Chapter 10: The Flatline
Julian lunged, tackling Marcus before the chain could strike Evelyn. The two men crashed through the heavy plate-glass window of the fourth-floor room. The sound of shattering glass was louder than a bomb.
Evelyn screamed, rushing to the jagged, gaping hole in the wall. The cold night air whipped her hair around her face. She looked down into the darkness. There was only the wailing of approaching police sirens and the flashing blue and red lights painting the pavement below. Two bodies lay motionless in the courtyard.
Behind her, in the bathroom, Clara was motionless, her eyes wide and unseeing, the chain still wrapped tightly around her ankle. Sarah lay unconscious on the floor.
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The heart monitor, which had been knocked to the floor but remained miraculously plugged in, let out a single, continuous, high-pitched tone. Peeeeeep. A flatline.
Evelyn sank to her knees amidst the shattered glass, blood, and ruined lives. She had survived, but as she looked at her hands, shaking and stained with the blood of the people she was sworn to heal, she realized the truth. Julian was right. She didn't know who she was trying to save. And in the end, the chain of vengeance had dragged them all down into the dark. The sirens grew louder, but for Dr. Evelyn Reed, the silence of the flatline was the only sound she would ever hear again.
