CHAPTER FORTY SIX
Two ambulances and a slew of police arrived at the same time.
Avery was able to walk slowly if she regulated her breath. She and Ramirez wordlessly remained by Finley’s side; his situation seemed bleak. At one point, Avery feared he was no longer breathing. When the EMT workers appeared, they shared dreadful looks.
Thompson stood over the shooter. Medics nursed his wounds and kept the suspect alive while multiple officers from the A15 looked on.
“We need divers,” Avery instructed. “He dropped a large bag in the water, right under that area of the bridge. It might be a body.”
“I’ll get on that,” one of the officers confirmed.
“We’ll escort you to the hospital,” another offered.
Avery shook her head.
“I’d rather you ride along in the ambulance with our guy.” Avery m
