She turned to him and smiled. “Good job. You can breathe normally. I’m going to roll you so I can check for an exit wound, and I’ll be placing a pulse ox on your finger.”
With the assistance of the marshal, she rolled the man and checked his back for wounds, then checked his oxygen levels.
More sirens sounded behind her. The ambulance was close.
“Okay, I’m going to check the rest of your vitals now.” She wrapped a blood pressure cuff around his right upper arm.
The paramedics arrived, and she gave them the rundown to transfer care, then grabbed all her stuff while Greer finished transferring care of his patient.
Several more police cars had arrived. A few officers milled about, but most had gathered by a truck. Deputy Marshal Butler was busy talking to the group.
She counted five people in US Marshals vests. Three men and two women. She could see a couple had blood on them. She grabbed a packet of cleanup wipes and a biohazard bag, then took them to the group.
“Excuse me.” All eyes turned to her. “I thought you might want to clean up.”
She opened the pack of wipes, then pulled a couple for the woman and handed them over. She turned to the man whose vest identified him as Roberts and offered him the wipes. He seemed to have the most blood on him.
“Thanks.” He accepted the wipes and started cleaning the blood from his hands. He was roughly half a foot taller than her. His chestnut-brown hair was tapered short with a soft wave on the top, and he sported a neatly trimmed beard.
A thrill of attraction spread through her body. He was definitely easy on the eyes.
Tearing her gaze from him, she offered the wipes to the others standing in the huddle, but they all declined.
She opened the biohazard bag and waited for the marshals to finish cleaning up.
They deposited the used wipes in the bag.
“Thank you,” Roberts said, holding her gaze a moment longer than necessary. Warmth spread through her chest.
Roberts hadn’t been around her GSW, so the blood on his hands must belong to the injured marshal. For someone who had been involved in this shooting and tending to a wounded colleague, he was steady and calm. A chill raced down her spine. This was a man you didn’t want to mess with.
She swallowed. “You’re welcome.” She sealed the bag and returned to the engine.
“Ready?” Murph said from the driver’s seat.
“Good to go.” She patted his seat.
Murph pulled the engine out and headed back to the station.
Sam looked at the watch on her left wrist. Fourteen hundred. Isabella would be out of school and back at the house in two hours. Good thing today was her first twelve-hour shift of the week. She’d be home tonight, and they could talk about the incident at school.
Once she got the truth out of Isabella, things could get back on track.
No way would Sam allow this to be the beginning of everything going downhill.
Liam stepped into his new office and dropped into his chair, one that was much nicer than he was used to. It was going to takea few days to get used to having his own office, but maybe this whole move wouldn’t be so bad.
His gaze settled on a basket wrapped in cellophane with a dark-blue ribbon tied at the top that had been sitting on his desk when he arrived. He hadn’t had a chance to see what it was. Now was as good a time as any.
A knock sounded on the wood frame behind him. Not even a moment to collect himself from the crazy first day so far.
“Roberts.” Supervisor Howard stepped in.
Liam spun his office chair and stood. “Yes, sir.”
“Tough start to the day.” He gestured to the empty seat next to Liam’s desk. “May I?”
Liam nodded and returned to his seat.
