Chapter 46 Racing Death

• DEREK
• Pain was nothing new to me. Two years undercover had taught me to push through bullet wounds, broken ribs, and worse. But climbing out of that ambulance with a gunshot wound in my chest, held together by nothing but kevlar and sheer stubbornness, might have been the stupidest thing I'd ever done.
• "Agent Morrison, you need medical attention!" the paramedic shouted as I stumbled toward the police motorcade forming up behind the ambulances.