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flippant attitude.
    But when her eyes met his, if anything, Kincannon appeared to be somewhat amused. Or, at the very least, in agreement.
    “My sentiments exactly,” he told her.
    The din just beyond the double doors in the hallway suddenly increased, swelling to three times its original decibel level.
    Hopefully, there was only one reason for that. “Maybe they found him,” Greer guessed, looking at Kincannon. With that, she decided to see for herself. Moving quickly, Greer hurried out the double doors to find out. She’d intended to report back.
    She should have known better. Apparently Kincannon didn’t like to remain stationary.
    “Maybe,” she heard him agree, then add, “You stay here.” Since she was all but out the door, he had to be addressing the order to Wells. “I want to have a few more words with you when I get back.”
    Greer stopped dead the second she was out the doors.
    There were two paramedics in the hallway. Two paramedics pushing a gurney.
    A feeling of déjà vu slid over her. That and a great deal of uneasy confusion.
    She wasn’t the only one experiencing it.
    Even before Greer reached the paramedics, she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something was terribly off.
    The lead paramedic looked only slightly friendlier than a rattlesnake.
    “Look, we got the call and got here as fast as we could. MacArthur Boulevard’s a parking lot,” he bit off, his words directed at the chief. “Now, is there a patient or isn’t there? We’re short-handed and we don’t have any time for some damn game.”
    Instead of answering the man, Brian put in a call to dispatch.
    “Yeah, Hallie, it’s Chief Cavanaugh. How many ambulances did you send out?” He listened to the answer. “Okay, describe the paramedics.” He frowned. “What do you mean you can’t keep track?”
    “Chief,” Greer interrupted, pushing her way through the crowd. “Let me send her a picture so she can identify them,” she suggested.
    Brian paused. He looked at his cell phone uncertainly, then lifted his eyes to Greer’s. “Does this—?”
    She nodded, knowing what he was going to ask, sparing him the embarrassment of having to put it into words. “Yes, it does,” she assured him. Taking his phone, she snapped a shot of the two disgruntled-looking paramedics. Done, she quickly forwarded it to the woman on the other end of the line, then handed the cell phone back to the chief.
    Confirmation was almost immediate.
    “You didn’t send another team?” Brian knew the answer before he even asked the question. His mouth was grim as he muttered, “Thanks.”
    Flipping the phone closed, Brian regarded the officers gathered around him. The paramedics were all but forgotten. “Right under our noses,” he declared, his voice low and steely.
    He made Greer think of a volcano that was trying not to erupt.

    Chapter 3
    C onfused, Blake looked from the chief of detectives to the animated narcotics detective at his side. It was now a foregone conclusion that the first set of paramedics who’d whisked Timothy Kelly away had been bogus. However, the rest of it didn’t make sense to him.
    “But why would they kidnap the bailiff? If they were in on the escape, wouldn’t they have found a way to make off with Munro?” he asked.
    Who said they didn’t? Greer thought as she shook her head. “They didn’t kidnap the bailiff, the bailiff was part of it.”
    Blake refused to believe it. He could remember Tim’s first day on the job. So obviously wet behind the ears, the young bailiff had been so eager to please, so eager to do a good job, it had almost been painful to watch. “But they almost killed him,” he protested.
    Brian was clearly struggling to keep his temper under control. “ Almost being the operative word,” the chief pointed out.
    “No, you’re wrong,” Kincannon insisted. “I know the man. He’s shown me photographs of his wife, of his baby daughter. A man like that doesn’t suddenly get up