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Despite why they were back at the police department, the first thing Teague asked Chief Davis was, “Is there any update on Hoyt?” Closing a file he had open on his computer, the chief replied, “He’s out of intensive care and doing as well as can be expected. We haven’t talked yet because he’s still sedated.” The chief added, in amusement, “Right now he looks like a mummy from his neck and shoulder to his right elbow due to the bandaging. The doctor who did the surgery assured me that Hoyt will probably regain full use of his arm, although he’ll need physical therapy for a while.” “Thank God.” “As for Mr. Irwin. He’s set for a second surgery in the morning to finish repairing the damage done by Hoyt’s bullet.” “Too bad Hoyt didn’t kill him and save the state the bother,” Keir muttered a