THIRTY FIVE
HARVEY'S BATTERED BMW screeched into the hospital entrance - almost hit an old man crossing the road. Bo climbed out, ran to the entrance and stormed in. "Help!"
Two hospital staff followed her out, rushed to the car and reached into the back.
"What happened?" The taller of the two asked.
"He was shot."
Another two men arrived with a stretcher, extended its folded legs and helped to pull Harvey from the car. The four of them lowered him onto the stretcher and wheeled him away. Bo hurried alongside, holding his hand.
"I have to go now, but I'll be back." Harvey didn't reply. She let go, stepped back and watched him being wheeled away. Then, reaching for her phone, she flicked through her contacts and dialled a number with a shaky hand. A voice at the other end of the line answered. "Hello?"
She caught her breath. "Harvey's been shot.”