“If she never wakes up, I'll go to my grave asking why,” Hoyt exhaled, staring across the East River at the Lower Manhattan skyline. “Two innocent women against a g**g of murderers.”
“Do you think she had a connection? With the Nightcrawler?”
“Come on, dude. Are you frickin' kidding me?” Hoyt stared at him.
“Hey, chill out,” Kelly held out his hand. “We're cool. My people have already stood down. I don't know if you realize we've spotted some persons of interest around Bellevue.”
“What?”
“Damn, Hoyt, do you think we were there waiting to grill Sabrina? We got word through the grapevine about Russian nationals with prison records going in and out of the hospital for no apparent reason. We hauled a couple of them in but they wouldn't give us jack. We're grasping at straws here. We think
