CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CLOVIS PULLED EMMA inside the truck, noting that her leg wound had reopened and was bleeding profusely again. Her face was gray and her breathing fast. Her skin was cool and clammy but a sheen of perspiration covered her face and neck. Having a doctor for a brother, Clovis had some idea what was happening to her.
He had to do something before her shocky state worsened.
Clovis lifted his head and looked around. A green highway sign ahead told him they were only a couple of miles from civilization. He moved quickly, strapping Emma into the seat and locking her door in case she fell sideways.
Then he climbed back behind the wheel and started the van, gunning it just as a bullet pinged off the side. He glanced in the rear-view mirror as he sped off, seeing that at least o
