Bale was striding up the ambulance bay and seemed to know where to find them. He crossed the street to head in their direction.
Dover got out of the front passenger seat first, going to intercept the doctor. Noon twisted to make eye contact with Maze.
Harlow tried to get out, but Maze grabbed onto her. “No,” he said. “Let Dover talk to him.”
Looking out the window, she watched Dover meet Bale. The men stood face to face, talking near the mouth of the alley. The waiting drove her crazy. What could be taking so long? She couldn’t see a damn inch of either of their faces. Dover had his back to them, blocking everything out.
“No,” she said, shoving away from Maze to clamber over the backseat. “I have to know.”
Neither of them could get to her fast enough to stop her from getting out. As s
