“Jenny was on duty today,” she explained to Diesel. “If Kaiser’s using her phone . . .”

Diesel pressed his lips together. “Okay, this is what’s going to happen. Greg, you’re going to get into Parrish’s van and stay down. Dani . . .” He trailed off and just shook his head. “You’re going to do what you’re going to do.”

Damn straight, she thought. “Just wait,” she told him, then took Greg’s arm and ran with him to the FBI van. “Parrish, we need you. Greg, get in the van. Stay with Agent . . . I don’t know your name.”

“Agent Rocha, ma’am,” the other man said as he slid over the middle console and into the driver’s seat.

“Thank you. Greg, stick to Agent Rocha like glue. And stay down.” Without waiting for agreement, she ran back to Diesel.

If Cade Kaiser had her nurse’s phone, it meant Jenny was hurt. “Where’s Adam?” she asked Parrish.

“I don’t know,” Parrish said from behind her and Dani was grateful that she’d remembered to wear her processor. She wouldn’t have been able to hear him otherwise.

“Can you try Meredith? She might know where he is.”

“I did,” he replied. “Neither of them is answering.”

“What about your backup?”

“On the way,” Parrish said, then blew out a breath. “Shit. What the fuck’s he doing?”

Dani’s heart skittered as she realized that Diesel was no longer hiding between the parked cars.

He’d just entered the clinic.

She burst in behind him. And skidded to a stop, staring at all the blood on the floor. “Oh my God. Miles.” The other clinic doctor was on the floor, unmoving.

Diesel was checking for a pulse. “It’s so faint, I can barely feel it.”

Dani started toward them, but Parrish Colby grabbed her arm. “Wait. Let me clear the area,” he said.

So Dani waited impatiently while he searched, clearing each room. She heard him call out from one of the exam rooms and rushed in after him. “Jenny!”

Her nurse was down, a wide swath of blood behind her, like she’d dragged herself across the floor. Dani grabbed a pair of gloves from the box on the counter and dropped to her knees to take her pulse.

“She’s alive,” Dani said, relieved.

“I called for an ambulance already,” Parrish said. “The interior is clear. I’m going to check outside and direct our backup.”

“Thanks,” Dani murmured, already focused on Jenny. The nurse wore only a bra, which had once been white but was now crimson except for a few inches of the straps. She’d been shot in the upper abdomen. Her arm was outstretched, reaching for her scrubs top, which lay on the floor.