Hospital.
On the bench outside the ICU, five figures yawned as they waited.
Another lay on the ground.
Among them were Old Hardenn, Ivan, and Glenn, three of the team members.
Glenn, for some reason, was sound asleep on the floor.
The other three must be newcomers Susan had recruited a few days ago.
Brian only recognized one of them.
His name was Rechter, who bore a slight resemblance to Karen, an investigator Brian had dealt with before. He was about six feet tall, with a refined appearance and gold-rimmed glasses, looking less like a forensic doctor and more like a young university professor.
The two had previously spoken little at the Forensic Bureau.
There was no helping it.
One was skilled, and the other was popular; naturally, they couldn't really connect and had merely nodded to each other in passing.
Brian directly looked at Old Hardenn, "What's the situation?"
He had called Susan's phone, but Old Hardenn had answered.
He was clueless about the current situation.
