“The security guard at the west exit was found unconscious in the stairwell.”

“Did he see who hit him?” Ethan asked, his hand hovering over the elevator button.

“He said it was two men in delivery uniforms,” the resident replied.

“They had a large laundry hamper on wheels.”

My stomach dropped, a cold wave of nausea washing over me.

“The twins,” I whispered, looking at Ethan.

“They put them in the hamper.”

Ethan turned to the resident, his eyes sharp and commanding.

“Lock down all exits,” Ethan ordered.

“Tell the front desk to close the parking garage gates immediately.”

“I already tried, doctor,” the resident said, looking terrified.

“The main gate override was activated from the administrator’s office five minutes ago.”

The elevator bell dinged, and the heavy metal doors slid open.

Ethan and I stepped inside, and he immediately pressed the button for the basement level.

“Why the basement?” I asked, holding onto the handrail as the elevator dropped.

“The laundry tunnels connect to the old boiler building across the street,” Ethan said.

“It’s the only way out of the hospital that doesn’t go through the main lobby or the public garage.”