nded, her voice trembling with a suppressed pan

room. She stood at the foot of the ma

ertainty was a physical

hands, which had just flawlessly navigated an aorta, were shaking. She leaned ove

n

ed. Next, she grabbed a fresh syringe. She found a vein in hi

encrypted phone, she fired off a high-priority message to Susan, her most tru

s she turned to leave the bedside, a ha

ia g

a piercing, icy gray-blue, like a

raw, gravelly rasp, heavy with the oppressive authority of a man use

ic in her throat. She forced her face

ly, trying to yank her arm away. "Your

n the state-of-the-art monitors, the proprietary IV pump

aorta," he said, his gaze snapping back to her face, pinning her in plac

k her fear. She wrenched her arm free. "

s ruined suit jacket resting on the bedside table. He pulled ou

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rogantly. "That buys me this bed fo

stom embossed logo in the corner

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was Hilliard Hays. The most ruthless, blood

money and get out, her secondary wor

ched it

Mount Sinai. He sounded terrified. "It's your grandmother.

vision

here with his lawyers. He's demanding we pull the plug

delia's chest. The heat of it burned a

nter. She spun around, glaring at Hil

led. "If you rip your stitch

automatic doors hissed shut behind

his abdomen was blinding, but his mind was razor-sharp.

atch. "Track my GPS coordinates. Find o