“Is he really going to sign?” I whispered, leaning against the cold wall.

“He’s stalling, Maren,” Marcus said.

“He needs to get to the server room next to the clinic.”

“Once he’s inside, I can bypass the secondary locks from here.”

“But the guards are watching him,” I said.

“Not for long,” Marcus replied.

“I’m about to loop the camera feed in the west corridor.”

“You need to get to the service elevator at the end of your hall.”

“It leads directly to the laundry chute next to the medical wing.”

“How do I get past the keypad?” I asked.

“The code is four-eight-nine-two,” Marcus said.

“Move fast, Maren.”

“The system will register the override in ninety seconds.”

I ended the call and slipped my phone into my pocket.

The corridor was empty, but I could hear the muffled sound of classical music from the ballroom.

I walked quickly, my soft-soled shoes making no sound on the linoleum.

The service elevator was painted a dull gray, the paint chipping around the edges.

A small digital keypad glowed red next to the steel doors.