Robby looked at the hard drive. A small, innocuous piece of plastic and metal that had nearly cost a man his life, and perhaps the city its sanity.
As they worked, Robby noticed something sticking out of the patient's wet jacket pocket. It wasn't a wallet or a phone. It was a small, battered hard drive, wrapped in plastic.
"He's not going anywhere tonight," Robby said firmly, putting his body subtly between the detective and the direction of the ICU. "He needs to be unconscious for the next twelve hours. No interviews. No arrests. Hospital protocol."
"You seen the news?" the detective asked, his voice low.
"Incoming!" a voice shouted from the hallway. "Trauma One, male, late twenties, unresponsive. Found down in the river wash near the strip district."
