CHAPTER ELEVEN
Dakota watched the figures emerge, pushing the stretcher with their latest victim. She could feel her stomach twist, could feel her emotions threatening to rebel against the horrible visual image. She hated this part of the job. Hated this part of life.
The seeming inevitability of death. And of her helplessness in the face of it.
She turned sharply, swallowing briefly and facing Garesh.
“Sir,” she said, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible. She could feel where Agent Clement was watching her from the side. “Did you notice anyone lingering in your parking lot? Did anyone come in earlier that caught your attention?”
The manager gave a quick shake of his head. "Nothing," he said.
Dakota shifted in frustration, moving from one foot to the other. Normally, she le
