“I’m going to take you to the hospital,” I said. I lifted her with ease into my arms and carried her through the corridor and outside.
The sheriff opened my passenger door, and I gently placed Harper into my car, letting her sit in the front seat beside me.
“I’m tired,” Harper said. She struggled to keep her eyes open.
“What did they give you?” I doubted she knew the answer, and I wanted to run back inside Enzo’s and pound the shit out of him, but my focus needed to be on Harper.
She was here, alive, and I needed to get her help.
Harper didn’t answer me.
“Stay with me,” I said, worried she might fall unconscious. I didn’t know if she’d wake up, go into a coma, or something even worse.
I reached for the seatbelt and buckled her into the seat, making sure she was secure. “I’m going to take her over to the hospital to get bloodwork done,” I said to the sheriff. “See if you can find out what they gave her.”
“I’ll call you if I find anything,” Sheriff Nelson said.
I hurried to the driver’s side, hopped in, and tore out for the hospital. It was a long drive. I dialed Jaxson while on my way.
“Hey, any news?” Jaxson asked.
“I have Harper with me in the front seat. She looks like they gave her some type of drug. She seems heavily sedated, can’t move around, and doesn’t remember what happened. She seemed surprised to see Enzo when I showed up.”
“Was Enzo in handcuffs? Did he confess to her kidnapping?” Jaxson asked.
My grip tightened on the steering wheel. “No, there was a dead man outside his house. I’m guessing Enzo’s blaming Harper’s disappearance and abduction on him.”
“Bastard,” Jaxson muttered. “We’ll meet you at the hospital.”
“That isn’t necessary,” I said, glancing beside me at Harper as she mumbled incoherently under her breath. She didn’t seem fully awake or alert. “I can call you as soon as we hear anything further.”
“Please, do that,” Jaxson said. “I’ll let the other guys know what’s going on.”
I hung up the phone and hit the gas harder, hurrying to the hospital. “Hang on, Harper.”