Because you loved me
Nancy was waiting for her, eyes darting nervously around the room like she was afraid of something.
"Boss," she whispered, closing the door behind them. "I have found something, but we have a problem."
Krystie’s stomach tightened. "What kind of problem? Did someone track you down?"
"No. That's not it. Here." Nancy turned her computer screen toward her. A grainy video clip played. The hospital footage from the previous night. The hallway outside the operating rooms was dimly lit, but a group of figures in scrubs moved swiftly, wheeling in unconscious patients.
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