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run, but the lingering pain and his tense muscles prevented him from doing so.
He’d almost made it to the door, when he heard a gunshot behind him. In less than a second, Vaughn’s men were on his back. Carter was too weak to fight back. Wounded and beaten, he soon blacked out once more.
**
Williams and Cowley had some difficulty to find Vaughn despite López’s description. After a lot of research and questions to people here and there, they were eventually able to put a name on her face. But that was only the beginning. Finding her was yet another problem.
Kathleen Vaughn seemed to be a sort of ghost. She was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. She appeared and disappeared at will. Williams grew progressively annoyed of having to face an empty flat because Vaughn had just fled, or an angry landlord because she’d actually never been there.
However, two tiresome days later, Williams, Cowley, and their numerous colleagues surrounded Vaughn’s place. The police officers were getting ready to enter the building. They had every possible exit covered and wouldn’t let Vaughn escape. Williams wanted everyone to be exactly in place before launching the attack. Any mistake would provide Vaughn with an opportunity to run away.
Suddenly, a gun was fired inside of the building. Williams didn’t wait any longer.
“Go, go, go,” he shouted.
Police uniforms invaded the place like ants on sugary water. Men were arrested in the corridor and hall of the huge garage. Others were found in two rooms at the end of the floor. But no sign of Vaughn. Williams was starting to lose patience when someone called his name.
“What?”
“Sir, I think you might want to see this.”
Williams sent Cowley to check out the big cage in the hall, and went to find the officer who’d called him. “What’s going on?” he asked when he reached the young man, bending over a wounded body. Williams’ eyes widened with surprise when he recognized Carter.
An ambulance was called while the building was being drained of its criminal inhabitants. Cowley went back to the police office to deal with the men they had arrested, and Williams accompanied Carter to the hospital. He didn’t want to leave him alone and risk losing track of him once again.
In the ambulance, Williams was thinking about Vaughn—or rather Vaughn’s absence—when Carter grasped his arm.
“Josh,” he said under his breath. “Thank you.”
“Just doing my job, Carter,” Williams answered, but he wasn’t sure Carter had heard him. The poor man looked completely smashed. Although unconscious, Carter kept wincing because of the pain.
Williams watched over Carter for the next two days and nights. Two officers were positioned in front of his door, but Williams had been tricked too many times by Carter to leave him alone. The wounds on his left arm were bandaged. The cuts on his lips and the blue marks around his eyes were healing quickly. And the doctors said that the poison had almost completely vanished from his blood. All he needed was rest.
On the third day, Carter woke up to see he was cuffed to his bed. He blinked several times before noticing he was in the hospital. The room was comfortably warm, machines were beeping here and there, the sun was coming through the window. Carter didn’t like hospitals, but he had to admit he hadn’t felt so good in a long time.
“Hey there,” Williams said when he walked in.
Carter cleared his throat. “Hello, officer,” he answered.
“How are you doing?”
“Was I shot?” Carter asked, remembering the last moments before his blackout.
“No, they missed you. How are you feeling?” Williams insisted.
“I don’t know.” Carter coughed. “What do the doctors say?”
“You need rest. As in, you shouldn’t make any physical effort. Thus don’t run,” he added with a smile.
Carter didn’t answer. He wanted to run away of course, but he didn’t feel like doing so any time soon. He did however want to
He’d almost made it to the door, when he heard a gunshot behind him. In less than a second, Vaughn’s men were on his back. Carter was too weak to fight back. Wounded and beaten, he soon blacked out once more.
**
Williams and Cowley had some difficulty to find Vaughn despite López’s description. After a lot of research and questions to people here and there, they were eventually able to put a name on her face. But that was only the beginning. Finding her was yet another problem.
Kathleen Vaughn seemed to be a sort of ghost. She was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. She appeared and disappeared at will. Williams grew progressively annoyed of having to face an empty flat because Vaughn had just fled, or an angry landlord because she’d actually never been there.
However, two tiresome days later, Williams, Cowley, and their numerous colleagues surrounded Vaughn’s place. The police officers were getting ready to enter the building. They had every possible exit covered and wouldn’t let Vaughn escape. Williams wanted everyone to be exactly in place before launching the attack. Any mistake would provide Vaughn with an opportunity to run away.
Suddenly, a gun was fired inside of the building. Williams didn’t wait any longer.
“Go, go, go,” he shouted.
Police uniforms invaded the place like ants on sugary water. Men were arrested in the corridor and hall of the huge garage. Others were found in two rooms at the end of the floor. But no sign of Vaughn. Williams was starting to lose patience when someone called his name.
“What?”
“Sir, I think you might want to see this.”
Williams sent Cowley to check out the big cage in the hall, and went to find the officer who’d called him. “What’s going on?” he asked when he reached the young man, bending over a wounded body. Williams’ eyes widened with surprise when he recognized Carter.
An ambulance was called while the building was being drained of its criminal inhabitants. Cowley went back to the police office to deal with the men they had arrested, and Williams accompanied Carter to the hospital. He didn’t want to leave him alone and risk losing track of him once again.
In the ambulance, Williams was thinking about Vaughn—or rather Vaughn’s absence—when Carter grasped his arm.
“Josh,” he said under his breath. “Thank you.”
“Just doing my job, Carter,” Williams answered, but he wasn’t sure Carter had heard him. The poor man looked completely smashed. Although unconscious, Carter kept wincing because of the pain.
Williams watched over Carter for the next two days and nights. Two officers were positioned in front of his door, but Williams had been tricked too many times by Carter to leave him alone. The wounds on his left arm were bandaged. The cuts on his lips and the blue marks around his eyes were healing quickly. And the doctors said that the poison had almost completely vanished from his blood. All he needed was rest.
On the third day, Carter woke up to see he was cuffed to his bed. He blinked several times before noticing he was in the hospital. The room was comfortably warm, machines were beeping here and there, the sun was coming through the window. Carter didn’t like hospitals, but he had to admit he hadn’t felt so good in a long time.
“Hey there,” Williams said when he walked in.
Carter cleared his throat. “Hello, officer,” he answered.
“How are you doing?”
“Was I shot?” Carter asked, remembering the last moments before his blackout.
“No, they missed you. How are you feeling?” Williams insisted.
“I don’t know.” Carter coughed. “What do the doctors say?”
“You need rest. As in, you shouldn’t make any physical effort. Thus don’t run,” he added with a smile.
Carter didn’t answer. He wanted to run away of course, but he didn’t feel like doing so any time soon. He did however want to
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