions.

Dolan rounded on her. Make me, sugar tits. He poked her in the chest with an extended index finger now, too.

Big mistake.

If you insist, Danielle said. Then she did something to Dolans index finger and the man was on his knees in front of her begging for mercy. Ward Dolan, you are under arrest for assaulting an FBI agent. You have the right to remain silent . . .

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Every time Morgan looked at Ward Dolans face, he wanted to punch it.

Hed had to satisfy himself with occasional glances at Dolan in the back of Danielles car, hands cuffed and uncomfortable. It would do for now.

Danielle put in her hands-free device and tapped a button on her cell phone. Hi, Murphy. Its Hernandez. Im going to need some assistance when I arrive. Im sending my location now.