How they thought they could just hold up an emergency room I would never know. Even without the knowledge that Officer David Wu was here somewhere and the SWAT team was on its way, these guys were making a stupid move. They were going to end up behind bars or dead.
"Search the exam rooms," one of them said. "I'll look back here."
A moment later, legs appeared in front of me.
I was a little shocked and a whole lot confused when they didn't head back to where the drugs were kept. That was what I had expected them to do. Instead, the guy started searching through drawers and cabinets. Maybe they weren't looking for drugs. But if they weren't, then what were they looking for?
"It's not here, Tommy."
"Keep looking," the guy searching the drawers and cabinets snapped. "It has to be here somewhere. This is where they brought Dwayne."
That must be Tommy.
Dwayne. Dwayne. Where had I heard that name before? I racked my brain trying to figure out where I'd heard it. True, it was a pretty common name, but I'd heard it recently. I just couldn't quite place it.
Fear clogged my throat when Tommy's legs appeared in my line of vision again. I held my breath, praying he wouldn't move the chair or look under the counter.
Where the hell was that damn SWAT team?
"It's not here, Tommy. Maybe they took it up with him."
"No, they take all his clothes and everything when the ambulance brought him in so they could work on him. It has to be here."
"What if the police already took it?"
"If the police already had it, don't you think they'd be looking for us by now? There'd be APBs out all over the city."
Well, that wasn't good.
My eyes widened when the chair in front of me was suddenly pulled away and I found myself facing a scruffy-looking man with brown hair.
"Well, hello."
Fear wrapped around my spine when a gun was pointed at me.
"Who are you?"
"Skip." I wasn't sure if it was a smart idea to mention I was a doctor. "Skip Jones."
"Well, Skip Jones, why don't you climb out of there?"
It didn't sound like a question.
I forgot I was wearing my white doctor's coat until I climbed out and the guy with the gun whistled. "Well, well, well. Dr. Jones, I presume?"
I grimaced. "Yes."
The man grinned, showing off a wonderful set of yellow teeth, except for the one that had a gold cap on it. "It's extremely fortuitous running into you, Doctor. Maybe you can help us with a little dilemma me and my boy are having."
"If I can." I glanced to where the other guy stood, a silly grin on his face. "I won't get you any drugs. I don't have the key."
"Oh, we're not after drugs."
I frowned as I glanced back at the man I assumed was Tommy. "Then what are you after?"
"A friend of ours was brought into the emergency room earlier tonight with a gunshot wound. He—"
"I've been on duty since three o'clock. There's been no gunshot wounds."
