Ava’s POV
“Morgan, she's going toward Diego.”
“I see her.”
His hand closed around my arm before I could reach the door.
“Stay behind me.”
“That's Tootsie in there.”
“And she knows what she's doing.”
Through the glass, I watched the woman approach Diego's bed.
Dark hair pulled into a bun.
Blue surgical scrubs.
A clipboard tucked beneath her arm.
Nothing about her looked threatening.
That was what frightened me.
Tootsie stepped between the woman and Diego.
I couldn't hear what they were saying.
Then Tootsie pointed toward the doorway.
The woman smiled.
Morgan pressed his radio.
“Recovery room. Female in blue scrubs. Unknown identity. Secure the exits.”
Two security men appeared at the opposite end of the hallway.
The woman noticed.
Her smile disappeared.
She reached ben
