Page 104 of Hidden Tide

“Then we use evidence to prove what he refuses to tell us.”

It’s the kind of answer I would have dismissed a few days ago.

Now it comforts me.

The authorities are building a case.

Not simply chasing men through tunnels and firing into the dark.

If Simon Vail and the others are responsible for Dad’s murder, Jonathan’s death and the attacks on my family, they will be exposed.

And this time, the evidence won’t disappear.

Keating’s radio crackles again.

“The house is secure. We’re bringing the women out.”

“Keep them together,” Keating orders. “Armored transport directly to Fort Baker. No stops.”

Mom moves closer to the radio.

“Tell them their mother is waiting.”

Keating relays the message.

While we wait, medics insist on examining my shoulder.

Ben stays beside me as they help me remove my jacket.

A bruise is already spreading across my skin.

“No break,” the medic says after checking my movement. “Most likely a strain and deep bruising. Ice it tonight. If the pain gets worse, you’ll need an X-ray.”

“She’ll get one now,” Ben says.

“I’m fine.”

“You can barely lift your arm.”

“I lifted a chair with it.”

“That proves you’re stubborn, not uninjured.”

The medic tries to hide a smile.

“I’ll arrange an X-ray once she’s settled in the secured quarters.”

Ben nods.

I glare at him. “You aren’t in charge of me.”

“No, but I’m excellent at making suggestions until people surrender.”

“That sounds like being annoying.”

“It’s one of my best qualities.”

His attempt at humor loosens something in my chest.