Chapter 2
Antonia Juarez rubbed the back of her neck and wished she could remove her clogs and rub her feet instead. She was on shift for another hour, and those sixty minutes were far fewer than the hundreds she’d started out with this morning, but still, she wanted home.
Stat.
It had been a shitty night. She was used to the worst, had dealt with many, and would deal with thousands more before she retired, but still. This had been shittier than most.
Halfway through her shift, the victims of a car crash had been rushed in. Two joyriding idiots had smashed into a family sedan. The selfish bastards had survived with minor cuts and bruises, but the family sedan, which had been shepherding a mother, father, and three children, all under six, hadn’t been so lucky.
If the father walked aga
