Marcus went pale. His voice rose in panic. "Stay right there, Vivian. Don't move. I'm coming!"
He raced out of the room. All I could hear through the phone was the rush of wind.
I smiled. "Bye."
"Don't test my patience, Vivian!"
He tried to sound commanding. All I heard was panic in his voice.
I hung up and tossed the phone into a trash can. Marcus had given me the phone. It had a tracker, and there were restrictions on my calls and internet access. When I'd asked about it before, he'd said I'd made enemies before losing my memory. He couldn't let them find me.
I hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of the Pierce estate, not my own home. I knew Marcus. He would already have men waiting to intercept me on the road to the Hartleys'.
*****
Marcus reached the hospital entrance
