Page 48 of Destined Chaos
I pulled out my phone and dialed Dexter.
“Bennett.”
“Dexter, it’s Hugh. Listen, don’t let any visitors into Libby’s room. We still think she’s in danger.”
“Funny you should say that. Clara is here demanding the same thing.”
“Just do it. Clark and I are on our way.”
“I’ll put security outside her door and put her on lockdown.”
“Thanks, Dexter.” I hung up and tapped the dashboard. “Can’t you go any faster?”
Clark grinned and shoved his boot down on the pedal. “Buckle up.”
Clark and I ran through the hospital entrance, meeting Dexter on the bottom floor.
“Is she okay?” I asked, poking the elevator call button several times in succession.
“I put the best person we had in her room. She’s fine.”
The elevator dinged, and they rode it up in silence. My heart was beating out of my chest when the doors opened. There was no one in the hallway. The man at the door was sprawled out on the floor.
“Oh, God.”
I didn’t wait for the others. I ran and shoved the door open.
Clara smiled at them. “What took you so long?”
Libby’s bed was empty.
Clara was wearing a wig and had Johnson bent over the bed with his hands cuffed behind his back.
“Where is she?”
“Over here,” Libby called out.
I followed the sound of her voice into the next room. The room was dark. Her bed was pressed against the wall and out of sight, so that someone walking by wouldn’t have seen her.
“You okay?” I asked, stroking her hair.
“Your family sure knows how to put on a show,” she teased.
“Well, at least my family isn’t trying to kill you.”
“Clara told me Mr. Johnson is related. How would she know that?”
“That’s a long story for another day.”
I kissed her lips.
“Did you see Dinky? Is he okay?”
“He will be.”
Clark walked into the room. “You guys good?”
“Sheriff, I’m not pressing charges against Dinky. It was all a misunderstanding. I told him to burn down my house. I wanted to rebuild it.”
