“He operates out of a small, cramped office near the Queens waterfront.”

“Marco is going to find him.”

“If we get Vance to admit the signatures were forged, the entire legal paper trail collapses.”

“And Arthur’s court orders won’t mean a thing,” I said.

“But you have to play the part,” Luke said. “You have to let them think you are running.”

The line went quiet for a moment.

“We are entering the garage now,” Luke said. “Get ready to move.”

The call ended.

I pushed the thin white blanket off my legs.

My feet touched the cold linoleum floor, and a wave of dizziness washed over me.

I grabbed the metal IV pole to steady myself.

The plastic tube pulled at the back of my hand, where a dark purple bruise had formed.

The door to my room clicked open again.

Nadia stepped inside, her breathing shallow, her yellow raincoat dripping water onto the floor.

“Elena,” she gasped, locking the door behind her.

“They are in the lobby. I saw them.”

“They have security guards with them, the ones from Mercer Holdings.”