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

stared, unable to speak.

“Ma’am, look at me. Are you the nurse who treated the John Doe at St. Jude’s?”

She nodded, teeth chattering. “Yes. That’s me.”

The soldier tapped his headset. “Command, we have the asset. We have the angel.”

He extended his hand. “You need to come with us.”

“What? Why?” Rachel backed against the guardrail. “I was fired. I didn’t continue reading …