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Ezra Institute. Jerusalem, Israel. 8.32am
The Ezra Institute was in chaos.
Somehow one of the patients had escaped and they were still searching for him. The alarm had gone off before dawn and the bell still rang at intervals, jolting everyone anew. A team had been sent out with the police to try to find him, so the Institute was short-staffed.
But something else had triggered a reaction in the patients and Dinah Mizrahi had been called in to sort it out. As Deputy Director of the facility, she was frequently left to deal with emergencies while her boss spent his time dealing with fundraising. At least that’s what he called it, Dinah thought as she hurried down the tiled corridor. There was a problem in the women’s ward. She could hear the wailing all the way to the reception area. A
