After a messy and painful divorce from her ex-husband, Madeline decided to shift her focus entirely to her career. Her passion for medicine and her patients became her primary motivation-until she crossed paths with a blue-eyed detective who disrupt...
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Jay heard someone calling his name, his senses still clouded by the disorienting fog of his dream. He looked around, but all he saw was dust, the faint outline of his team lying motionless on the floor. The ringing in his ears drowned out any sounds, and his heart raced. He tried to call out, but no words came.
Suddenly, something grabbed his shoulder, yanking him from his dream. Jay jolted up from the couch, instinctively ready to fight, adrenaline surging through him.
"Hey, it's all right. Whoa, whoa!" Adam's voice broke through the haze, his arm outstretched to stop him. "You okay?"
Jay ran a shaky hand down his face, trying to ground himself in the reality of the moment. "Yeah, man. I just came in to take a nap," he mumbled, still dazed.
"A nap? It's 7:30 in the morning, man," Adam said, clearly confused, his eyebrows furrowing.
Jay's eyes widened as he glanced at his watch, the numbers confirming what Adam had said. It was indeed 7:30 a.m. The fog in his mind began to clear, but his heart still raced from the remnants of the nightmare.
"What are you doing here so early?" Jay asked, shaking his head in disbelief.
"I had to do some paperwork," Adam replied, his gaze lingering on Jay, still unsure of what had just happened.
Jay nodded, feeling a bit more grounded, though still unsettled. He grabbed his jacket, trying to shake off the lingering unease. "Are you sure you're all right?" Adam asked, concern in his voice.
"Yeah, man. It was just... a bad dream," Jay mumbled, nodding, as if the words could erase the tension still gnawing at him. But as he walked out of the break room, the weight of his nightmare still lingered,
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Jay sipped his coffee as he sat in his truck, his eyes scanning the scene outside the coffee shop. People walked in and out, smiling, chatting with their partners, unaware of the danger that was unfolding just moments away. The radio crackled to life, pulling his attention back to the task at hand.
"Units in 21 and units city-wide, we have multiple calls of a man with a gun. Randolph Park. Male, black, 5'11'', wearing a hoodie and blue jeans."
Jay set his coffee in the cup holder and quickly started the truck, his focus shifting to the call. "5021 George, hold me down on that. Advise responding; plainclothes officer will be on the scene," he said into the radio, his voice steady. He hit the gas, heading toward Randolph Park.
"Copy that."
Jay arrived at the scene, pulling up just as people scrambled out of the building, fear evident on their faces. He quickly approached a nearby officer, who was scanning the area. "Hey! You got shots fired?" Jay asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked for the shooter.
"No shots fired, no eyes on him yet," the officer replied, looking back at Jay.
"All right, get a perimeter set up. Tell 'em to keep the cars coming," Jay instructed, his hand hovering over his weapon. He walked toward the steps, keeping his gun drawn. "5021 George, I've got people running out of 1014 Randolph Park Ave. Send me some help now!"
