"Curses!"
He fell silent for a moment, then said in an urgent tone:
"We need to go."
Before Saint could protest, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in the direction of the hospital. She had no choice but to follow him, still reeling from everything that had happened.
The detective's hold was firm and strangely reassuring.
'Let's just… see what happens.'
Her willingness to play along with his deranged charade was not a healthy reaction… but somehow, Saint found herself reluctant to resist, and lacking the desire to pull her arm out of his grasp.
'That's because I'm in shock. Definitely.'
They waded through the rain, hurrying toward the hospital. The entrance was just like Saint had left it — it was as if three men had not tried to kill her just a few hundred metres away from the brightly illuminated premises of the hospital.
The volunteer workers were still building a barricade out of sandbags around the building. The security guards welcomed her as if nothing had happened.
"Dr. Saint. Have you forgotten something?"
They stared down Detective Sunless with cold expressions.
Saint cleared her throat.
"Ah… yes. This is one of my patients. He is in need of an urgent consultation. You can check the system — there is a pass issued under his name, still."
The guards studied them for a few moments, then reluctantly stepped aside.
Saint and Detective Sunless hurried inside. Just as they were entering, a nurse who was leaving opened the door and held it for them politely, lowering her head in a respectful bow.
They walked inside.
A moment later, however, Detective Sunless froze in place.
"Stop."
Saint halted, giving him a questioning look.
He turned around with a tense expression on his handsome face.
The air was full of a subtle scent of blood.
"Where are you going, I wonder?"
Saint frowned, confused by the question. It took her a moment to realize that the question was not directed at her.
Following his gaze, she saw the nurse who had opened the door for them stopping halfway across the threshold.
The nurse lingered for a moment, then looked back.
She was wearing clean blue scrubs and a standard face mask, her black hair gathered in a tidy bun.
…Above the mask, two beautiful vermillion eyes were staring back at the detective with a cold, calm malice.
'Her eyes are red.'
They were definitely of a vibrant, vivid scarlet shade.
It was Morgan, the Valor Group heiress.