later, the heavy mahogany door was pulled open. A wave of expensive

shirt that clearly belonged to a man. The collar was unbuttoned, expos

she saw Casey. Then, a slow, arro

of the shirt wider. "Casey? What are you doing her

r the marks on Halie's neck. She looked straight pas

here right now," Casey said.

r lips and adopted a fake, sympathetic tone. "He is asleep, Casey. He is exha

walked into view. He was wearing his dark suit trousers. He was a

s jaw instantly clenched. A flash of panic crossed hi

and put his hand on her shoulder,

houted. His voice echoed down the quiet street. "Yo

s shoulder. She felt absolutely nothing. I

st, delivering the information like a machine. "He is

y went completely rigid. He stared at Casey, his eyes sea

t. "I saw him last week. His doctors said his heart was perfectly fine.

m. "Casey, that is really sick. You shouldn't

d pulled out her phone. She opened the text message Genevieve

een them. She shoved the phone directly into B

"Look at the red stamp. Then get in your car and

. He saw the official Mount Sinai logo. He saw the red 'CRI

white. His hands started to shake violently. The phone rattled agai

urned and violently pushed past Halie.

ied out, reachi

teps and ran toward the Maybach. He slammed his fist against the

urned around and glared at Casey,

Bartholome

on was going to survive. She walked down the steps. She walked right past Hal

umped in after her and slammed the heavy door shut. Halie w

The heavy car tore away from the curb, t

rigidly in his seat. He pressed his elbows into his knees and

oulder hard against the cold glass of the window. She kept as much physical distanc