The receptionist was aghast to hear the stockman’s voice and even more confused when he demanded Logan and the cops. And an ambulance. “It’s bad,” his last sentence was accompanied by a gulp of terror as Flick cast a glance at Hana. “I don’t know what to do. Get help. Quick. She’s bleeding and it’s not stopping!”
“He was going to kill me and the baby,” Hana wailed. “He helped me give birth and then he was going to kill him.” She started to sit up and Flick helped her reluctantly.
“Stay still, stay where you are,” he insisted and she shook her head.
“No, it’s done. It’s lessening now. I think it’s all out. I hope it’s all out.” She heaved herself up and let out a gasp of pain as she tried to sit on her bottom. Hana grabbed at Flick’s hand unexpectedly. “The cord, Bobby. He cut the cord,
