“I’ll be here,” I promised, shuffling to the door.

The facade dropped the instant the automatic doors closed behind me. I dialed Helena.

“He took the bait,” I said, my voice hard and clear. “Three o’clock. Room 412.”

“Excellent,” she replied, a briefcase snapping shut on the line. “I have the finalized Medical Trust documents. I’m bringing security, and I’m bringing Paige. See you at 2:55.”

Chapter 6 — The Trap

I walked into Room 412 at precisely three. Colton was upright, the dying-man illusion forgotten.

Marcus stood at the foot of the bed, arranging thick stacks of documents on the overbed table.