Chapter 36

At three o’clock in the morning, Mercer was empty enough for Sophie to burn through red lights at full speed.

She hit the I-5 and screamed north to 520.

Dialed Art halfway across Lake Washington and stuck him on speaker so she could keep two hands on the wheel while she did ninety-five over wet concrete, the windshield wipers frantically whipping across the glass.

Art answered with, “Hey, Sophie.”

“Where are you?”

“Still on the four-oh-five, couple miles south of Kirkland.”

“They may be going to the Evergreen Psychiatric Hospital.”

“How do you know that?”

“Long story, but I’m on my way, about five minutes behind you.”

“Why are they going to this hospital?”

“No idea, but Grant’s father lives there. Seymour had drawn a weird picture of him on a receipt. Didn’t connect the dots until a few minutes ago.”

“And you think they’re going after him?”

“Possibly. I’m calling the hospital right now and putting them on notice so they can scramble security.”

“I’ll call for backup.”

Sophie depressed the brake pedal as she veered onto an exit ramp, nearly lost control of the TrailBlazer at the end as she whipped it around, tires skidding on the wet road, the SUV tipping up on two wheels for a terrifying instant.

She managed to right the car and stomp the gas, now accelerating north up Lake Washington Boulevard.

The city just a foggy glow across the water.

“Art,” she said. “I have no idea what these men are all about.”

“You and me both.”

“So do me a favor, huh?”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t get yourself shot.”


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