He got out, leaving his headlights on.

He didn’t have an umbrella.

Even in the grainy security footage, I could see his shoulders hunched against the wind.

He ran to the rear glass doors of the clinic.

“He’s using his keycard,” Julian whispered.

On the screen, a small red light on the door card reader turned green.

Ethan pushed the door open and stepped inside the dark hallway.

He was wet, his hair plastered to his forehead.

He looked around the empty corridor, his chest heaving.

“Is the security guard on duty?” I asked.

“The night guard patrols the front lobby and the exterior every hour,” Julian said. “He’s probably on the other side of the building right now.”

Ethan walked quickly down the hall toward the server room.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small tool.

It looked like a heavy screwdriver or a small crowbar.

“He knows he doesn’t have the digital override code,” Julian said. “He’s going to smash the physical drives.”

“Julian, can you lock him out of the server room?” Samuel asked.