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He didn’t fire. He didn’t want to risk hitting Alana. Plus, if the guy was unarmed, then he needed to try to apprehend him first. He might be able to get some answers from him about what was going on.
Jack heard the man was shuffling around. Just in case he was trying to grab Alana from the car, Jack went closer, keeping his own steps light so he could hear what was happening. The shuffling continued, and by the time Jack reached the Ford, the guy wasn’t anywhere in sight.
Jack fired his gaze all around the parking lot. Other than the vehicles, there weren’t any places to hide. No trees or shrubs. Just a half dozen light poles. While he was looking, he tried to see if he could spot Reyes. He’d told his deputy to head to the parking lot, and Jack knew that Reyes wouldn’t let him down.
While he watched for a possible ambush, Jack reached in the car and put her fingers to Alana’s neck. She had a pulse. That was the good news. But she wasn’t moving, and her color wasn’t good. There was a dab of blood of her left arm that looked to be the site of an injection. The guy had drugged her with God knows what, and she might need medical attention.
“Don’t make this hard on yourself,” Jack called outto the man. He needed to get this guy under control so he could see to Alana.
Jack eased away from the car and repositioned himself so he could do a visual search. He couldn’t go far from the Ford. He couldn’t risk the would-be kidnapper doubling back, getting into the car and driving away.
“What’s going on?” he heard Reyes yell. Judging from the sound of his voice, the deputy was behind him.
Jack was about to give Reyes a brief description of the perp, but the next sound he heard had him cursing.
It was the sound of a car engine.
Jack turned, reaiming his weapon. It was already too late to respond. At the far end of the parking lot, a dark green car pulled out. The driver slammed on the accelerator, causing the tires to squeal over the concrete surface.
The car sped away.
“Follow him,” Jack called out to Reyes, who was already sprinting across the parking lot to get the cruiser he’d left out front. “And call for backup.”
That would mean bringing in Kirby Ward, the night deputy, but Jack didn’t have a choice. He didn’t want Reyes to do this on his own, and he couldn’t leave Alana.
While keeping watch, Jack grabbed his cell phone and pressed in the numbers for the hospital dispatch. “I need a doctor in the parking lot now! ”
He moved closer to Alana and touched her face, hoping it would wake her. Alana stirred, trying to open her eyes, but the attempt wasn’t successful.
Alana mumbled something he couldn’t understand,but Jack hoped she could tell him the identity of the man who’d just sped away. If they knew that, then he could figure out who was responsible for this. Someone wanted her away from the hospital, fast, and to accomplish that they’d been willing to risk a kidnapping in broad daylight.
That gave him two bits of critical information.
The person behind this was desperate. And he or she wanted Alana alive. Because if the kidnapper had been able to drug her, he could just as easily have made it a lethal dose. She could be dead by now. But instead, he’d risked taking her through the hospital to a car.
Desperate all right.
And usually when desperation was that huge, it meant this had to do with love or money. Since her brother, Sean, was now at the top of his list of suspects, it could be both.
Sean could have paid the man to take Alana. Why, was the next question. Jack swore he’d find the answer to that soon.
Dr. Bartolo came out of the hospital. He didn’t look like a man with fire under his feet, so Jack yelled, “Alana’s unconscious. I’m pretty sure somebody drugged her and then tried to kidnap her. She needs help.”
That got the doc moving a little faster, but Jack didn’t like the lack of urgency. Mercy. What was wrong with the man? Just
Jack heard the man was shuffling around. Just in case he was trying to grab Alana from the car, Jack went closer, keeping his own steps light so he could hear what was happening. The shuffling continued, and by the time Jack reached the Ford, the guy wasn’t anywhere in sight.
Jack fired his gaze all around the parking lot. Other than the vehicles, there weren’t any places to hide. No trees or shrubs. Just a half dozen light poles. While he was looking, he tried to see if he could spot Reyes. He’d told his deputy to head to the parking lot, and Jack knew that Reyes wouldn’t let him down.
While he watched for a possible ambush, Jack reached in the car and put her fingers to Alana’s neck. She had a pulse. That was the good news. But she wasn’t moving, and her color wasn’t good. There was a dab of blood of her left arm that looked to be the site of an injection. The guy had drugged her with God knows what, and she might need medical attention.
“Don’t make this hard on yourself,” Jack called outto the man. He needed to get this guy under control so he could see to Alana.
Jack eased away from the car and repositioned himself so he could do a visual search. He couldn’t go far from the Ford. He couldn’t risk the would-be kidnapper doubling back, getting into the car and driving away.
“What’s going on?” he heard Reyes yell. Judging from the sound of his voice, the deputy was behind him.
Jack was about to give Reyes a brief description of the perp, but the next sound he heard had him cursing.
It was the sound of a car engine.
Jack turned, reaiming his weapon. It was already too late to respond. At the far end of the parking lot, a dark green car pulled out. The driver slammed on the accelerator, causing the tires to squeal over the concrete surface.
The car sped away.
“Follow him,” Jack called out to Reyes, who was already sprinting across the parking lot to get the cruiser he’d left out front. “And call for backup.”
That would mean bringing in Kirby Ward, the night deputy, but Jack didn’t have a choice. He didn’t want Reyes to do this on his own, and he couldn’t leave Alana.
While keeping watch, Jack grabbed his cell phone and pressed in the numbers for the hospital dispatch. “I need a doctor in the parking lot now! ”
He moved closer to Alana and touched her face, hoping it would wake her. Alana stirred, trying to open her eyes, but the attempt wasn’t successful.
Alana mumbled something he couldn’t understand,but Jack hoped she could tell him the identity of the man who’d just sped away. If they knew that, then he could figure out who was responsible for this. Someone wanted her away from the hospital, fast, and to accomplish that they’d been willing to risk a kidnapping in broad daylight.
That gave him two bits of critical information.
The person behind this was desperate. And he or she wanted Alana alive. Because if the kidnapper had been able to drug her, he could just as easily have made it a lethal dose. She could be dead by now. But instead, he’d risked taking her through the hospital to a car.
Desperate all right.
And usually when desperation was that huge, it meant this had to do with love or money. Since her brother, Sean, was now at the top of his list of suspects, it could be both.
Sean could have paid the man to take Alana. Why, was the next question. Jack swore he’d find the answer to that soon.
Dr. Bartolo came out of the hospital. He didn’t look like a man with fire under his feet, so Jack yelled, “Alana’s unconscious. I’m pretty sure somebody drugged her and then tried to kidnap her. She needs help.”
That got the doc moving a little faster, but Jack didn’t like the lack of urgency. Mercy. What was wrong with the man? Just
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