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She shrugged lightly. “All Glocks are the same, for the most part.”
They were indeed. It was why the company sold so many weapons to law enforcement. The mags were interchangeableand the weapons themselves were almost idiot-proof. They were literally point and shoot. It was what Austin PD, and he himself, carried.
“And you have experience shooting?”
“I was in the Army for six years. And I was deployed for most of that time.”
Hunter looked at her, and before his brain could throttle his mouth, he asked her, “Is that where you got the scars?”
She lifted her chin defiantly. “Yes.”
Hunter appreciated her sass. He gave her a small smile.
Anger surgedin Baylee’s gut at that smile, and she wanted to kick the big, handsome guy in the balls. She’d had such high hopes that the dude in the apartment down the hall from her would be cool, but every time she saw him, it was like he was fixated on her face.
And now that she’d met the man, he still seemed to be fixated. Why was he asking about her scar in the middle of this fiasco?
Mrs. Traeger, the lady who owned the apartment building they lived in, kept telling her he seemed like a nice man, but Baylee wasn’t getting that.
“Had you ever met Mr. Vega before?” the big detective asked.
“No.”
“Do you have any gang affiliations?”
She snorted. “No.”
“Do you know of any relatives of Mr. Vega?”
“No. When they brought the mother in, they said something about her family. But I know nothing of his family.”
“Okay. Can I get your legal information?”
Baylee reeled it off. “If we’re done, I need to get back to work. We’re down a doctor and a nurse.”
The detective nodded, but he stepped in front of the door before he opened it and met her eyes. “I probably shouldn’t say this, but it looks like this was a clean shoot. You did what you had to do.”
Some of the starch eased out of her spine, and Baylee nodded. “Thank you for that.”
It did help, knowing that he seconded her decision to take the gang member’s life. And other people had said the same thing. Once Hank had been murdered, no one else had stepped up. If Baylee hadn’t, she had a feeling more people would have died.
She didn’t say anything as she crossed through the doorway, brushing against his front. Tingles leaped through her, and for a moment, she glanced up at him. He was staring at her, but, for the first time, his deep navy-blue eyes were soft. He understood what she’d gone through. For a split second, she had the terrible urge to burrow into his arms. Then she straightened her spine and walked out.
CHAPTER FOUR
Baylee was so tired. But she was so hyped up at the same time. It reminded her of being bombarded on Nightshade. It had been never-ending, the fear and anxiety. She tried to be upbeat and encouraging, but it weighed on her, smothered her.
Two hours later, she was still feeling the same. They’d lost an incredible young nurse, and the doctor had been with the hospital for fifteen years. She hadn’t worked with him personally, but she’d heard great things about him. There had also been a civilian killed.
The emergency was beginning to ease. For the rest of the night, they’d shunted all emergent cases to a neighboring hospital, while Dell-Seton recovered. Luckily, there was a great hospital network around them, and they’d all stepped up to take the overflow.
“Baylee,” someone said.
Baylee blinked and looked down. Dr. Mendez was looking up at her with raised eyebrows. Had she been calling her name? “Yes, ma’am.”
“I want you to go home. There’s no more you can do here. Your shift is covered, and I don’t want to see you in the peds wing for at least one week.”
Baylee frowned, her mouth falling open. “I don’t know,” she started, but Mendez waved a hand.