The room was quiet except for the faint beeping to indicate heartrate. The beat was steady, the little line jumping just as it should for a healthy man. Mercifully he was alone in the room. Reporters had crowded eagerly around to snap photos of him when he'd been gunned down. Matt Parkman became a cop again to herd them away. Now the politician lay quietly recovering from a wound he no longer had. This was the second time in less than a year Peter had to see his brother in a hospital bed. The second... read more
