Chapter 26
A woman in a long sleeve shirt, a black hijab, and tan, cargo slacks stood there with a large backpack slung over one shoulder and what looked like a small cooler in her hand.
“Yeah?” Kurt prompted.
“Mike Rousseau and Aidan Sterling sent me,” she said.
He hesitated, trying to logic his way through any way she could have known those two names if she wasn’t trustworthy. And he felt himself begin to fall.
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Jesus, the guy looked even worse than Maggie was prepared for. She couldn’t stop his fall, but she could kick the door shut and hurriedly kneel down to check his pulse. His complexion was gray, and his skin damp and clammy. Under her fingers, his pulse was weak and fast.
Kurt Halstead was in deep shock and heading toward death.