I Was Fired and Walking Home—Then Two Helicopters Landed Looking for Me

Alcott with an expression that would have terrified anyone paying attention, but Alcott was too consumed by his own rage to notice. The man’s hand moved subtly under the sheet, tapping a rhythm against his thigh as if counting, calculating.

“Get out,” Alcott hissed.

Rachel grabbed her purse and coat. She walked out of the trauma bay with her head high,continue reading …