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When they parked near the ER entrance, Shea stashed her Glock in the glove box. Wendy helped her limp into the emergency waiting room. The heady smell of antiseptic hung in the air.
The same woman with the pale lavender bouffant hair sat behind the check-in desk. Her brow crinkled when she looked up at Shea. “Weren’t you here yesterday?”
“Yeah. Tore up my leg in a motorcycle accident a little bit ago.” Shea gave the woman her personal information.
“Have a seat. Someone will be with you shortly.”
Jessica arrived twenty minutes later, right as a nurse named Bruce, sporting Harry Potter glasses, showed up with a wheelchair. Shea gave Jess a quick hug, taking a moment to enjoy the scent of her perfume. “Glad you came.”
Shea sat in the wheelchair and Bruce wheeled her into one of the E
