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front of his building and used his key to let himself in.  He went immediately to the alarm keypad and punched in the code.  As soon as the digital monitor read-out said “disarmed,” he flipped the switch to turn on the office lights.  In a matter of only four minutes, he had grabbed the physical notes he had taken on tomorrow’s patients and was heading for the front door.  He set the alarm again and opened the exterior door. 
    He had no sooner pushed the door open than it was ripped out of his hands and a dark shadow came at him, swinging something at his head.  He turned in time to take the blow to the side of his head rather than his face.  As he fell, he hit the concrete hard.  Struggling to remain conscious, he felt two pairs of hands grab his arms and legs and dragged him back inside.  One of them moved to his alarm and efficiently disarmed it, probably having watched him five minutes ago through the large glass windows of the door.
    Both men went into his office as he struggled to fight back nausea and blackout.  He heard his computer start up and knew they were accessing his files.  He attempted to drag himself toward the front door to get out to his car , but his movements were slow and painful.  He knew that he could press the panic button on his alarm system, but he could not possibly stand to reach the red button.  He had only made it past a couple of rows of ceramic tile when the men came back out of his office. 
    He lifted his head to try to get a glimpse of them, and one of the men kicked him forcefully in the gut.  Will curled into the fetal position, gasping for air while simultaneously trying to not vomit.  He heard the external door close behind them, the magnet latching behind them so that they could not get back in.  Only then, did he drop his head to the cool tile and pass out.
     

C hapter 7
    Jaclyn grabbed her ringing cell phone with impatience.  “I can’t talk now, Taryn.  I’ll call you in the morning.”  She knew that she had no call to be rude to her sister, but frustration--sexual and otherwise--seemed to create a mental manners block.
    “Jac, don’t hang up.  We got a call from the panic alarm at Will Archer’s office.”
    “Tonight?  That can’t be right.”  She mentally calculated if it was possible for Will to have gone to his office after dropping her off.  She’d been home for an hour.  That was plenty of time.  “When did the alarm come in?”
    “Twenty minutes ago.  Security called me after they made sure that the first responders got to him.  Sean was our first guy there.  He saw the lights on during his drive-by and heard the call over the scanner and was in there waiting with Will when the first responders showed up.”
    “What did they do to him?” she asked, bracing herself for the worst.  If Sean had been waiting “with Will,” then he must be alive, she argued with herself.
    “It sounds like they beat him.   Sean said he was in and out of consciousness.”
    “He was taken to the hospital?”
    Taryn could hear the urgency in her sister’s voice.  “Yeah.”
    Jaclyn was wrapping up the call as she raced outside to hop in her car.  She parked in the emergency room parking lot in record time and walked briskly into the lobby.  After their date, it was possible that Will wouldn’t want her there, but she didn’t really care.  She liked him and needed to make sure he was okay.  And once she was sure that he would be fine, she was going to personally drive to MSC and modify his contract and escort his security detail back to his office and his home.
    Knowing that the front desk wouldn’t tell her where to find him, she called Sean’s cell phone and was given the location of Will’s examination room.  When she stepped into the room, he looked up with surprise and reached behind himself to self-consciously pull his gown together in the back.
    “I got the call, Will.  How are you feeling?”
    “I’m okay.”
    “You