Twenty-eight minutes later, the operation began.
Five identical black SUVs rolled out of the underground parking garage beneath Blackwood Memorial Hospital like silent shadows slipping into the night. Their engines hummed low and controlled. Their windows were dark with heavy tint, revealing nothing of the passengers inside.
Each vehicle moved with careful purpose.
Each one followed a different route.
Three were decoys.
One carried medical equipment.
And one carried the real cargo, Margaret Blackwood, seated in the back beside Dr. Sarah while two heavily armed security operatives guarded her on either side.
Three blocks away, Ethan Blackwood watched everything from inside a mobile command vehicle.
The interior of the van glowed with the cold light of multiple monitors. Traffic came
