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I die.

Chapter 7

FINN

Four contestants. Or, as I like to call them—test subjects.

Their applications are all sitting in my inbox.

Except I’m too busy scrolling through the social media feed for the strip club.

Who the fuck was that woman?

Perhaps I should be more interested in the fact we lost three patients last night. None of which come as a surprise in their conditions. But it doesn’t look good for our stats.

There’s a light knock on my office door and I grin. I like to start my day with an interaction with Stephanie.

“Come in,” I call out.

The door opens slowly, and I see a message pop up from Conan.

I can’t hide my smile as I open the picture of little baby Liam. Born this morning.

God, he looks just like my brother.

Before I can text back, Dr. Miller clears her throat.

I look up and freeze.

She’s standing in front of three police officers, looking like she might pass out.

I rise with a smile that’s all teeth.

“Officers. How can I help?” I ask.

Inside, I’m burning.

We have a deal. This is my fucking place of work.

And Stephanie looks seconds from collapsing.

“We need you to come down to the station, Dr. Quinn.”

My jaw clenches.

“Dr. Miller, you’re good to go.”

I flick my eyes toward the door.

She nods and flees like the room’s on fire.

I don’t recognize any of these cops. That’s the first red flag.

“Am I under arrest?”

They glance at each other.

I tut.

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