THIRD PERSON:
Within seconds, two huge guards charge into the room, their boots thudding against the hardwood.
“Get her up! Carefully!” Boyle commands, gesturing wildly.
The guards hoist Tamara’s body between them. Yara plays her part perfectly, acting like the diligent medical practitioner while doing absolutely nothing of substance. As they hurry toward the stairs, Yara pulls her phone from her pocket and pretends to dial Trevor.
“Hello, Dr. Trevor,” she begins in a small, panicked tone as the group races downstairs. “Tamara has collapsed. We are heading back to the hospital now!”
Her performance keeps Boyle in the loop; he suspects nothing. They continue pushing forward until they get outside the house, where the men gently lay Tamara in the back of an SUV. Yara walks to the passen
