Mason and I are staying out of sight behind the ambulance. We do not want to attract too much attention to us. People should not be looking for us when we do our disappearing acts.
“I found him,” Keith links us. “He’s in ambulance three.”
“Great work,” Mason links and takes my hand. “Keith, take my car and follow us.”
“I’m really going to hate this,” I moan softly as we approach the third ambulance. Taking care of scum like Larry is one thing, but these people are only doing their job. And an honourable one at that. I truly wish they were not caught in the middle. The EMT gets in the back with Larry and the driver makes his way to the front door.
“Hurry,” I urge Mason as I press my injured shoulder to my chest and start running down the road. Mason is on my heels. We duck behind a tree
