Jeremy’s POV
Frowning, I continued talking to the police, heading outside, Reed’s phone ringing then too. The cold snaps sharply against our faces. He pulls it from his pocket without breaking stride, already listening. Looking on into the distance to catch sight of the owner of the feminine perfume, I finish the call with the police, my voice steady as I cancel the ambulance and tell them we’re transporting Mr. Wang ourselves.
Matthew Wang needs immediate medical attention, not an ambulance that would arrive in an hour. My client’s breathing is shallow but steady, his pulse fragile and stubborn. Alive. That’s all that matters right now. I shut the door myself, one hand lingering a moment longer than necessary, a silent promise I intend to keep.
Reed ends his call, looks at me, then at
