Sam paced angrily as Izzy’s wounded agent was lifted onto a gurney by two orderlies and a nurse.The hospital security officer beside Sam shook his head, looking baffled. “Shots were heard, and a nurse saw a man heading down the hall in a wheelchair, but she didn’t pay much attention at the time.” He gestured at the bleeding man on the gurney. “We can’t find any information about him. He’s not wearing a patient ID.”Izzy’s man opened his eyes, searching the room until he saw Sam, who bent beside him, touching his shoulder.“Take it easy,” Sam said, even as fury boiled through him. At least Annie was safe. A nurse was helping her dress right now, and Sam was dead set on having her out of the hospital immediately. But he wanted some questions answered first, by God. “What happened in here?” he asked the man on the gurney.“One man. White—uniform.” He swallowed as if his throat hurt. “Hit me with the cart. Too slow.” He turned his head, his eyes anxious. “Your wife— Is she—”“Annie’s fine.
