Hide My Light: A Romantic Suspense Thriller Novel (Hide Me Series Book 3) Read Online Free
Author: Lisa Ladew
looking just as impressed as she was.
He stopped the ambulance and the two of them jumped out, Katerina grabbing the aid bag and West carrying the heart defibrillator. The man who had waved them through the gate climbed slowly out of his car and waited for them to get to him. His uniform had no name tag on it. He looked like private security to Katerina. “This way,” he said, his voice deep and thick, and with a slight accent. He walked placidly to the front door.
Katerina could tell West wanted to move faster. He overtook the man, trying to speed up his pace.
“Isn’t CPR in progress?” West asked.
“Yeah,” the guy said dully.
“Then shouldn’t we be moving faster?”
“Yeah,” the guy said in that same dull manner, walking slightly faster. He opened the front door and beckoned them into a large front room where sounds of people laughing drifted in from an unknown room towards the back of the house. The man turned left and led them down a long hallway.
“Who are you?” West asked him.
“Security.”
West shook his head at the one-word answers. “What happened?”
The man didn’t answer for a second, as if he was collecting his thoughts, then he spit out a short speech. “Mister Ronan was sick. He went to the bathroom. He was in the bathroom for thirty minutes. We went to check on him. He wasn’t there anymore. We found him in a bedroom, collapsed. We started CPR and called 911.”
West looked at Katerina, eyebrows raised and she shook her head softly. That was a weird speech all right. It sounded almost like he had rehearsed it.
West spoke again. “So, it’s been about forty minutes since-”
The man in front of them cut West off. He yelled down the hallway, “I have the paramedics with me!”
From ahead of them, Katerina heard heavy boots slam on the floor. In five more steps they were at the room and walked inside to find two men, both dressed in the same nondescript uniform, bent over another man laying supine on the floor.
Katerina’s vision zeroed in on her patient. She stepped around him to get to the other side and the two men scrambled to get out of her way.
Katerina pressed a gloved finger to the unconscious man’s neck, while bending over his head. Her eyes noted his tuxedo, then searched for any obvious injuries, though she saw none. “No pulse, no breathing,” she told West. She turned to the three men who were standing near the door, looking nervous. She pointed at one. “You, go outside and wait for the fire department to get here and lead them back to this room.” She pointed to another man. “You, come do chest compressions until they get here,” she said and bent to the aid bag. She pulled out the bag valve mask and pressed it over the man’s mouth and nose, squeezing the bag to get oxygen into his lungs.
She looked up again and saw West starting chest compressions, but behind him the room was empty. “Where did they go?” she said, shaking her head.
West looked over his shoulder and then turned back to what he was doing. “I don’t know, but they weren’t doing CPR when we got here.”
Katerina looked at him, thinking he was probably right. West stopped chest compressions to give her time to breathe for the man, then he ripped the guy's dress shirt open and pulled out the scissors, slicing the undershirt underneath into two pieces, and swiftly putting leads for the heart monitor onto the man’s chest.
They heard the sound of heavy boots in the hallway. West looked up as the firefighters filed in. “Hey Marco, Jeb, come help us with CPR.”
The firefighters knelt down and took over even as they greeted West. “West, good to see you man,”
“You too,” West murmured as he moved aside.
West put the leads for the heart monitor on the unconscious man’s chest and Katerina prepared the endotracheal tube. She motioned to the firefighter to move aside, then, lifting the man’s tongue and jaw with a special tool, inserted the tube into his trachea in
He stopped the ambulance and the two of them jumped out, Katerina grabbing the aid bag and West carrying the heart defibrillator. The man who had waved them through the gate climbed slowly out of his car and waited for them to get to him. His uniform had no name tag on it. He looked like private security to Katerina. “This way,” he said, his voice deep and thick, and with a slight accent. He walked placidly to the front door.
Katerina could tell West wanted to move faster. He overtook the man, trying to speed up his pace.
“Isn’t CPR in progress?” West asked.
“Yeah,” the guy said dully.
“Then shouldn’t we be moving faster?”
“Yeah,” the guy said in that same dull manner, walking slightly faster. He opened the front door and beckoned them into a large front room where sounds of people laughing drifted in from an unknown room towards the back of the house. The man turned left and led them down a long hallway.
“Who are you?” West asked him.
“Security.”
West shook his head at the one-word answers. “What happened?”
The man didn’t answer for a second, as if he was collecting his thoughts, then he spit out a short speech. “Mister Ronan was sick. He went to the bathroom. He was in the bathroom for thirty minutes. We went to check on him. He wasn’t there anymore. We found him in a bedroom, collapsed. We started CPR and called 911.”
West looked at Katerina, eyebrows raised and she shook her head softly. That was a weird speech all right. It sounded almost like he had rehearsed it.
West spoke again. “So, it’s been about forty minutes since-”
The man in front of them cut West off. He yelled down the hallway, “I have the paramedics with me!”
From ahead of them, Katerina heard heavy boots slam on the floor. In five more steps they were at the room and walked inside to find two men, both dressed in the same nondescript uniform, bent over another man laying supine on the floor.
Katerina’s vision zeroed in on her patient. She stepped around him to get to the other side and the two men scrambled to get out of her way.
Katerina pressed a gloved finger to the unconscious man’s neck, while bending over his head. Her eyes noted his tuxedo, then searched for any obvious injuries, though she saw none. “No pulse, no breathing,” she told West. She turned to the three men who were standing near the door, looking nervous. She pointed at one. “You, go outside and wait for the fire department to get here and lead them back to this room.” She pointed to another man. “You, come do chest compressions until they get here,” she said and bent to the aid bag. She pulled out the bag valve mask and pressed it over the man’s mouth and nose, squeezing the bag to get oxygen into his lungs.
She looked up again and saw West starting chest compressions, but behind him the room was empty. “Where did they go?” she said, shaking her head.
West looked over his shoulder and then turned back to what he was doing. “I don’t know, but they weren’t doing CPR when we got here.”
Katerina looked at him, thinking he was probably right. West stopped chest compressions to give her time to breathe for the man, then he ripped the guy's dress shirt open and pulled out the scissors, slicing the undershirt underneath into two pieces, and swiftly putting leads for the heart monitor onto the man’s chest.
They heard the sound of heavy boots in the hallway. West looked up as the firefighters filed in. “Hey Marco, Jeb, come help us with CPR.”
The firefighters knelt down and took over even as they greeted West. “West, good to see you man,”
“You too,” West murmured as he moved aside.
West put the leads for the heart monitor on the unconscious man’s chest and Katerina prepared the endotracheal tube. She motioned to the firefighter to move aside, then, lifting the man’s tongue and jaw with a special tool, inserted the tube into his trachea in
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