“If there’s orders not to let you—or anyone—know he’s there, they won’t tell you. It ispossible. He’s not your average civilian. There are people out there who would love to find out he’s been wounded, and where they have him. They’d come after him in a heartbeat.”
That idea sent a shiver of fear through Dylan. “Surely your father has someone there to protect him.”
“No doubt. But—”
“I don’t want to hear ‘but,’” Dylan said angrily. “I want to know he’s safe.”
“He is. Dad will make certain of it.”
“I hate to point it out, but your father’s flown the coop.”
“No. He might not be here, but trust me he’s keeping tabs on everything. It’s what he does best. Now, since we’re both up and moving, shall we go down and have some breakfast?”
* * * *
“Walk,” Mars grumbled. “That’s all they let me do. Walk a few steps, to the door if I’m lucky, then back to the damned bed.”
Vicki chuckled. “At least you’re getting exercise. You’d be climbing the walls otherwise.”