He let out an irritated growl. “Yeah, some fucker apparently didn’t get the memo to just ignore me.”
Harlow eyed the road. The snow had finally slowed, even if it was still coming down. For a while there it had almost been a white out.
His GPS loudly announced his exit was up ahead. Still ignoring the dumbfuck cop behind him, he got off the highway. Harlow stopped at the first red light, as it was either that or get rammed into by a snowplow. He couldn’t help but smirk when the light turned green right as the officer got out of his car. Harlow flipped him off and hit the gas.
Luck must have been on his side, as even when he was forced to stop at more lights, they changed in time for him to get through before the fucker could get out of his car and approach.
What even was this asshole’s deal? Did he not have a radio to call for backup? They no doubt would have told his ass to leave Harlow the fuck alone.
Pulling out his phone, he dialed the number Tony had given him for the hospital, growling in anger when an automatic voice answered, asking him to push buttons. He quickly typed in the extension he’d gotten.
“You’ve reached the Paranormal Ward at Banesberry Regional Hospital, how can I help you?”
“This is Hunter Harlow Blackmore, I’ll be there in three minutes with my partner. Have your staff ready.”
“E-excuse me?”
He took a deep breath, using all his willpower to not swear. “Guild Director Tony Varley, of the Houndside Hazard Hunters Guild should have called and let you know that we were coming. My partner is in need of immediate medical attention.”
“Oh! Yes, uh, I see the note here. Um, follow the signs to the Paranormal Emergency entrance, and we’ll be waiting for you there.”
“Got it.” He hung up without saying anything more, slipping his phone back into one of his coat pockets.
Harlow turned into the hospital, following the signs until he pulled right into the ambulance lane for the Paranormal Emergency Room and parked. Luckily, it was covered, and blocked out the sun, so he wouldn’t have to bother zipping up Foxx’s face shield.
Harlow turned the car off. Key in hand, he jumped out, rushing to Foxx’s door as the dumb police cruiser came to a screeching stop nearby. He ignored the guy. Opening the door, he unbuckled Foxx, gently pulling him out of his seat and into his arms.
The officer yelled, “FREEZE!”
Harlow turned to him, Foxx in his arms. The guy was by his patrol car, arms out, gun drawn. About six feet tall, the guy had brown hair and blue eyes, and looked to be in his early twenties. “I fucking swear, do you know how to do your job at all?”
The officer’s eyes widened, gaze fixating on Foxx, before confusion twisted his face. “What…”
“I’m a fucking hunter, you dumbass piece of shit! My boss no doubt called yours to tell you fuckers to ignore my vehicle as I made my way to the hospital. Are you new to the job or just stupid?”
The guy’s arms fell a bit, looking very uncertain of himself now.
“Hurts,” Foxx gasped.
“I don’t have time for this!” he growled in irritation. “Call your goddamn boss, and leave me the fuck alone before I fucking shoot you.” He spun and came face to face with a group of medical staff running out of the hospital with a gurney.
They froze and stared, a touch of fear on their faces as they glanced from him to the officer with his gun half raised in Harlow’s direction.
Harlow glared at them. “What the fuck are you doing?! MOVE! My partner is bleeding out from a chest wound. We don’t have time for this moron with a gun.”
At his words, they jumped into action, rushing over to help transfer Foxx to the gurney.
He glanced back at the cop and tossed his keys at him. The guy’s eyes widened as they smacked him in the chest and fell to the ground. “Park my car,” Harlow snapped.
Shaking his head in disgust, he rushed in after the staff, but when he stepped into the hospital, his head swayed and he stumbled before falling hard to his knees. “Fuck!” he cursed.
One of the nurses, who had been with the other medical staff collecting Foxx, sprinted over to him. “Sir, where are you hurt?” The woman was probably about Foxx’s height, wearing purple scrubs, and had short black hair in a pixie cut.
“I’m fine.” He shook his head. “Let me follow Foxx.”
“Foxx?”
“My partner.”
