CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
William watched the flash of red and blue lights from the windows in the back of the ambulance. He kept asking about Addison, but no one was answering with anything definite. Everything was happening so fast. Teams of law enforcement had descended on the property, and medical personnel were shouting questions at him left and right, but the only thing he could think of was her. When he’d fired the shots and Hammons went down, Addison lost it. He didn’t think she’d been hit, not until the screams started, and then she blacked out, and there was all the blood, so much blood that he couldn’t tell where it was coming from. He’d been trying to help her as best he could—considering his injuries—trying to get her to respond when the cops had come storming in, weapons drawn.
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