Chapter Twenty-Seven
Mere minutes later, the car screeched to a stop, and Grace scrambled to open the back door for him. Hank worked his way out of the vehicle quickly, never losing his hold on Annie.
“Call Nathan,” he told Grace before he ran through the automatic double doors still carrying Annie bridal-style.
“I need some help over here,” he called out the moment he crossed the threshold into the emergency room’s lobby. “She’s been drugged.”
Two of the triage staff launched quickly into action, but Hank could not help but notice that three others were more nonchalant.
Furious, he stood at his full height and announced in his most authoritative voice that Annie was a federal agent and that if she died he would hold those in attendance personally responsible.
It caused him no small
