Natalie frowned.
“When?”
“While you were in the supply room.”
Reeves turned immediately.
“Did he speak?”
The doctor hesitated.
“One sentence.”
“What did he say?”
The doctor looked at Natalie.
“He asked for her.”
Nobody moved.
Natalie felt cold.
“For me?”
“Yes.”
“That’s impossible.”
Reeves watched her carefully.
“You’ve met him before?”
“No.”
“Are you certain?”
Natalie stared at the man in the bed.
His face was swollen and partially bandaged.
She had never seen him.
At least she didn’t think she had.
Then his eyes opened.
The monitor accelerated.
Natalie stepped closer.
The prisoner looked directly at her.
Recognition appeared in his eyes.
Clear.
Immediate.
