CROSS
Jordan and Zellman were right on my heels when we hit the hospital.
I didn’t stop at the front desk. Moose was in the waiting room, and seeing us, he stood and pointed down a hallway. Turning the corner, Channing was at the end. He was standing by a desk, looking around him. Spotting us, he straightened, and a second later, a girl looked down our hallway.
I was guessing that was Hawk, based on Bren’s descriptions of ‘serious badass braids.’ The girl had a side braid going down both sides of her skull and falling close to her waist.
Jordan saw her and slowed down. “Whoa.”
I passed her, my chin lifting toward Bren’s brother. “Room?”
He knew. A nod to the right and a “146” was my response.
I headed that way, going into the ER section. He sent me to the main room, but from there,
