Chapter 51Sheppard parked the Bureau’s car in the hospital parking lot. His car sat idle in the Bureau’s lot as he still hadn’t found his keys. He entered through the automatic door and found there was a new receptionist at the counter. He approached the desk, holding out his badge as the man in his sixties looked up. “I’m...”
“Special Agent Mitchell Sheppard.”
Sheppard stopped dead in his tracks. “Do I know you?”
The older man stood up. He looked at Sheppard as if he knew him but was neither happy nor unhappy to see him. “Isabella Ramos.”
Sheppard felt his stomach drop. The name was one he wished to not hear again until a court hearing. “How did you know Isabella?”
The man walked around the counter and approached Sheppard. Upon closer inspection, Sheppard saw that the man’s face wasn
