9 Chapter 9

O’Shea spoke, the Irish brogue still faint. “?Tis a murder investigation now, ya see. And someone wants chief witness Dr. Bond Bergstrom daid.”

Bond whipped around to face O’Shea. “I saw a rifle barrel and a dark SUV. No make or license number, no faces, not even gender or how many were in the car. Before the victim could give me names, he lapsed into unconsciousness.”

“And who will believe ya?” Again, the steady voice with its softened brogue spoke.

Looking Northman straight in the eye, Bond said, through gritted teeth, in a strong voice, “I’m a Navy SEAL. I can take care of myself now that I know I’m being targeted. I’ve been taking care of myself since I was twelve.”

“We don’t know who’s targeting you or why. These could be some very nasty people, and you’d be working in the dark,” Northman pointed out. “As I said, Mr. O’Shea’s company provides the hospital security, so we know his work.”