ete as Adelia whipped the heavy vehicle into a hidden

inic's discreet medical transport vans to by

shift into park and

oots hit the con

the back of her throat. Bl

her instantly took over, her eyes darting thro

He pointed a small, steady finger toward a ma

smear of blood dragged across the gray

pulled out a heavy-duty tactical flashlight. She kept

ked the

f his own blood. His custom-tailored suit was shredded. Deep, jagge

side of his neck. His skin was clammy, his pulse a rapid, thr

he deep vibration of his voice sent a bi

assess his pupils,

Dark tobacco.

e knew that smell. Six years ago. A dark h

om

knees next to the blood soaked man. She gasped, her little ha

, get back in the car. These are gunshot wounds. If w

phone, ready to d

the dying

d around Adelia's wrist like a steel vice. The sh

pain. "No... ER," he ground out, his jaw tight, muscles bul

, but his strength was terrifying

break his grip, a sc

Dark tobacco.

The smell violently violently ripped open a locked door in her br

anding behind her, adjusting his glasses. "He's hit th

She grabbed the man's bloody

then down at the man whose scent was making her

in

d shoved it brutally into the wound on his thigh, applying crushing p

crete floor. Her muscles screamed. Her surgical gloves were slick with his blood

in sweat and blood. She peeled off the gloves, threw them

he steering wheel violently. The SU

s small voice piped up:

ine, baby.

hildren in the back, and now a gunshot victim with unknown enemies. But if I had left him th

s unconscious, his breathing shallow. She had

m to my OR, stabilize him

ed the ga

toward her heavily fortified priv