Ten minutes later, they passed the sliding glass doors leading into the emergency room, which was practically deserted. That struck Mara as odd, considering the events of the evening. She had imagined dozens of injured people stacked up in the hallways, victims of traffic accidents, hysteria and confusion. One little girl was sitting on the edge of a gurney, holding her arm, which was covered by a makeshift bandage. A spot of blood had seeped through, but it didn’t look life threatening, and she was more focused on the television screen mounted near the ceiling in the waiting area across the hall than her injury.
Bohannon paused next to the girl and looked down at her arm. Mara made a point of stepping between them and said, “We don’t have time for a tent meeting, Reverend. Don’t touch th
