Out at the Institute, Steve and the Flagstaff agents had made it to Sub-Level Three.
“Would you look at that,” he said, holding up a hospital gown with gloved fingers. “Nathan was right.” It was carefully placed into an evidence bag.
He also noticed and bagged an empty vial for testing, was just noting it in his log when his phone rang. It was the Phoenix police department.
He listened, then responded, “I’ll be there shortly.”
Hanging up with them he called Nathan.
“Meet me down at the police station.”
Within half an hour they had convened at police headquarters and were able to review the traffic camera search results. Paula’s car was on tape, passing through several lights, leaving town, headed in the direction of the Institute the night the hospital exploded. Then Steve shared wha
