Beck’s on-call colleague helped explain what would happen, and two familiar pediatric nurses stayed with her in a secure rest suite.

The clock above the reception desk read 1:47 a.m.

I looked down at my emerald suit, still on from the foundation event we had attended that evening, and understood we were approaching the night the story had begun to describe.

PART 19: The Audit of the Hidden Chamber

Vivian had been located at the tower after an alert showed her old access credentials used at a secured storage room.

Security had contained the area and called the police; no one treated her presence as permission to interrogate her without counsel.