He smiled.
The sound of gunfire echoed through the door.
Nate instinctively withdrew his firearm.
“Stay here,” he said to Spence.
As Nate tried to pull away from Cassie, she clung tighter to his hand. Her face had drained of color.
“You’re okay, Cassie, but I need to get out there and make sure everyone else is, too.”
With a reluctant nod, she let him go, and he rushed to investigate.
“Be careful,” she said.
He nodded, slid the door open and peered into the main area. It looked empty, as if staff had suddenly abandoned the urgent care. He left Cassie’s examining room and shut the door.
Taking a few steps toward a computer station, he hesitated. Whimpering echoed from below. He knelt and peeked beneath a desk. Two staff members, young women in their twenties, were huddled together, fear coloring their eyes.
“Where did the shot come from?” he whispered.
One of the women pointed toward the reception area.
Just then the reception door flew open. Aiden and a middle-aged woman stepped into the examining area with their hands raised. Someone was obviously behind them. Nate took cover beside the desk to better assess what he was dealing with. If he exposed himself now he could lose his weapon in exchange for sparing someone’s life. Without a weapon he had no control of the situation.
“She needs help now!” a male voice demanded. “Where’s the doctor?”
“I—I don’t know,” the woman beside Aiden said.
“How can you not know?”
“Hey, can’t we talk about this?” Aiden argued.
“Get down, facedown on the ground, and put your hands behind your head!”
Aiden must have hesitated, because another shot rang out and the two women beneath the desk shrieked.
“Okay, okay.” Aiden dropped to the floor and made eye contact with Nate.
The assailant placed his boot on Aiden’s back. “Now stay there. And you, get in a room!”
The front-end receptionist who’d entered with Aiden did as ordered.
If the guy would just move a few inches to the right Nate could get him from behind, the goal being to disarm him without the gun going off again.
“Where’s the doctor? The nurses? I heard them scream.”
The women under the desk eyed Nate. He shook his head, warning them off, not wanting to put more innocents in the line of fire.
The shooter turned. Nate saw the man’s reflection in an examining room window: the shooter was holding on to a young, barely conscious woman.
“Nurses, get out here!”
Nate got ready to take his shot.
A door slid open. “I’m Dr. Spencer.”
Nate froze. Spence was sacrificing his own safety to protect his patients and staff.
“What happened here?” Spence said calmly, as if the man wasn’t threatening him with a gun.
“She’s hurt, she’s hurt and needs help and they said I had to wait for a doctor, but we can’t wait!”
“I understand. Where is she hurt?”
As Spence engaged the shooter, Nate debated firing his weapon with so many innocents around. The last thing he wanted was to get into a heated exchange of gunfire.
He holstered his gun. The minute the perp’s gun was no longer aimed at Spence, or anyone else for that matter, Nate would make his move. He’d take the guy down, hopefully before he could get a shot off.
“She’s bleeding, can’t you see that?” the guy said.
“I can’t tell from this vantage point. How about we get her into a room?”
There were only three rooms: the receptionist was in one, an emergency patient in another, and Cassie in the third.
And hers was the closest.
“How did this happen?” Spence asked.
“Stop asking so many questions!” To drive home his point, the shooter pointed his weapon at the ceiling to fire off another shot.
Nate charged the guy from behind, the force making him release the injured woman. Distressed about letting her go, the guy lost his focus. Nate slammed the shooter’s fist against the wall and the gun sprang free, dropping to the floor. Nate swung the guy to the ground, pinned him with a knee to his back and zip-tied his wrists.
“You’ve gotta help her,” the man groaned.
Nate glanced at Aiden. “Help Dr. Spencer get the female victim into a room.”
Aiden got up off the floor and assisted Spence.
“Ladies hiding beneath the desk?” Nate said.
Their heads popped out.
“Call 911. I need backup.”
“I already did,” Cassie said from the doorway of her examining room.
On cue, the wail of sirens echoed from the parking lot.
“You okay?” Nate asked Cassie.
“Yep.”
Aiden approached Nate. “Doc says she’ll need to be transported to the hospital. It’s a gunshot wound.”
“It was an accident,” the perp said.
“You’re under arrest for reckless conduct and aggravated assault,” Nate said.
Red rushed into the examining area, gun drawn.
“Don’t need the weapon.” Nate stood, pulling the perp to his feet. “Take this guy to lockup.”
“Yes, sir.” Red led him away.
“Good job, Chief,” Aiden said.
“Thanks.” He glanced at Cassie. “Ready to go home?”
“Beyond ready.”
“I’ll take her to Mom’s,” Aiden offered.
“I don’t think she wants to stay at the farm,” Nate countered.
“It’s okay. I’ll go,” Cassie said.
Nate guessed that after what just happened, she was upset and could use the support of family.
“But...” Cassie hesitated. “Can you drive me, Chief?”
“Come on, Cassie,” Aiden said. “Nate has more important stuff to do.”
“It’s fine,” Nate said. “I’ll take her.”
* * *
When she’d asked him to drive her to Mom’s farm, she hadn’t expected the chief to hang around as long as he did. He’d been here over an hour.
Mom, who lived alone since Dad’s passing more than ten years ago, kept hammering him with questions about the dead woman, but he explained he couldn’t discuss an ongoing investigation. She’d even bribed him with food, but he declined, opting for coffee instead.
He had a long night ahead of him. Not only had Cassie found a dead body, but then she wouldn’t go back into the hospital, and ended up in the urgent care, where a man went nutty and shot up the place.
Her mom politely asked another question and Cassie jumped