Nurse Wendy held her bag tight against her chest, running past the quiet rooms down the narrow rear hall. Her eyes stayed locked on the clean floor tiles as sweat ran down her neck into her collar.She tried to reach the exit stairs before the hospital guards could check the morning keycard records

The grand conference hall on the second floor of St. Jude Hospital was packed with bright television lights. Over thirty city reporters leaned forward in their soft velvet seats, microphones held ready in their hands as camera shutters clicked without stopping.At the front of the wide wooden stage

Ethan Sanders stepped out of his car and walked into the narrow streets. He held a small slip of paper inside his pocket, reading the faded ink address one more time.The name written on the note belonged to Martha Cole, a woman who had worked inside the Sanders manor twenty years ago. She had serve

The eight men charged at Ethan with their pipes, their boots pounding against the hard stone street. They raised their weapons high into the air, shouting with raw fury as they closed the circle from every side.Ethan did not panic as the weapons came rushing toward his face. He kept his feet balanc

Ethan Sanders pushed open the heavy wooden door of the hotel suite. His dark coat was ripped along the left shoulder, and scraped skin marked his bruised knuckles.Angela Miretti looked up from the table where she was checking transport papers. The moment her emerald eyes saw his torn clothes, her p