The battery had been sealed in place.
A tiny red light blinked near the camera lens.
Audrey turned the phone facedown.
Then she heard voices in the hallway.
Diana.
Elena.
And a man Audrey recognized immediately.
Martin Keene.
“Audrey?” he called through the door. “It’s Martin.”
Every muscle in her body tensed.
Diana spoke next.
“Do not open the door.”
Martin’s voice hardened.
“Agent Cruz, I outrank you in this investigation.”
“This is a medical unit, not your office.”
“I am her supervisor.”
“You are also named in evidence connected to the case.”
Silence followed.
Audrey pictured Martin’s face changing.
“That is an extraordinary accusation,” he said.
“It isn’t an accusation. It is a reason for caution.”
“What evidence?”
“I’m not discussing that in a hallway.”
“You will discuss it now.”
“No.”
Audrey had never heard anyone refuse Martin so calmly.
She slid the black phone beneath her pillow and pressed the bed control, raising herself upright.
“Diana,” she called.
“I’m here.”
“Is Julian with him?”