I did it, Selina.

Just like you said.

We’re free.”

“What,” Julian gasped, and I heard the terror flood into his voice as his own words betrayed him, played back to him in the dark.

“What is that?” But there was no time for him to react.

Because at that exact moment, the backup generators finally roared to life, and the emergency lights flickered on, flooding the room with stark red illumination, and the heavy doors of the intensive care unit burst open.

Four armed Chicago police officers, who had been stationed just outside my room the entire time, charged in with their weapons raised, and behind them came the State’s Attorney herself.