looked at him.
For the first time in fourteen years, I saw him differently.
Not as my protector.
As a man who always stood close enough to know where I was vulnerable.
“What happened?”
“She entered through the service corridor.”
“How?”
“Stolen badge.”
“What did she do?”
“Yates thinks she tampered with the infusion.”
Dr.
Yates emerged.
“They’re stable for the moment.”
“Was anything injected?”
“We don’t know.”
Prescott stepped closer.
“We need to find Elena.”
I watched him.
Then I said, “Yes.”
He looked relieved.
“Bring her to me alive.”
Prescott left.
Yates waited until the elevator doors closed.
Then he whispered, “She didn’t poison them.”
I looked at him.
“Elena found contamination in the infusion bag.”
“What?”
“She stopped it.”
“Where is she?”
“Genevieve told her about an emergency location years ago.
Elena believed Hale was coming for her.”
“Why didn’t she tell me?”
Yates looked ashamed.
“She
