The hospital database was a ghost town. I sat in my home office, my hands shaking as I typed in the patient ID for Eli Mercer. Access Denied.
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Chapter 2 - THE ENFORCERI stepped out onto my porch for air, and that’s when I saw it: a black sedan parked across the street. It had been there for three hours.
My phone buzzed. An unknown number.
"Dr. Rowan," a cold, synthesized voice said. "That device you removed? It was never meant to be found. And Eli Mercer was never meant to survive the crash. You’ve complicated a very expensive timeline."
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"Who are you?" I demanded.
"The people who own the hospital. And soon, the people who will own you."
