Through the haze, three men in medical uniforms moved against the flow of traffic.
They were not helping anyone.
They were searching.
One looked directly at me.
“There.”
Wyatt shoved a medication cart into their path.
Beckett fired one warning shot, and the corridor erupted into panic.
Melanie grabbed my hand.
For the first time since childhood, we ran together.
We reached the emergency stairwell, descended three floors, and burst into an underground parking garage.
A black SUV waited near the exit.
The driver lowered the window.
Walter Pike sat behind the wheel.
“Get in!”
Beckett aimed his gun.
“How did you leave your room?”
Walter smiled faintly.
“I have been escaping hospitals longer than you’ve been a detective.”
We climbed inside.
As the SUV sped through the gate, an explosion shook the building behind us.
Melanie stared at Walter.
“Where are you taking us?”
“To the only person Virex cannot intimidate.”
