Oh, God!
His heart was racing as he pushed through the crowd to get to what they were circling.
Ethan could hear himself screaming‘FBI! MOVE!’as he pushed through the throngs of people.
That’s when he saw the aftermath.
On the ground in front of him, blood had pooled, and there was a person down.
But it wasn’t Gene.
No.
Instead, he was beside the woman, holding his coat against her body, trying to staunch the blood flow.
First, there was relief, and then came the realization that he had to do something. So, he sprang into action.
“BACK UP!”he shouted, as he tried to control the scene. Seeing that Gene was okay got his heart and brain functioning again. “Someone call for an ambulance,” he stated.
Not far off, the media was filming this, and he knew this was about to explode.
Oh, and what little anonymity they had working this case was just shot to shit.
It pissed him off because there was no doubt this was tied to them. Had they not been tracking them, reporting like the vultures they were, the person who did this, likely their killer, wouldn’t have taken shots at them.
Because Ethan didn’t buy for a single second that this was a random act of violence with Gene involved.
It had gone down right outside the copy shop.
Yeah, no.
Dropping down, he needed to get information.
“What happened?” Ethan asked, his heart still racing in his chest. Not only did Gene not have a gun, but he wasn’t wearing a vest, either.
They hadn’t had them in Puerto Rico, and Gene didn’t bring one from home when he’d chased him down.
His partner clued him in, and Gene was damn grateful Ethan was there, safe and sound.
This had been close.
TOO.
CLOSE.
“I was coming out of the shop, and a car went by. I heard the tires, and then it opened fire. She was hit,” he said, his coat soaking up her blood.
The woman on the ground was pale.
In fact, she was gray.
Ethan touched her throat to assess the only gunshot victim, and there was no pulse.
Pulling off his coat, he tossed it behind him, and he tried to save the woman. She was losing a lot of blood, but if her heart stopped, she stopped.
The risk was worth saving her. Hopefully, compressions would keep pressure on the wounds.
“Beginning chest compressions,” he said.
