Chapter 33 Mac
MAC
It impressed the doctors how quickly my body was healing, and it looked like I’d be out as quickly as I had been for my stab wounds. Still, a few days in, and I was already restless as hell to leave.
“Everything is looking good,” Sheila, my nurse, had said that morning. “I’ll talk to the doctor, and we’ll see about getting you discharged today or tomorrow. It’ll be up to the doctor, mind.”
A few hours later, the doctor still had not come in to see me.
The wall-mounted TV aired one asinine midmorning show after another.
I’d forced Arro to return to work to give her some normality.
Until her windows were fixed, she was staying at Thane’s, for which I was glad.
Even though I knew she was safe, I didn’t want her to be alone while I was recovering.
Sheila had just popped back in with more water and to ask if the doctor had been in yet when my phone buzzed on the bedside table. My nurse promised to search out the doctor and left as I picked up the call.
From Nylah, the club’s ethical hacker.
The rhythm of the beep on my heart monitor grew faster.
“Nylah?” I answered abruptly.
“Mac, hope you’re well,” Nylah said, having no idea I was lying in a hospital bed since I hadn’t spoken to her in a few weeks.
“Look, I know everything was tied up with the Kilmany bloke, but I thought you might like to know that I just got a ping on a license plate for Guy Lewis. You wanted me to let you know if he entered Scotland. A security camera picked up his car at a petrol station in Inverness early this morning.”
Foreboding crashed over me.
Lisa said Lee Kilmany had denied leaving Arro those notes. And I just assumed because he’d denied everything else …
“Fuck! I have to go, Nylah. Thank you.”
“Aye, no—”
I hung up on her and immediately dialed Arro. She didn’t answer. Shit!
Sitting up, I began pulling at the equipment attached to my body as I called Lachlan, and my bloody phone rang out.
Finally, Lachlan picked up. “Mac, are you—”
“Where are you?” I barked.
“I’m at the castle. Why?”
“Guy Lewis.” I shoved off the bedcovers. “He’s here. Nylah picked up his license plate in Inverness this morning.”
“It could mean anything, Mac.”
“Get to Arro now. She’s not answering her phone. I’m on my way.”
“You’re in the hospital. You stay! I’ll go.”
“Just find her and call me as soon as you have.”
The door to my room burst open just as I stood, and the doctor stared at me wide-eyed. “Mr. Galbraith, I’ll need you to get back into that bed right now.”
I straightened to my full height and watched him swallow warily as I warned, “And I’ll need you to get out of my way.”