His jacket was completely unzipped, his collar twisted, and his face slick with sweat from running straight up the stairwell from the parking garage.

“Where is she?” Kevin asked, his voice rough.

“Security took her down to the main floor,” I said.

“She’s already out of the building.”

He dropped the heavy duffel bag onto the linoleum floor, and the metal zipper clattered loudly in the quiet room.

He took three fast strides toward me and put both hands on my arms.

“Nurse Elena called my cell while I was on the highway,” Kevin said, his voice clipped and tight.

“She said someone touched Rosalie’s breathing machine.