“No,” she said quietly. “I knew she would live.”
She wasn’t supposed to be there.
That was the first thought that crossed Dr. Elena Voss’s mind when she saw Janet Mason standing at the end of the hospital corridor, barefoot, wearing a nightgown spotted with something dark. It was 2:47 a.m. The floor was sealed for deep cleaning. Security had been notified of a lockdown on the pediatric wing. janet mason only