WILL LEANED AGAINST his design table, needing its support as Stone reported in. A report redundant to what he’d seen on the SWAT team’s body cams.
Stone’s people had found nothing. They’d searched every floor. All they discovered was that the abandoned hospital was just that. Abandoned.
On the screen, Stone stood on the lawn behind the hospital. Past him, his men talked in groups. Early morning sunshine lit the scene, bright and cheery as if mocking Will’s mood.
“Nobody’s been inside for a couple of years,” Stone said. “Dust everywhere. No signs of disturbance. Sorry, Will. Looks like a bogus lead.”
Will rubbed his face. He didn’t understand. The hospital’s interior matched what Fader had shown him in Dream. Matched perfectly. This was the place. And yet it wasn’t.
Had Marell and Morr
