“And I’ll give you the answers at the hospital.” He walked to the ambulance.
Two EMTs brought out the gurney.
Ryan placed Kaylie on it. He brushed a lock of her hair from her face. He leaned over and kissed her, then whispered. “You’ll be okay. Then we need to talk.”
The blonde woman EMT put a hand on Ryan’s arm. “We need to take her now, sir.”
He nodded. “Of course. I’ll meet you at Bozeman Health.”
“Yes, sir. On our way.”
Ryan watched the ambulance take off.
The sergeant walked over. “So, are youthatRyan Evers? From Evers Manufacturing?”
“I am.”
“That explains a lot. We don’t often get requests from billionaires to stop a kidnapping at the airport.”
“I’d appreciate it if my name could stay out of your reports, and you leave it that the request came from the U.S. Marshals Service.”
“I don’t see why I can’t accomplish that.” He hooked his thumbs in his belt. “What do you want to do with that bit of trash?” The policeman jutted a thumb over his shoulder at Vinnie.
“I suppose he has to go to the hospital, but can you take him the long way? Or you probably should call another ambulance. I’d keep him handcuffed, if I were you, until the Marshals Service picks him up. From what I understand, he’ll be tried on racketeering charges, manslaughter and now he can be charged with kidnapping, too.”
“I’m sure we’ll be able to come up with a few more if they need them, unlawful entry to an airport, discharging a weapon in the city limits. Just small potatoes for a guy like Vincent Rizzo.”
Ryan frowned. “How do you know who he is?”
“We got an APB not even an hour ago.”
Ryan nodded and took a card from his wallet. “Good. I need to get to the hospital now. If you need anything, you can reach me at this number.” He handed the card to the policeman.
“Do you have a way to the hospital? You can’t take that helicopter.”
“I always keep a vehicle at the airport. It’s a habit I learned from my father. So, if you don’t mind, I’ll leave now.”
“You go on. We’ll take care of this riff-raff.” He pointed at Vinnie.
“Thanks.” Ryan ran to his business truck which was parked on the far edge of the private terminal. Then he probably broke every traffic law he could in order to reach the hospital before they put Kaylie under for surgery. He had to tell her he loved her before she decided to leave and go back to New York to wait for the trial.
He arrived at the hospital too late. He wanted to slam his fist into the wall, but he took several deep breaths and calmed himself.
Kaylie was being prepped for surgery.
He sat in the waiting room hoping for any information. Ryan tried to read. Heck, the magazines were only a year old.
Finally, he set the Good Housekeeping Magazine aside and paced the waiting room. He was the only one there, so he first paced circles around the room and then from one wall to the other and back. He’d started on the magazine again when a female doctor appeared. She was in her scrubs with a white overcoat. Most of her gray hair was captured in a disposable white hat and she still wore booties on her feet.
“Are you Ryan Evers?”
“Yes.”
The doctor held out her hand. “I’m Doctor Conroy. Miss Smith said you are her fiancé and we are to give you her status.”
Ryan turned his eyes skyward and said thanks. “Yes. So how is she?”
“She’ll be fine. The bullet didn’t hit anything vital. I want to keep her in the hospital for a couple of days. When she goes home, I don’t want her to lift anything over five pounds. But other than that she’ll be fine to do just about anything else.”