Chapter SevenEvan Carlow was taken to Long Island College Hospital on Hicks Street, where he was given a transfusion after losing nearly two pints of blood. The blade had cut his radial artery and required emergency surgery. Just as he suspected, they put his arm in a sling and Sgt. Andrade was there to put him on medical leave.
“No way,” Evan insisted as Andrade paid him a bedside visit. Andrade was a tall, slender desk jockey with a balding pate and a well-trimmed red beard. “There's no way in hell I'm leaving my partner out there with no backup. I'm going right back out, you tell Lieutenant Shreve that. There's no way in hell they made me. I was dressed in black, wearing a ball cap, and we were in an alley with no lighting. I ditch this brace and I'm just like a thousand other guys out
