He pointed to a notification that had just popped up on the hospital’s internal security network.

It was an automated alert from the state law enforcement database.

An active warrant had just been entered into the system.

“An arrest warrant,” Liam said, his voice barely audible.

“For you, Claire.”

“On what charges?”

“Grand larceny and corporate espionage,” Liam said.

“They are claiming you stole proprietary trade secrets from Apex Development when you left.”

The steel door of the laundry room rattled in its frame.

We both froze, looking toward the hallway.

The sound of heavy boots echoed on the concrete outside the office door.

A shadow crossed the frosted glass window of the supervisor’s office.

Someone tried the doorknob, turning it back and forth with force.

“Claire,” a man’s voice called out from the other side.

It wasn’t a doctor.

“Open the door. We have a warrant.”

The knob rattled again, harder this time.

Liam stepped between me and the door.

His tall frame blocked the frosted glass window completely.

“Who is out there?” Liam called out.

He kept his voice steady, his military training taking over.