Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Bridget Russell yanked off her ID badge and slammed her locker shut. Her twelve-hour shift was over, and it had been one crazy night. Like, seriously…
People were buried alive.
How often did that shit happen? Uh, never. And she’d been there for it. She’d been called to the scene—the first ambulance to arrive—and when she’d arrived and seen a crew digging up the earth, she’d been so sure that there would only be dead bodies beneath the dirt.
“Bye, Bridget!” A shout from Jada at the main desk. Jada barely glanced up from her computer screen. Bridget knew she was already focused on the next shift’s schedule.
They always worked twelve-hour shifts on the ambulance rotations, and Bridget was damn tired but also way wired.
The man came out first. They hauled him out and the dirt poured off his body, and it was wild.
Bridget’s jaw had dropped when she’d seen him.
It had seriously been like seeing a ghost crawl from a grave.
Talk about some Night of the Living Dead bullshit.
Only he hadn’t been a zombie. He’d been a human, buried alive.
The rich guy who pretty much owned everything within a two-hundred-mile radius. Yeah, she’d recognized him.
She hurried toward her little red Honda. Her fingers pushed the button to unlock the car.
The woman—I think I might have yelled when I saw her. Both of them—alive? That had been crazy. She could not wait to tell her friends this story. So what if she was technically not supposed to talk about the calls she made while on duty? This was too big not to share.
Her partner Adam had taken the whole scene in stride, barely even seemed to break a sweat, but she’d been shaking all over with excitement. They’d just been on a rescue where two people were buried alive. How cool was that?
Normally, they handled calls about people falling. Seizures. Car accidents. Nobody got buried alive cases. This was gonna be the stuff of legend around the break room.
She opened her car door.
Something stung her on the neck. “Dammit!” Her hand flew up. That had sure as hell better not have been a bee because she was allergic and…
Bridget’s legs buckled beneath her. She fell forward, and the side of her head hit the edge of her open car door.