Jennifer crawled to him. His blood…it had splattered on the wall. On her. On the nurse. Everywhere.
No, not Wallace. Why had he done this? She never would have thought he’d do this to himself. Even to get back at her.
Someone grabbed her and yanked her out of the way. Strong hands.
Allen Jacobson leaned over her husband. He cursed. “He’s still alive. I need help in here!”
The nurse fell to her knees, next to him, even though there was fresh blood welling on her arm above the black cast she wore. “What do you need me to do?”
“Something to press against the wounds until we can get him on a table with a team.”
They were…treating Wallace. Like they actually gave a damn what happened to him. Like anyone besides her and her son did.
Another man rushed in and jumped over Wallace’s legs. He knelt down across from Dr. Jacobson.
Then another. Coming toward the nurse.
Jennifer barely even noticed.
Jennifer wanted to hold Wallace one more time. He was…dying. She wanted her arms around him one more time.
She couldn’t do that. Not now.
Not with what he’d told them. It was only a matter of time before the TSP came for her.
Jennifer gave her husband one last farewell look. She just…
She would always love Wallace Henedy.
No matter what he did.
Or she did.
She had to get out of there. Find Reggie. Tell him. Tell him she was so sorry.
Hard hands landed on her shoulders. Pulled her away from her husband.
Her eyes met Jake MacNamara’s, and she knew.
He was going to be trouble she didn’t want.
“Councilwoman Henedy, we’re going to have a little talk.” He wrapped one hand around her arm and swung her toward a deputy in uniform.
Jennifer didn’t fight it.
There was nothing more she could do now.
Her last thought as the deputy put cuffs on her was of her son.
Oh, Reggie.
This…this was going to destroy him completely.