Chapter 9 - THE SURGERY ROOM CRISIS
Inside Trauma Room Three, the heart monitor emitted a steady, agonizingly slow beep.
"Blood pressure is dropping again! We're losing her!" Surgeon Dr. Hayes shouted over the hiss of oxygen equipment.
Vanessa lay pale and motionless under the harsh surgical lights, her life slipping away by the second.
"Prep emergency transfusion! We need two units of O-negative immediately!" Sarah yelled, working frantically with the defibrillator pads.
Outside in the hallway, Detective Miller hurried past the nurses' station toward the elevator bank.
He pulled out his radio, calling dispatch to verify the corporate ownership of the dark grey SUV used in the hit-and-run.
"Dispatch, this is Detective Miller. Run plates on Indiana registration 49-Xray-Delta-9," Miller ordered briskly into the radio.
"Running plates now, Detective... Stand by," the dispatcher's voice crackled through the static.
A moment later, the dispatcher came back on the line with a shocking revelation.
"Detective, those plates belong to a subsidiary holding company owned by Vance Global Enterprises."
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Miller stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of the hallway, his blood running cold.
"Vance Global... David Vance's primary corporate umbrella," Miller muttered to himself, turning sharply around toward the trauma ward.
