Ethan at St. Jude's Hospital.
Ethan drove directly to St. Jude's Hospital, the name Liam had provided echoing in his mind. The building, a monolithic structure of sterile white and gleaming glass, seemed to pulsate with a quiet, efficient energy.
He was familiar with the hospital and he knew its layout and its routines. He parked discreetly, his gaze sweeping over the building, assessing its security measures, calculating angles and blind spots. His intention was clear: he wasn't here for a casual visit; he was scouting.
He entered the hospital, his demeanor casual yet observant, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings. He moved through the sterile hallways, a silent predator in a landscape of white coats and hushed whispers.
He approached the reception desk, his request simple
