Vance Global will fall.

I can’t let that happen.

I won’t.”

I did not scream.

I did not panic.

I had, in fact, been preparing for this moment without fully knowing it, because the same smartwatch that had recorded his confession three days ago was still on my wrist, and it was, at that moment, synced to the hospital’s network.

And so, with the last of the strength in my healing body, I lifted my left wrist, and I pressed the side button.

And a harsh, automated voice rang out from the little speaker, amplified across the dark and silent room, impossibly loud: “Broadcasting audio stream to Chicago Police Department Emergency Dispatch.