The imaging center Dr. Reyes found on short notice near the arena was quiet at ten p.m., mostly empty except for a night technician who processed Rae's scan with brisk, unbothered efficiency, entirely unaware of the specific weight the results carried for the young woman lying tense and silent inside the machine.
Beckett waited outside the exam room, unable to be present for the scan itself but unwilling to be anywhere else in the building, pacing the small waiting area with the same restless energy she'd watched him bring to every crisis this season.
"You should sit down," Dr. Reyes said gently, emerging from the imaging room while the results processed. "This is going to take a few minutes."
"I can't sit down." Beckett's voice was tight with fear he was no longer bothering to hide. "N
