Sarah, still clad in her police uniform, pulled out her phone and made a quick call. Her voice was sharp, authoritative, the kind that demanded obedience. "I need two officers stationed at Room 307, St. Mary's Hospital. Now. Diaz is still a target, and I want eyes on him at all times." She paused, listening to the response on the other end, before nodding. "Good. Make sure they're armed."
She hung up and turned to me, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. "Mr. Jack," she said, her voice smooth but firm, "it's best if you come with us. In order to be safe." She stepped closer, her tone dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
"We don't know who wants to target Diaz. And if that person can't find Diaz's mother…" She let the implication hang in the air, her lips curling into a faint, knowing smirk. "Then it might shift its target to someone else. Being Diaz's friend… you're also in danger."
