“Excuse me, but your colleagues don’t know jack about us,” I reminded Anne through clenched teeth.
The doctor looked irritated, but he nodded and went back down the hall.
Anne smiled at me. “We’re trying to keep your existence somewhat quiet,” she said. “Until we’re certain you’re safe. But that’s great news about Nick.”
We walked to the waiting area. The flock jumped up when they saw me. I smiled and gave them a thumbs-up. Nudge whooped and slapped high fives with Gazzy, and Angel ran over to hug me hard. I swung her up and held her tight.
“He’s gonna be fine,” I confirmed.
“Can we see him?” Iggy asked.
“Ig, I hate to break this to you, but you’re blind,” I said, my relief making me tease him. “However, in a little while you can go listen to him breathe and maybe talk to him.”
Iggy gave me a combination smile-scowl, which he’s extraordinarily good at.
“Hi, everyone,” said Anne. I’d forgotten she was right behind me. “Max may have told you about me—I’m Anne Walker, from the FBI. Has Max filled you in on the agreement we made?”
She was smart: If I hadn’t already told them about it, she’d just confirmed that it was a done deal.
“Yes,” said Angel, looking at her. “We’re going to stay at your house for a teensy little while.”
“That’s right,” said Anne, smiling back.
“Us and Total,” Angel said to make sure.
“Total?”
“My dog.” Angel pointed under her chair, where Total was curled up, head poised neatly on his paws.
“How did you get a dog in here?” Anne asked, amazed.
I didn’t want to delve into that too much. “Yes! So, well, as soon as F— Nick is somewhat mobile, we’ll go to Anne’s house, rest up, get Nick up to a hundred percent. Cool?”
The others nodded with varying levels of enthusiasm.
“Fnick?” Iggy muttered, smirking.
I ignored him.
“Actually, Nick won’t be mobile for at least a week,” Anne said. “So we can all head to my place today, and he can come out when he’s ready.”
I saw Gazzy blink and Nudge frown.
“No,” I said to Anne. “That wasn’t what I agreed to. We’re not leaving Nick here alone.”
“He’ll have doctors and nurses and two agents at his door. Round the clock,” Anne promised.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “No. Two of your agents would be a snack for an Eraser.”
Anne ignored my joke. Not surprisingly, since she probably didn’t have a clue what I was talking about.
“It will be more comfortable for you at my house,” Anne said. “Much better for you.”
“But not much better for Nick,” I said.
“But—Nick can’t be moved,” Anne said. “Were you planning to just hang out in his room?”
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