Diane�s hair flipped up, and something caused a hole to explode on Claire�s pillow, next to her head. Diane spun around and aimed her weapon toward the door, ready to fire on the silent source of that projectile.

�Harry!� Diane shouted as he sprang out the door. She heard running down the hall, and as she emerged from Claire�s door, she saw Denby chasing a Hispanic man wearing a black trench coat down the hallway, trying to balance himself to get in a good shot. The bad guy was weaving around the people in the hallway, shoving aside orderlies, scattering trays of pills and medical supplies as they ran. Harry resumed his chase, unwilling to fire through the crowded hallways, unwilling to let the guy out of his sights. As various hospital employees and security guards converged on Claire�s room, Diane flipped open her phone and called Fancy at home.

�Hey boss. You�ll never guess who I just ran into.� Diane�s half-smile at her lame attempt at lighthearted conversation looked more like a grimace. She pulled her hand through her hair and said, �Well, there�s another wrinkle.�