CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Dakota was grateful Marcus hadn't brought up the shooting. Hardly an orthodox move to go for a motorcycle wheel. Then again, she hadn't been intending to hurt the man, only halt him. Now, though, there lay evidence of the best laid plans...
Burt Riggs reclined on a hospital bed, one of his legs elevated and in a cast. One arm was handcuffed to the cot's rail while the other gripped the television remote like a medieval mace, brandishing it at the two of them.
Dakota had allowed Marcus to take the lead on this one. For one, he'd always had a better bedside manner than she did. But also, Riggs had surmised the source of the gunshot and spent half the interrogation shooting angry glances in her direction.
Dakota busied herself pretending like she was examining one of the e
