Page 30 of Danger Close (Mourningkill #3)

An Emergency

Cobra

“What the fuck?” was all I said as Charlotte’s voice came through the speakers of my phone. “What did you just say?”

“We were attacked. I’m taking her to the hospital.”

“Which one? Middlebrook, Mourningkill, or Albany?” Charlotte was talking, and driving, so I assumed she was okay. But Teri? “How bad is she? Where are you?”

“Middlebrook,” she said curtly. “Pulling into Emergency now.”

“Fuck!” I said, my fist slamming the table. The wait staff, and the people around us gave me dirty looks.

“I’m sorry.” I plopped two hundred dollar bills on the table, way more than either of our meals cost. stood up, my fists clenched, ready to head to my car.

“What’s going on?” Beaufort asked, having not heard Charlotte’s side of the conversation.

“Charlotte and Teri were attacked. I don’t know how bad it is, but Charlotte’s taking Teri to the Emergency Room.”

“Alright then,” Beaufort took another sip of his soda before getting up. “Let’s go.”