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"I'll kill you!" Edward says meancingly, blinking rapidly and trying to make his eyes focus in. I grin. Joe hit that bastard harder than he thought.

The cabin door smashes open.

Dad tackles Edward. Dad's first punch breaks Edward's nose. I lose count of the punches Dad lands on Edward's body. Con, Sam and four other policemen struggle to pull Dad off Edward. When they do, Edward curls up into the fetal position.

"Thought he killed both of you," Dad says as he touches my shoulder and Joe's forehead.

"Con, can you give me a ride to the hospital?" Sam asks.

Sam puts his hands on Joe's chest and applies pressure to slow the bleeding.

"Yeah, let's take the whole crew," Con says.

He puts his arm around Dad's shoulder and leads him to the police car.

I almost think Con's afraid to leave Dad here without close supervision.

Dad sits in the back with Sam and Joe. Con carries me to the police car and sits me up front. He buckles me in and runs around to the driver's seat.

"Sam, how's Joe?" Con asks.

"Radio ahead to the hospital," Sam says.

"Dispatch I need you to patch me through to Bayport General," Con says into the radio as he turns on the siren and lights.

"Go ahead, Car 54, I have Bayport General on the line," Dispatch says.

"I'm bringing in Joe Hardy. He's lost a lot of blood. Request a surgical team meet us at the ER," Con says.

"Roger," Dispatch says.

"Fenton, can I borrow your jacket?" Sam asks.

In the rearview mirror, I watch Sam take off Dad's jacket. Sam presses it against Joe's wound.

"CON, WE NEED TO BE AT BAYPORT GENERAL FIVE MINUTES AGO!" Sam shouts.

"Dispatch this is Car 54 - requesting all available police cars block the main intersections on the way to Bayport General," Con says.

Pedestrians scatter as Con drives down the sidewalk to avoid a traffic jam.

"CON!" Sam shouts. "I'M LOSING HIM!"

"DOING MY BEST!" Con shouts, as he runs a red light and passes three cars on the wrong side of the road.

"Hang on, Joe," Sam says. "Don't give up on me now."

Two police cars with lights flashing block the intersection. We speed through the intersection. Con's speedometer hovers around 100 mph.

God, please help Joe.

Two police cars get ahead of us with their lights and sirens going.

Reminds me of a funeral procession in fast forward. Joe said this was his last case. Did he know he was dying?

"Bayport General our ETA is 1 minute," Con says into his radio.

We pull into the hospital parking lot. A group of people in blue scrubs load Joe on a stretcher.

Sam gets me out of car. Con helps Dad into the hospital.

"Come on Frank, let's get you checked out," Sam says as he carries me into the hospital.

"OK, Frank get me up to speed," Sam says as I'm wheeled down the hall on a stretcher. "What happened after you got kidnapped?"

"Drugged," I say. "Me. Not Joe. Dad?"

"He's in shock," Sam says. "Don't worry. I've got your back."

I close my eyes.

"Frank?" Sam asks. "What's wrong?"

"Ed," I whisper.

"Trust me," Sam says and puts a hand on my shoulder. "He won't cause you any more trouble."

"Hurt Joe," I whisper.

"Joe's tough," Sam says, but I see Joe's blood covering Sam's shirt.

"Office mistakes," I force out, too tired to speak. "Ed framed Joe."

"You're sure?" Sam asks.

"Ed bragged," I whisper.

Sam closes his eyes for a minute. When he opens them, Sam squeezes my shoulder.

"Don't worry. We'll figure it out," Sam says. "First, we get everybody patched up."

"Didn't have Joe's back," I whisper.

"We've got it now," Sam says.

"Too late," I say.

"Joe's fighting," Sam says. "So we fight too. Trust me, Joe won't let Edward win."

I pray Sam's right, but I'm terrified. What if I just saw Joe alive for the last time?