"Can I maybe see her?"
"You mean the agent?"
"Yes. Can I?"
"I think that could be arranged Ms. Monjiuah, I don't see a problem with it."
The officer left her side for a moment.
Angela followed one of the agents "I'm Mark Lucious" into the ICU. She peeked behind the curtain at the woman lying unconscious. A nurse left Kay's side and Angela walked to the bedside. She looked into the pale face, surrounded by deep auburn locks of hair. The male agent stood back, not wanting to see what was in front of him. Angela glanced at the line of black and blue blotches that littered the woman's arms and face. The words from the news report echoed through her head as she looked at the rhythmic life support machines pressing air into the woman's lungs. Angela barley stopped tears from over flowing to her cheeks. She couldn't stay any longer, and she could almost hear the agent behind her struggling to keep himself stronger than he was at the moment.
Seth looked at the sketch in his hands. The face was familiar, but the last time he'd seen it, the man had a gun in his hands.