The Girl Who Wouldn't Stay Dead. Cassie Miles

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       Chapter Three

       She was gone.

      The hospital machines that monitored her condition were dead silent. Connor stared at her vacant bed. Rumpled sheets were the only sign that Emily had been there. Panic grabbed him by the throat. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. The thud of his heartbeat echoed in his ears. His fingers, white-knuckle, gripped the edge of the door.

      He’d promised to never leave her. She needed his protection, had asked for his help and he had failed her. She was gone, lost.

      “Son of a bitch,” Wellborn muttered.

      “Hush, now.” Relentlessly cheerful, Darlene bounced up beside the two men and said, “This is a good thing—a blessing. Emily’s family has come for her.”

      “The Riggs family,” Connor said darkly.

      “Such lovely people! Did you know our Dr. Thorson is dating Patricia Riggs? He signed Emily out.”

      “Where did they take her?” Connor was aware of at least three different residences, not including the one she had inherited from Jamison. “Which house?”

      “I can look up the address for you.” She bustled down the hall toward the main desk, talking as she went. “They hired a private nurse to take care of her at home. So thoughtful! I know Emily’s in a coma, but I think she’s aware of all these people who are concerned.”

      “The deputy that was watching her, where is he?”

      “It was the craziest thing,” Darlene said. “Deputy Sandoval tried to stop them.”

      “Why didn’t he?”

      “He called his boss, and the sheriff had already talked to Patricia. She told him it was okay, and the sheriff ordered Sandoval to stand down.”

      Connor had only been out of the room for a few moments. “How did they get this done so fast?”

      “When Patricia speaks, we shake a leg.”

      “Ambulance,” Connor said. “Are they taking Emily in an ambulance?”

      “Well, of course.”

      He’d been with Emily when the paramedics had brought her in; he knew where the ambulances parked and loaded. If the Riggs family got her moved and settled in their home, it would be harder to pry her from their clutches. He had to act now.

      He turned to Wellborn. “I’ve got to stop them.”

      “How are you going to do that?”

      “Come with me and see.”

      “You bet I’m coming. I wouldn’t miss this circus for the world.”

      Racing against an invisible clock, Connor flew down the corridor. Ignoring the slow-moving elevators, he dived into the stairwell, rushed down four floors and exited on the first. Wellborn followed close behind. Having him along would be useful. An ambulance driver might ignore Connor but wouldn’t refuse a direct order from a fed.

      At six thirty in the morning, the hallways were relatively calm. Though this was a small hospital, the floor plan was a tangled maze of clinics, waiting areas, pharmacies, shops and offices. During the four hours Emily was in surgery, Connor had explored, pacing from one end of the hospital to the other. He now knew where he was going as he dodged through an obstacle course of doctors and nurses and carts and gurneys. In the emergency area, he burst through the double doors. Outside, he spotted two ambulances.

      Dr. Thorson stood at the rear of one ambulance. As soon as he saw Connor, he slammed the door and signaled the driver.

      No way would Connor allow that vehicle to pull away. He vaulted across the parking lot, crashed into the driver’s-side door and yanked it open.

      The guy behind the steering wheel gaped. “What’s going on?”

      “Turn off the engine and get out.”

      “Those aren’t my orders.”

      Connor had a lot of respect for paramedics and the mountain-rescue team that had climbed down the steep cliff and carried Emily to safety. Their procedures had been impressive, efficient and heroic. Not to mention that these guys were in great physical condition.

      “Sorry,” Connor said, “but you’ve got to turn off the engine.”

      “Listen here, buddy, I advise you to step back.”

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