I stared at it, my pulse tightening until it hurt.
Marcus was still standing in front of me, eyes sharp, face tense.
He opened his mouth…but stopped. His eyes flicked to something behind me. His face changed instantly, tightening with alarm.
“Jane. Go.”
“What? What are you…”
“Go.” His voice dropped to a harsh whisper. “And don’t tell anyone where you’re going.”
Before I could ask another question, Marcus turned and walked away like a man who had already said too much.
I stood in the middle of the hospital corridor, my father fighting for his life upstairs, Daniel in police custody, the board trying to destroy me, and now a message telling me to meet someone in ten minutes.
Alone.
I wanted to scream.
Instead, I shoved the phone back into my purse and ran.
The location sent to me
