He was calculating, in real time, how to get the situation back under his control.

Cordell had met men who did bad things in the heat of a moment and been able, sometimes, to feel for them.

He felt nothing like that here.

Here was something colder and more deliberate, and the perfect resetting mask was its signature.

Chapter 9 — The Paramedics

The ambulance turned into the lot then, lights turning but no siren, and Cordell let the two paramedics in through the secured side door, quickly, and locked it again behind them.