The hospital corridors were filled with fluorescent lights and the steady interruption of pagers, business as usual, except for the tension rising behind Alaric’s door
I had slipped in through the staff entrance at 2:45, the sapphire pendant was clung to my throat.
The burner phone in my pocket kept reminding me of everything that I have been through lately.
Elias thought I was at a client lunch; his tracking app was happily reporting my location at some midtown bistro.
But I wasn’t there. I was here, just because Alaric’s message had come through an hour earlier.
The message was short and unsettling:
Helena’s landing at JFK. Meeting at 3. Stay away.
Of course I didn’t. Curiosity or maybe jealousy got hold of me and wouldn't let go.
I sneaked in and hid in the adjacent supply close
