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Dilya had come through clean in three hours flat and was resting well.
Kee leaned back in a metal chair placed beside the cot in the recovery tent, close enough for Dilya to touch her if she woke. The chair dug at her back.
She should have flown.
She knew it. Archie knew it. John knew it.
But she’d stayed.
She’d stayed for Dilya, but Dilya wasn’t a Night Stalker. The girl needed her, but had she? Mac and Jeremy had prepped her for surgery while Kee held her hand.
Once Dilya was out, there was nothing for Kee to do except feel guilty and worry. She didn’t know who’d flown in her place. Or had the mission scrubbed? Probably not. No one had come in to check on her.
“Smith!”
She snapped her eyes open in time to catch the yellow case with a large red cross on it that Mackenzie heaved
