Chapter 76

The nurse backed away a step and sent a panicky glance toward the doctor.

“It’s okay, Bobbi Jo. I can see the resemblance.” He glanced at Rush. “I suppose you’re related too?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Fine. Bobbi Jo, take them downstairs. But you can’t go.” He glared at Josh.

“Fine.” He looked around. “Where’s Mopp?”

“Who?” the doctor asked.

“Billy Bob Bolt,” Tom said, starting to pull himself together. Josh knew from their younger years that from this point on, Tom would do his grieving in private. “A young man about five ten.”

“Five nine, buddy,” Josh corrected. “He was with Jackson, and we understand the paramedics brought him here too.”

“Ah, the head wound.”

“Head wound?” Oh Jesus. The thought of that boy with his sweet smile and kind nature lying somewhere in this emergency room, bleeding and with his brains falling out, made Josh’s stomach turn over.

“I’m sorry, I can’t discuss this with anyone other than family.”