While he’d been working, the woman had died, far more quietly than she had ever lived.
It was probably the only gracious act of her life. But it was damning to Doc. They couldn’t hide her death, and any investigation would show that someone had worked on her. To the Lobby, he would be the one who had murdered her.
Jake was waiting in the tractor. He took one look at Doc’s face and made no inquiries.
They were more than a mile away when Jake pointed back. Small in the distance, but distinct against the sands, a gray Medical Corps tractor was coming. Either they’d had a spy in the village or they’d guessed the rate of her infection very closely. They must have hoped to catch Doc in the act, and they’d barely missed.
It wouldn’t matter. Their pictures and what testimony they could force f
