CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
“Agent Steele? Did you hear what I said?”
Reid snapped out of his thoughts and glanced over at the young agent sitting at his bedside. She was one of Cartwright’s, one of the agents he had sent by helicopter to assist with Davos. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. Davos had likely been her first major op.
She had also told him her name twice and he still hadn’t retained it. Not from lack of regard. He just had a lot weighing on him.
“Um, sorry. I was… distracted. Can you repeat that?”
“I said that Agent Johansson is improving,” the agent replied. “She received a blood transfusion and her vitals are steady.”
“Great. When can I see her?”
“Soon,” the agent promised. “She’s not yet awake.”
Reid nodded his thanks. In the wake of the explosion at the World
