Abigail
The man in the white coat turned fully toward us, and my blood ran as cold as Antarctica.
"Holy smokes," Annette whispered, stumbling several steps back in shock. "How is he here?"
It was Gavin!
The same Gavin who had murdered Detective Cole. The same man who had tried to kill me. He was supposed to be rotting in prison. How the hell was he here, dressed as a doctor?
His eyes flared with pure rage the second they landed on me. "You," he hissed, his face contorting with anger. "You fucking pain in the ass. This doesn't even concern you, you nosy bitch."
"Get away from him!" I snapped, digging my nails into my palm.
Beads of sweat dotted my forehead. The corridor behind me where Annette stood was eerily empty and silent. If we made some noise, how long did we have before he tried to kill us with the bloody injection?
And weren't the police supposed to be guarding Richard? He was the victim of a crime.
