The highway was completely blocked by police vehicles when they forced me out of the ambulance.
“I never left the assigned route.”
My voice was shaking, but I kept repeating it.
The officer didn’t respond.
Instead, he pointed at the dashboard monitor.
On the screen, the ambulance route was clearly shown.
But it showed a stop that wasn’t in the official schedule.
A long pause appeared in the middle of the trip.
A location I had never entered.
“I didn’t go there,” I said immediately.
The supervisor leaned in.
“Then explain the GPS log.”
Before I could answer, a paramedic appeared behind the ambulance doors.
“He was stable when we left the clinic. He should still be alive inside.”
The officer turned toward the rear doors.
“Open it.”
My heart dropped.
“That’s not necessary. He’s inside. He’s sedated.”
But no sound came from the back.
No movement.
The officer slowly pulled the door handle.
The system inside the ambulance beeped.
A backup recording started automatically.
“What is that?” the officer asked.
The technician connected the audio feed.
Static filled the air for a few seconds.
Then a voice came through.
Low.
Weak.
“I told you not to stop…”
Everyone froze.
The paramedic stepped back.
“That’s the patient’s voice…”
The recording continued.
“I wasn’t supposed to go there…”
My eyes widened.
“That’s not possible… he was unconscious the entire time.”
The supervisor zoomed in on the GPS log again.
The stop location expanded.
It was a small private access road.
Not part of any hospital route.
The officer turned to me.
“Why did you stop there?”
“I didn’t stop there.”
The system refreshed again.
But now the log showed something different.
A second route appeared underneath the original one.
As if the ambulance had been following two different paths at the same time.
And neither of them matched what I remembered.
