"Where should I take you?" she asked as we drove deeper into the city. And when I saw the lights illuminating the streets, I felt a flicker of relief. I could only hope Kane hadn’t beaten us to the hospital—if he had, things could get much worse.

"Downtown, please," I told her, knowing I could walk a couple of blocks from there and reach the organization’s hospital. It was well hidden, but I knew exactly how to get there.

"All right," the woman replied as she pressed the accelerator and sped through the city streets. Poor Danielle was visibly nervous, and I was even more so. I simply placed little...