It took a week and a half before she was able to get back to her regular life. She spent half of those days in front of the prosecuting attorneys going over everything that had happened at W4HAV again and again. At the last minute on the final day of the interviews a new prosecutor had been assigned.
One of Turner’s many cousins.
She got lucky with that, at least. He was very solicitous of how she was feeling at all times. It was like he had her interests in mind as well. The other attorney had acted like what had happened with Henedy had been Izzie’s fault.
It had been such a difficult day she’d ended up practically bawling before it was over.
No one in the room had been happy.
It had been better with Mac Barratt there, though.
Still, she was exhausted when it was done.
Then there were the interviews with the TSP about the actual abduction attempt and what had happened in Brownsville. Whatever they’d discovered had been enough to have Jake satisfied she was safe.
He’d said the threat was off the streets now.
Apparently, it stemmed from what he had been investigating regarding Councilman Dennis Lee Arnold. The man had lackeys—Jake had said.
Who had wanted revenge on him for what they believed he’d done to screw up their side income.
Izzie would never fully understand any of it.
Jake was like a bear with a sore paw the entire week and a half. He was angry to have yet another case taken away from him and passed off to Callum and Evers.
He kept mumbling about a nurse from County who deserved answers.
Izzie mostly ignored him. He got that way sometimes when work would be more difficult than usual.
Izzie concentrated on doing what she had to, and helping Oliver settle in and not get eaten by Earl the Cat.
They had a completely tense relationship.
She’d only been able to see Allen twice since her return. Those had been short. He’d been busy with dealing with the break-in and his condo and the realtor showing the place and finding a house he liked.
He still hadn’t.
He wanted her to help him look. The mere idea of it terrified her. She wasn’t afraid of commitment. Not really. She didn’t want to end up like her mother, abandoned and alone.
Not that Allen would ever do that. It was just…lifelong habits were pretty hard to break.
Finally, after twelve days, she was able to get back to work. She stepped into the hospital and breathed a sigh of relief.
This meant normal again.
The only thing different was a set of plastic plants had been placed in the lobby for updated décor.
It was good to be back. Time to get back to normal.
Izzie walked into the ER with determination. She could do this.