The ride took only fifteen minutes, but Jacob was ready to scream by the time they arrived. Marcus pulled up to the Emergency Room doors and Jacob jumped out.
Once inside, he followed the arrow on the wall to where a young blonde woman sat behind a rounded counter.
“Luka Smith?” he inquired.
Her hazel eyes blinked from behind oversized glasses, giving her an owl-like appearance.
“Shooting victim? His thigh?”
She blinked again before gazing at the computer in front of her. She typed with only her index fingers and scrutinized the screen.
God, was the woman moving in slow motion?
“Ah, I see,” she said, sliding her glasses down her nose and peering up at him. “And you are?”
“Jacob Baumgardner.”
“I’ll need to get his permission to allow you in. He’s also speaking with the police, so y
