Three hours later, Mark finally shook Ian’s hand goodbye. Fuck, the man was nothing if not methodical, and Mark was sure he’d be grateful for that soon enough. But right now, Ian’s dogged attention to detail and quadruple-checking of every single word was keeping Mark away from Francine. And he hated being away from Francine, especially since she was just down the hall.“Here’s my card,” Ian said, handing it over. “If you or Doctor Cabot need anything, or you think of anything more, please call me. I wrote my personal cell on my card, too, so you can call me any time, even the middle of the night. I don’t sleep much.”Mark grinned at that, recognizing a fellow graveyard-shift worker when he saw one. “You work quite a few nights, Detective?”“Damn right.” Ian stretched his broad shoulders. “You must too, being a bodyguard.”“Umm-hmmm. Lots of ‘em.”“You like it?”“Depends on the job.”“Yeah.” Ian sighed. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Some are harder than others, huh?”“Unfortunately, ye
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