Maeve's heart plummeted.
The code Donovan Yarrow had blurted out instantly flashed through her mind: 076. Was Charlie's horrific death directly linked to Lab C?
Just as she was about to press Stetson for more secrets, the rooftop door clicked open. It was Audrey Sinclair. Stetson immediately shrank into his chair, visibly terrified. The moment she appeared, he clamped his mouth shut, refusing to utter another word.
Maeve mentally cursed. Of all the times to show up, she had to waltz in right at the climax of the conversation. Was she doing this on purpose?
"Well, isn't this a coincidence, Miss Vance? Fancy seeing you here."
Maeve's face remained utterly impassive. "I'm just taking my patient out for some sun."
Audrey glanced at the surprisingly energetic Stetson. "He's recovering awfully fast."
Maeve had zero desire to entertain her. "Time's up anyway. I need to take him back down."
Audrey sneered. "Running away from me?"
Maeve shot her a look of pure, amused condescension. "I figured you'd be the one hiding."
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