And then I remembered what I was carrying hidden in the lining of my jacket.
A tiny transmitter.
My grandfather had forced me to keep it with me years ago.
Because before I became Rachel Vance, the apparently orphaned wife of a successful businessman, I had been Rachel Montgomery.
The only granddaughter of Arthur Montgomery.
Founder of one of the most powerful private defense technology groups in the country.
I had given up my last name after falling in love with Julian. I wanted to prove that someone could love me without knowing how much money, power, or influence stood behind me.
What an irony.
I tilted my head, caught the edge of my jacket with my teeth, and pressed the hidden button.
The doctor saw me.
“What did you do?”
The needle came down toward me.
I kicked the metal tray.
Instruments and vials crashed to the floor.
One of them shattered.
I managed to grab a fragment of glass and cut through the strap on my right wrist. The doctor lunged to grab me and I struck him with my palm under the jaw.
The syringe went flying.
Then we heard a crash in the hallway.
Another.
And another.
The doctor froze.
The security door gave way.
Men in tactical gear came in. At the front walked Raymond Mercer, my family’s head of security since I was a teenager.
He came to the table, cut the straps, and took off his jacket to cover me.
“Miss Montgomery.”
Dr. Beck went pale.
“Montgomery?”
Ray helped me to my feet.
“Your grandfather is waiting for you.”
Before leaving, I looked at the doctor.
I wasn’t shaking anymore.
