he didn’t continue.
“They felt real.” His mouth tightened as if disgusted that he’d rely on something like feelings, but Addie didn’t dismiss it.
“Maybe they felt real because my birth father told him exactly what to write.” Now it was her turn to mumble some profanity. If that was the case, then they needed this slimebag lackey to talk, to tell them anything and everything he might know about the Moonlight Strangler.
“Are you okay?” Weston asked a moment later.
Addie didn’t miss his glance that landed on her stomach. She wasn’t okay, not by a long shot. She felt raw and bruised as if she’d gone through a physical attack instead of just the threat of one. The sound of those bullets would stay with her for the rest of her life.
“I’m fine,” she settled for saying. And she hoped that was true. Her precious baby didn’t deserve to go through this. No one did.
“You should see a doctor while you’re at the hospital. Just to make sure,” he added.
His tone made it sound like an order. Which made her rethink her notion that he’d just leave after catching her birth father.
No.
She really didn’t want to have to deal with this on top of everything else.
“For the record, we barely know each other,” Addie tossed out there. “And you won’t exactly be welcome in my family.”
Another glance at her stomach. “Is that supposed to send me running for the hills?”
“It might after you meet Jericho.”
“I’ve already met Jericho,” he countered.
“Barely.” They’d exchanged brief introductions and some testosterone-laced glares while waiting for the ambulance. “He’s very protective of me.”
Especially since he’d learned she was pregnant. Addie was thankful for his brotherly love. Thankful for all the other things he’d done for her, including offering her a shoulder when she’d been crying over her heart-crushing encounter with Weston. But Jericho wouldn’t be showing much love to the man who’d slept with his kid sister and then dumped her.
“I’ll deal with Jericho,” Weston said as if it were gospel.
“Good luck with that,” she said in the same tone he’d used.
Still behind the ambulance, he pulled her truck into the parking lot. The very truck that he’d insisted on driving from the ranch to the hospital. Normally, that wasn’t a task Addie would have just surrendered, but the truth was, she was shaking, and the nerves were still there right at the surface.
Unlike Weston’s nerves.
He just seemed riled that he hadn’t been able to bring all of this to a close tonight. And it still might happen. If they could get some info from the shooter.
He took the parking space nearest the ER doors. “Stay close to me and move fast,” he instructed.
She spotted the two night deputies already there. Both were positioned just outside the ER. Both with their hands over their guns. A reminder that this nightmare wasn’t over.
“Search anyone who tries to get in,” Weston told them, and he flashed his badge.
Weston used his own body to shelter her while they made the short trek into the hospital. They were just behind Jericho and the medics, who rushed in with their patient. She didn’t hear what Jericho said to the nurse at the reception desk, but Addie didn’t miss the scowl he gave her when he spotted her. He came toward her just as Weston pulled her away from the doors and to the far side of the room.
Maybe just to get her away from the glass doors.
Maybe so he could make this showdown with Jericho semiprivate.
“You should be home,” Jericho insisted, and in the same breath he added to Weston, “And the two of us need to talk.” Weston was on the receiving end of an even worse scowl than she’d gotten.
She seriously doubted Jericho had only talking on his mind, and that’s why Addie stepped between them. “I can handle this myself.”
All right, that didn’t exactly cool the fire in Jericho’s eyes. Nor did it stop Weston from moving her so that he was facing her brother head-on.
Jericho’s index finger landed against Weston’s chest. “You deserve to have your butt kicked for what you did to my sister. Now the question is—are you going to do something about it?”
“Yeah, I do deserve a butt-kicking,” Weston readily admitted. “And Addie deserves some answers, but we can work that out later. Agreed?”
She wasn’t sure Jericho would agree to anything right now, but he finally huffed, pulled her into his arms and brushed a kiss on Addie’s forehead. “Are you okay? And I want the truth.”
“I’ll be fine,” Addie assured him and stayed a moment in his arms. He might be the most stubborn brother in the universe, but he’d walk through fire for her. And vice versa.
“I already told her I want the doctor to check her out just in case,” Weston insisted.
Jericho made a sound of agreement.
“I can think for myself,” she reminded both of them.
But she was talking to the air because both of them ignored her. Jericho motioned for them to follow him, and he led them into a private waiting room just up the hall.
No windows, thank goodness. She figured it’d take a lifetime or two before she walked past one and didn’t hear the sound of bullets shattering glass.
Weston tipped his head to the wallet her brother had in his left hand. “Does that belong to the shooter?”
It was clear her brother didn’t want to drop the personal part of this conversation with Weston, but she saw the moment he shifted from big brother to lawman. “Yes. My brother Jax is running a background check on him, but we know his name is Lonny Ogden. He’s thirty-one and lives in San Antonio.”
Addie repeated it to see if it rang any bells. It didn’t. “You’re sure that’s his real name?”
“The photo on the license matches the one at DMV. I’m running his prints just to verify, but on the drive over, I had Jax check on Ogden’s rap sheet.” Jericho paused, scrubbed his hand over his face and gave a weary sigh. “He doesn’t have one. Ogden’s never been arrested.”
Hard to believe that the man who’d just tried to kill her had never been in trouble with the law.
“Ogden had a cell phone on him, and I had a ranch hand deliver it to Jax at the station. Jax’ll examine the calls and any other phone records Ogden might have left.”
“Did Ogden say why he did this?” Weston asked.
Another weary sigh from Jericho. “He rambled on a lot, not much of it making sense. When I asked him if
