CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Ilse tensed as Agent Sawyer maneuvered the borrowed sedan along the second floor of the hospital parking lot. Her stomach twisted in knots. The horrors of last night still flashed across her mind's eye. She didn't remember everything from her past. That particular, cruel memory hadn't been one she'd recalled. Her hand hovered near her lips, feeling the smooth skin. Just a nightmare? Ilse shivered, feeling restless. Partly from the dreams, but partly a strange sense of premonition. Everything about this case stretched her capacity. Treating a patient was one thing, but dealing with victims, another thing entirely.
Sawyer pulled to a complete stop, put the car in park and stepped out into the hospital parking lot. Ilse followed a bit more hesitantly, and, as the doors sla
