“Sorry to disappoint you, but yes, it is.”
“Then there’s something wrong with your equipment.”
“Are you sure there’s not something wrong with your medical system? You should pay for college, get better doctors, instead of spending all that money on guns.”
Harrington’s face turned red.
“Hey, if you two are going to start throwing punches, can you do it over there.” Reese nodded at the other side of the room.
Dr. Linden tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. “Your tests are normal, Dr. Dante. Your heart is healthy, and your blood work is normal. You shouldn’t even have any damage from frostbite which is a miracle all its own, considering how cold it is out there this time of year.”
Reese opened and closed his hands. Nothing but healthy pink skin.
“I think another day in here to rest up will be all you need. Get you home where you can get a good night’s sleep, eh?” She patted him on the knee. “Lunch will be in an hour or so.”
“I want those tests forwarded to Dr. Schultz in North Carolina.”
Linden raised an eyebrow at Reese, and she nodded.
“I’ll make sure they’re sent.” She left.
“Maybe you should go home yourself and get some rest.” Reese rearranged the IV lines, wires, and call button for the nurse.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re grumpy.”
“I’m not grumpy. I’ve had coffee and a bagel. I’ve got at least forty-eight hours before I start killing anyone.” Harrington’s deadpan expression didn’t even crack.
And Reese was too afraid to ask if he was serious.
A yawn snuck up on Reese. “Well, apparently I’m still tired.”
Harrington tipped his head.
“What?” Reese said.
“Why didn’t you ask if we were still looking for Nash Kelli?”
“You said he disappeared.”
“I said we couldn’t track him by satellite, not that we weren’t going to keep looking.” Of course they would. Reese forced himself to breathe. “You still hell-bent on killing him?”
Harrington ran his fingers down his mustache. “Unless of course, you can come up with a reason we shouldn’t.” An unspoken question ghosted that statement
Reese picked at the edge of the blanket. “I think we have it all wrong. What happened at the Utah facility, what we got off the computers, what we know about those missing men with the contractors, none of it adds up. It’s all one big clusterfuck of a mess. I’d suggest we collect everything we have then go back over it and paint a better picture.” Reese waited for him to tack on a demand, but the colonel remained silent. “I think going at this blind is just a waste of resources and manpower. Not to mention people are more apt to get hurt.”
“There’s a killing machine out there, and you want us to stop looking for him.”
“Have there been any more attacks?”
The colonel dropped his gaze. “No.”
“Then what’s the harm in doing our homework first?”
The man stared out the window, his gaze distant. Cloud cover muted the sunlight into a shade close to silver. “You’re right about this not making any sense. But I also think you know more than you’re saying. This operation isn’t my call, and unless I have something to take to those in charge, they aren’t going to stop looking for Mr. Kelli.”
Yeah, it had been too much to hope they would. Unless there was more evidence that whoever was responsible for the Anubis were a much larger threat. “Do you know if New World has any properties in Canada?”