Darrell drove like a madman, swerving in and out of lanes as though the laws of the road meant nothing. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles pale with strain, and his jaw remained clenched from the moment they left the council building.
The moment they reached the hospital, Marlowe was immediately wheeled into the emergency room on a stretcher. Her body was limp, and her skin unnaturally pale. The red stain on her blouse had deepened by the minute, and all they could do was watch as the emergency doors swung closed behind her.
