When it failed, when I survived and slipped into what everyone believed was a coma, they had simply adjusted, and set a new date, and begun preparing to make certain that this time the job was finished.

And Friday was the day the corporate machinery would convert my death into their fortune.

Which meant that between now and Friday, someone would come to make sure I died on schedule.

Chapter 10 — Two O’Clock

“There’s more,” Elena said, and her voice dropped.

“They have men on the main elevator floor.

And the attending physician, Dr.

Harrison.