CHAPTER EIGHT
Dakota couldn't be sure why Marcus kept shooting her suspicious looks over the hospital bed, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Granted, the move with the door had been somewhat reckless, but he hadn't slowed the car when she'd said to. She'd known Berno was going to drop his speed. What else was she supposed to do? Just sit by and watch while a potential serial killer made good his getaway?
She wouldn't apologize. She refused. Marcus had been the one who'd asked for her help. This was it. She was helping.
And now, the two of them flanked the hospital bed. A nurse watched them disapprovingly from the door, having lodged far more than one complaint over the last few hours when they'd insisted that they be allowed to question the suspect.
He wasn't
