Hannah Alexander - Eye of the Storm

“What I’m doing is helping a friend.” She gave him a pointed look then jerked her head toward the hand that held the door. “Do you mind?”

He didn’t move. “One of the reasons I kept trying to reach you was because tuberculosis has been making a recurrence on the street, and you worked closely with many patients.”

“Yet you didn’t tell Kirstie about that, or call my new boss?”

“I didn’t want another person to do my job for me.”

“I’m not your job.”

The tip of Gerard’s tongue scrubbed at his teeth. “It’s my job to see to the welfare of my employees, and you were my employee when you worked with the patients at the clinic.”

“I get my yearly TB test, I don’t have night sweats, unexplained weight loss or a dry cough—”

“You do need more time off.”

“Make up your mind. A few minutes ago you wanted me to be Kirstie’s physician.”

“One patient. That’s nothing like going back to work at a busy clinic.”

Megan put her hands on the steering wheel. “This isn’t helping.”

“I’m sorry.”

Megan’s cell phone rang, and she stiffened. Gerard could tell she hadn’t calmed down as well as she wanted to pretend she had. She took a breath and reached for the cell.

Gerard watched her expression as she took the call. Instant relief.

“They found Kirstie?” he asked.

Megan irritably motioned for him to shut up. He knew that gesture. She’d used it enough times at the mission.

“We’ll have to check to see if she inhaled any creek water,” Megan said. “Just get her to the clinic and I’ll meet you there.” She flipped the cell shut and reached for the door. “I have to go to Kirstie.”

“I’ll follow you there.”

“Gerard, they’ve found her, and you don’t need to be at the clinic.”

“It’s time I started meeting some of the people, checking out the town. You’re a big girl, you can handle a few rumors, can’t you?”

With a sigh, Megan started the engine and gunned it. “Fine, if you can keep up, but I warn you, I drive the way I always have.”

Gerard chuckled as he watched her burn a doughnut in the leaves and grass and miss his car by half a foot. Had it not occurred to her that he’d already studied the layout of Jolly Mill? He would take his time and enjoy the drive now that he knew Kirstie had been found.

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