Chapter 2 - The Cost of a Name

The silver-haired nurse looked up from her computer, her expression a practiced mask of clinical politeness. “How can I help you, sir?”

Cormack’s hands gripped the edge of the high counter. The marble felt like ice beneath his palms. “The woman who was just brought in through those doors. Brin Holloway. I need to know what’s happening.”

The nurse’s eyes narrowed slightly, taking in his tailored suit, his sharp jawline, and the suppressed violence radiating from him. “Are you family? I can’t release patient information to anyone who isn’t—”