Chapter 41

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Wayne needed to hear what people were saying about Timothy Grundenman, a physician out of Finley Creek. Dr. Grundenman had information no one wanted getting out there. He was there to fact-find after some sort of shit had really hit the fan. Judge Fisher was beyond panicking now.

Names had gotten out. Lots of them. And that was going to mean more problems than the judge had anticipated.

Wayne suspected his next assignment was to see to it that Dr. Grundenman didn't live long enough to spill what he knew. Grundenman was living on borrowed time. Wayne would find what he could about the man now, so that he didn't have to waste time when the inevitable happened. Part of being efficient was being informed, after all.

For now…he had been given information that two of Grundenman's daughters worked at this very hospital. One in CICU and another was a trauma physician in the ER. He had their names and where to find them. It was simple; the two young women lived together in a gated community somewhere in the city.

Both young women had been present during the hostage situation where Timothy and Trey Grundenman had been involved. He had seen that for himself, after a simple google search of the Grundenman name.

Those daughters were his ticket to finding the father.

He stayed right where he was. And watched.

Ready to do what was necessary at a moment's notice.

No one ever really noticed men like him, until it was too late.

Wayne stayed right where he was—waiting.