Morrison stops me before we can leave the hospital. "Actually, Mrs. Sinclair, we'd like a word with you and your husband before you go."

Hunter's arm tightens around my waist. "Is this really necessary, Detective? My wife needs rest."

Morrison's expression gives nothing away. "It won't take long."

I glance up at Hunter, see the tension in his jaw, the wariness in his eyes. "It's okay," I tell him. "Let's get this over with. Then we can go home."

Detective Morrison leads us to a small room ...