The Gray Man

Just as Gentry had promised over the phone the evening before, the prey had become the predator.

“Three units of O positive, two bags of dextrose, morphine, Vicodin, transfusion equipment, antiseptics, and a suture kit.” “And?” “And the medicine you asked about.” “Well done.” “Yes,” she said with a little smile. “That was fun.”

Court was at once both idealistic and pragmatic.