"Show me the photo."
My own voice sounds rough when I say it. I hold my phone tighter as the others gather around me on the cracked steps outside Cross House Ward. The picture fills the screen. Mary is in a hospital bed. Pale. Awake. Looking straight into the camera, as if she knows exactly who will see it.
Elias goes still beside me. "That could be old," Julian says at once. "It isn't," Evelyn replies. "That monitor model is new."
Nathaniel takes the phone from my hand, studies the message, then the image, then the sending number. His face stays calm, but I know him well enough now to see when calm is covering speed.
"The number is routed through a hospital switchboard," he says. "Private floor. Saint Martha's."
Victor closes his eyes for one second. "She was moved there after the co
