The Dead Wife's Spectacular Secret Return

d light on the desk. The ringing wa

awer and slammed it shut. She took a deep breath, forcing the air down into h

king," she said.

Then, a deep, rough male voice sp

am the Dean of this hospital. Public medical reso

Barlow. I handle security for the Sinclair family. You wi

ite around the plastic receiver. She pressed her lips together to stop them from tremblin

w, and looked down through the bl

into the hospital's private entrance. T

paper coffee cup. He jumped when the SUVs stopped.

him behind a

ow stepped out. He wore a black tactical suit.

Boston light. His sharp eyes scanned the ceiling

. They formed a human wall between the cars and th

nk they are?" Evan whispere

"Shut up, Evan. That's the Sinclair fam

y and stared directly at the pillar where Evan an

He pressed his back flat

ough the sliding glass doors into the VIP lobb

d up, her hands shaking.

med a solid black access card onto t

he private elevator res

lack device from his pocket. He swept it around

ece. "Boston security is locked

ale voice replied throu

linton stood a l

. The doors slid op

n step

n the hallway toward him,

m. Catherine looked down, raising the clipboard

the woman in the white coat. Something about the

king her path. The sudden movem

a cleared zone?"

e could hear it in her throat. She slowly raised her head. She gave him a l

e frowned. The suspicion was still heavy in his eye

n," Catherine said, her French accent thick and dripp

w him off. The arrogance was ent

or," he said stiffl

high and walked past him

nst the wall. Her shirt was soaked with cold sw

ont of Cassidy's door, typ