Ezra
By the time the crowd thins and the cameras pivot to interviews, I've already slipped through the service corridor and raided the clinic supply drawer for a small kit with saline, gauze, steri-strips, a packet of antibacterial and two flexible wraps. I tuck everything into a plain black pouch so it doesn't look like I robbed the med bay.
'Find her and fix it. Then say what you didn't say out there,' Damon says, steady and close.
I move faster.
Daniel texted a minute ago, Library side door. She needed quiet. I take the back stairs, cross the dim hall that always smells faintly like old paper and lemon polish, and push into the staff kitchen beside the stacks. Fluorescents hum and the big kettle is already on. Allison sits at the small table, elbow up, sleeve rolled, a tid
