A Name To Follow
Ezra rode in the back of the ambulance, his eyes never leaving the dying man on the stretcher.
He had used his status as a police officer to make sure that he would be allowed to stay with the patient, leveraging the burns on his own arms to justify his presence.
The paramedics hadn't asked too many questions, more focused on keeping the man alive than on Ezra's injuries.
He knew he couldn't let the man out of his sight. The killer might come back to tie up loose ends.
With his current inability to raise the dead, the man had to be kept alive at all costs.
The inside of the ambulance was filled with the sounds of medical equipment and hurried voices.
The paramedics worked frantically, assessing the extent of the man's injuries. His heart had begun to falter, the monitors attached to him beeping wildly.
One of the paramedics quickly reached for an injection.