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Shea dashed toward the main part of the hospital, making random turns at hallway intersections to throw off her pursuers. In the quiet, early morning hours, the pounding of her boots echoed down the empty corridors. Gotta get these things off!
She ducked into a single-stall restroom, frantically kicked off her boots, and tucked them under her arms. A peek out the door revealed no one in sight, but distant voices suggested someone was coming. Leaving the vent fan and light on, she engaged the lock, shut the door from the outside, and took off in her stocking feet, hoping they’d think she was holed up inside.
The corridor emptied into the elevator bay, where all three elevators sat open for the night. Shea reached into one and slapped the sixth- and seventh-floor buttons, then ducked o
