asked.
âThe explosion knocked them all out.â He sighed. âMr. Blackburn, youâre doing Miss Nash an injustice by dredging up the past and raising her hopes. She needs to let her daughterâs death go so she can heal.â
Sladeâs jaw clenched. âYou tried to persuade Nina to give up her baby for adoption, didnât you?â
The man curled his hand around a stress ball on his desk and squeezed it. âYes. She was young, unemployed and single.â
âBut she wanted to keep the baby,â Slade said.
âShe was immature. And her father didnât intend to support her or the child. I was trying to think of the baby. If she made it,â he continued, âthere would be medical bills, therapy.â He shot a condescending look at Nina. âMiss Nash was not equipped to handle those expenses, much less raise a handicapped child.â
âThat was my problem, not yours,â Nina said bitterly.
Dr. Emery pushed away from his desk. âI was, as always, looking out for my patients.â
Slade slapped a fist on the desk. âWell, someone didnât look out for Peyton Nash that night, did they?â
Dr. Emery paced to the window, agitated. âYou have no idea how traumatic it was. The hospital staff did everything possible to save the patients.â
Slade folded his arms. âAnd maybe you saw that chaos as an opportunity to take Peyton, to give her to someone else you deemed as a more appropriate parent. Or hell, maybe you sold her for the money.â
Hot fury heated the doctorâs cheeks. âHow dare you imply such slander. I have an impeccable reputation. And Iâve lived and worked here in Sanctuary all my life.â
Slade stood, towering over him. âI donât like the fact that youâve stonewalled my client and dismissed her questions without adequately responding.â
âI have answered them, but Nina is obsessive and delusional,â Emery argued.
Nina flinched, but Slade continued, his voice cold and harsh, âI donât think so. And I donât intend to accept anything you say at face value or leave this case alone, not until all of our questions are answered to my satisfaction.â He gestured to Nina. âAnd if I find out that you withheld information or that youâve been lying, Iâll be back, and I will hold you responsible.â
Fear flashed in the doctorâs eyes for the first time since Nina had known him. Was he afraid because Slade was rightâdid he know something that he wasnât telling them?
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S LADE GROUND HIS TEETH as he and Nina left Dr. Emeryâs office. âLetâs see if any of the nurses you mentioned are here.â
Nina nodded, and they walked to the nursesâ station. âExcuse me,â Slade said. âDo you have a nurse named Carrie or Jane working here?â
A middle-aged dirty blonde with green eyes glanced up from the desk. âYes, Carrie Poole, but she wonât be in until tomorrow. And Jane is on vacation and wonât be back until next week.â
âAll right,â Slade said. âWeâll be back tomorrow.â
âWhat do you think?â Nina asked as they exited the building and walked to his car.
âI donât know yet, Nina,â Slade said. âI donât like Emery, but that doesnât necessarily mean heâs lying.â
Ninaâs shoulders sagged, and he pressed a hand to her waist to help her in the car.
âBut I meant what I said. I will find the answers.â He offered her a sad smile. âI just hope the answers are what you want to hear. But I wonât lie to you or B.S. you either.â
âThank you,â Nina said, her eyes sincere. âI know some people think Iâm unstable, but Iâm not. I just have to know the truth.â
He stared at her for a long moment, grateful to hear the strength beneath the fragile-looking exterior. He had a feeling
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