A car crash in a freezing blizzard brought a bleeding stranger to her remote clinic. By midnight, she had to choose between the laws of medicine—and the law of survival.
The wind outside the Blackwood Mountain Clinic didn’t just howl; it screamed. Dr. Avery Vance rubbed her tired eyes, staring at the monitors. A historic blizzard had completely cut off the small town from the rest of the world. She expected a quiet night shift with nothing but minor frostbite cases.
She was dead wrong.
At 9:42 PM, the heavy wooden doors of the clinic burst open. A blast of freezing air and snow rushed in, carrying a tall, bleeding man. He collapsed onto the linoleum floor, clutching a deep wound in his side.
Avery rushed to his side. As she cut through his jacket to treat the injury, she realized it wasn’t from a car accident. It was a clean, unmistakable bullet wound.
Brings a Deadly Secret
