“They are operating on backup generators right now.”

“A power surge?” Giovanni asked, his eyes narrowing.

“At Boston General?”

“It was localized to the third floor,” Marco said.

“The pediatric ICU.”

I felt a cold sweat break out across my collarbone.

This wasn’t an accident.

Marcus wasn’t just trying to find us.

He was trying to kill our son.

“Giovanni,” I choked out, grabbing his arm.

“We have to go back.”

“It’s a trap, Lauren,” Giovanni said, his grip on my hand tightening.

“If you go back there, you walk right into his hands.”

“I don’t care about myself!” I cried.

“My son is in that building!”

“The backup generators will only last for so long,” Marco added quietly.

“And the main grid lines to that wing have been physically cut from the basement.”

Giovanni stared at the map on his screen, then at the tablet in Marco’s hand.

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut.

The red dot on the map continued to crawl along the highway, moving further away from the hospital.

“We have two targets,” Giovanni said.