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Virat saw the dark SUV pull in. He studied it, ignoring the sounds of the ER behind him. The elevator had dinged, and he’d seen Rafe and Allen out of the corner of his eye. They were coming toward him.
Izzie was buzzing around nearby, snapping at Cage Ralstone and Orin Henedy for some mistake they’d made that had irritated the fierier of the ER nurses.
It was all so normal.
Yet something didn’t feel right.
Virat pushed a bit closer to the window and shifted, trying to keep the two women in view.
“Patel, what are you doing? Drawing fingerprint art on the clean windows?” Rafe asked, irritation clear. “I’m sure we have paper and crayons somewhere.”
Virat had learned a while ago to ignore most of the other man’s surliness. It was just a part of Rafe’s DNA.
Virat held up a hand. “In a minute, Rafe.”
He saw it all before it happened. He yelled as the truck turned down the parking lot, even though they had no hope of hearing him.
And then he ran.