ay light spilled through the floor-t

Her clothes were stiff from drying overnight.

tepad and the heavy fountain pen. She wrote quickly, listing drug dosa

t that was still folded on the bed. She left the blanket. S

ast by the architecture, her senses on high alert. She recalled the path they had taken last night, instinctively avoiding the angles where

r suite. His head was pounding. He threw on a

urned the handle and

The room was empty. It was l

e notepad under the blanket. He read the precise, aggressiv

e entered, holding a secure tablet. "

en. A photo appeared. A girl in a faded T-shirt,

een. High school dropout. Current empl

ord glared up at him. "Diagnosed: Severe PTSD. Commit

t. The father who dumped her. It painte

ands that had sewn a beating heart back together. He th

ental patient doesn't do ope

he cameras. The real Surgeon was stranded at

sky was clear blue. A slow, preda

ent to a lot of trouble to make her look like garbage." He turned around, his eye

ones confirm her instructions are sound. If they are, follow them to the letter. And..

d for a moment. "

the helicopter ready. We're going b