HAROLD'S POV — EARLIER THAT MORNING
He'd run the plan seventeen times in his head before authorizing it. Every contingency accounted for. Every variable controlled.
The hospital was the right location....public enough that it wouldn't raise immediate suspicion, controlled enough that the right paperwork could get anyone almost anywhere. He'd spent three weeks studying Mont Senai's transfer protocols. Three weeks identifying the corridors with the lowest camera density. Three weeks finding the staff rotations, the security checkpoints, the patterns.
He'd lost his company because of Aria Chen. His reputation. His freedom....or what remained of it, the lawyers buying him time while the noose of prosecution tightened around his neck.
Everything. He had lost everything.
