I swiped it against the reader.

The little light turned from red to green.

The lock clicked open.

I slipped inside, the heavy door closing silently behind me.

The hallway was brightly lit, smelling of chemicals and sterile metal.

I could hear the low hum of centrifuges in the distance.

I walked quickly down the corridor, looking for the intake station.

There was a desk with a computer monitor and a basket for incoming samples.

I stood behind the desk and woke the computer screen.

It was locked.

I looked around the desk.

A yellow sticky note was tucked under the keyboard.

On it was a scribbled username and password.

Hospital security was surprisingly lax when it came to internal staff.

I typed in the credentials.

The screen logged in, displaying the laboratory queue for the next day.

I searched for the name *Briggs, Courtney*.

Nothing came up.

I tried *Harlan, Courtney*.

Still nothing.

My heart began to race. Why wasn’t she in the system?

Then I remembered the travel dates and Carter Vance.

Could she have registered under a different name?

I searched for *Vance, Courtney*.