Chapter 7: The Confession
Under the harsh, flashing red lights, Clara pulled herself up against the sink, the chain clinking against the tile. "Tell her, Julian," she taunted, coughing up a spatter of blood. "Tell the good doctor why we are really here."
Julian remained silent, his gaze fixed on the reinforced wooden door of the hospital room. He was calculating vectors, preparing for the breach.
Clara turned her venomous gaze to Evelyn. "You think you save lives, Doctor? Five years ago, you signed off on a psychological evaluation. A man named Arthur Vance. You said he was stable. You released him."
Evelyn’s breath hitched. Arthur Vance. The name was a ghost that haunted her career—a patient who had gone on to commit a horrific tragedy weeks after his discharge.
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"Julian’s sister was one of his victims," Clara hissed, smiling with bloodstained teeth. "And Marcus and Sarah’s little girl was the other. Julian found out I was the nurse who altered Vance's charts for a bribe. He chained me up to make me confess. But Marcus... Marcus doesn't want confessions. He just wants blood. And he thinks Julian took too long."
The floor beneath them vibrated. Heavy footsteps were in the hallway. The hunters had arrived.
