“She checked out twenty minutes ago, ma’am,” Marco said, looking down at his tablet.

“But that’s not all.”

“A black SUV was spotted idling near the ambulance bay just before she departed.”

“The plate belongs to a rental company used by Vance’s shell corporation.”

Giovanni’s face went completely dark.

“She is running,” he said.

“Or she is meeting Marcus,” I whispered, the fear rising in my throat like bile.

“Or both,” Giovanni said.

He turned back to the desk, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

The screen flickered, shifting from the bank records to a live satellite map of the Boston metro area.

A small red dot was blinking near the interstate, heading north toward the suburbs.

“She is moving fast,” Giovanni said, his voice flat and deadly again.

“If she gets to Marcus, he will hide her.”

“We will never get her to talk.”

“And Luca?” I asked, my voice rising.

“What is happening to my baby?”

“Dr. Sullivan is doing everything he can,” Marco said, his eyes darting between Giovanni and me.

“But he said the machinery in the pediatric ward experienced a sudden power surge.”