hood and jogged toward the curve. Her b
t diagonally across both lanes. Hazard lights bl
uster of people crowded around the asphalt
elegant silk dress that pooled around her legs. Her face was the color of ash. Her lips were
it knelt beside her. Tiffany Dra
men in black suits standing around them. "I'll
de. Sweat poured down his face. A leather medical bag sat
nto the woman's neck, watching the faint, erratic flutter o
attack. The muscle spasms in the woman's neck and that specif
g. The needle was long and thick. He drew a cle
rectly at the center of the woman's chest, pr
enaline hit a heart already weakened
side of each man's knee with a sharp, precise blow. The bodyguards
and clamped around the doctor's wrist
ground together. He cried out in pain. The n
is head up. His fac
oing?" he yelle
cluster at his wrist. His fingers went numb and po
ight caught the shar
e dead in three seconds," Dakota said. Her
t. She pointed a shaking fin
. "Look at you. You look like a homeless
is injured wrist and
nt," he shouted. "If she dies,
eir jackets. The metallic click of telescopic batons extendin
avy. The men gl
e, wet choking sound came from her throat. The portable h
e tossed the syringe onto the asphalt and l
here who can keep her
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