The moon had long since risen in a cloudless sky by the time they arrived at the omega facility. At least the weather had cooperated in getting the child to safety.
Other than tiny moans and wheezing from the little girl’s congested lungs, the entire trip, at Grant’s insistence, had been conducted in silence. No way could he have kept the conversation civil so as to not upset the child. And if she was as weak as she sounded, undisturbed sleep was the best thing for her.
When the guard at the gate approached the vehicle, Grant turned on the interior lights and gestured to the child; her presence opened all doors. Unwilling to deal with Lowther’s reaction to finding out Rafael was involved, Grant pulled around to the service entrance, intending to make a quick stop, drop off the child, and
