I ignored what she had said.
I don't point out that he hid for twenty-five years. That he built an entire identity, infiltrated the banking world, positioned himself perfectly for revenge, and no one suspected.
The first surgeon emerges at 1:47 AM.
We all stand - Morrison, me, Elliot, and Luca. Waiting for the verdict.
"Thomas Marvin's family?"
"I'm his son's..." I pause. "I'm Katherine. His son is still in surgery."
The surgeon's face is professionally neutral. "Mr. Marvin is stable. Critical but stable. We removed three bullets, one from the shoulder, two from the chest. Extensive damage, but no major organs were hit; he lost a lot of blood. The next forty-eight hours are crucial, but he should survive."
The relief is so intense I nearly collapse. Luca catches my arm and holds me steady.
"Can I see him?"
"ICU. Five minutes. He's sedated, but you can sit with him briefly."
