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Ray was breathing heavily. He zoomed out of the parking lot, hoping no one had gotten a good look at the borrowed truck in the thickening rain. It was overcast. Hard to see. And unless someone had been watching from the windows—which was highly unlikely as they were a bit too far away for that—and it was just a generic-looking blue Ford truck. There were at least a dozen of them in the parking lot at any one time.
He turned into the nearest pay-to-park structure and pulled the hood of his raincoat over his head. He’d shave when he got home tonight, just to be on the safe side.
He shoved the cash he had in his pockets into the parking meter and grabbed the ticket.
And then he ran, right back to the hospital parking lot.
Where a crowd was gathering around Dr. Netore.
Ray ran closer to Tony. “What the hell happened? I just clocked back in and saw everyone running over here.”
“Some bastard almost hit them!” Tony yelled. “Help me keep the crowd back until the TSP gets here!”
Ray did just that, feeling both sick and triumphant at what he had caused.
His Fin would be fine. She had been on her feet, even if that bastard Patel had rushed to her rescue. He felt mildly sorry for Dr. Netore, but she’d be ok, too. Holden-Deane was leaning over her now. They’d fix her. He shouldn’t have done it, but it wasn’t like he’d killed her or anything.
No real harm done. None at all.