thing from his mind.
“ Isabelle ,” Mac said, the warning tone clear.
“I can’t get over that reading of Daniel,” she said quickly and shook her head. “But that’s it. Really.” She leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss. “Hurry back.”
•••••
Outside the kitchen, Geoffrey shook Maurice’s grip off his shoulder.
What had that been about?
In all their lives, Maurice had never so much as shook his hand.
And when did the health department have anything to do with the commune?
“It’s time for your shot,” Maurice said abruptly.
Geoffrey shot him a glare and then quickly looked up and down the hallway.
“For god’s sakes, not so loud ,” he whispered harshly. He scowled at his brother. “What’s the matter with you today?”
And was it time for his Botox shot? It seemed early.
“You don’t want to fall behind,” Maurice hissed. “ Do you? ”
“Of course not,” Geoffrey answered quickly.
“Then I’ll see you upstairs ,” Maurice said, turning away, and then he was gone.
•••••
Unlike the last time he’d been here, Mac simply walked up to the door of the medical clinic and opened it. Though all senses were on alert, he had strolled without hurry, dressed as though he might belong. But he couldn’t help but remember the last time he’d been here. He, Isabelle, and Kayla had retreated through the trees he’d just come through. Pursued by security people from the commune, they’d only narrowly escaped.
No sooner was Mac through the door, though, than he knew something was wrong.
It was dark.
He stopped just inside the entrance as it slowly closed behind him.
It was also completely silent.
Instinctively, he crouched as he inched his way forward. He took out his cell phone and used it as a flashlight. He definitely recognized the place. He passed the storage area where he’d grabbed a gurney and Isabelle had found scrubs. But it was empty.
“Damn,” he muttered, picking up the pace.
Quickly, he trotted down the middle of the dark aisle, swinging the phone from right to left. He opened one of the patient rooms at random.
Empty, not even a bed.
He ran, down to the nurse’s station. The computers were gone. He yanked open one drawer after another. Completely cleaned out.
Either the commune knew they’d been compromised or they’d expected someone to come.
Mac froze.
Isabelle .
CHAPTER NINE
ISABELLE INVOLUNTARILY YELPED at the loud knock on the driver’s window. After Mac had left, she’d switched to the driver’s seat to be ready when he got back. Despite her reaction, hand on her chest, she turned expecting to see him. But instead, what she saw made her want to scream.
A security guard!
Instantly she fumbled for the door lock but the man must have already gripped the handle because the door quickly opened. She nearly fell out as it whooshed away from her. The guard grabbed her arm and yanked her out the rest of the way.
“ No ,” she tried to say but the word caught in her throat as she was shoved up against the back door, her left arm twisted painfully behind her. “Wait!” she said. “ Stop! ”
There was no vehicle on the road that she could see. He had to have been on foot. As she tried to squirm away, even the smallest movement caused pain to radiate in her shoulder and elbow.
“That hurts ,” she tried, but the guard wasn’t paying attention to her.
“Yeah,” he said, “I found someone on the road.” Isabelle tried to look at him but he renewed his press into her back, shoving her harder against the SUV. “Bring her in?”
There was a hissing sound and a tiny beep.
“On the road?” said a tinny voice.
The guard had a radio.
“Yeah, sitting in a big, black SUV parked at the side of the road, under the cover of trees.”
“Where?” the voice said.
Is that Maurice?
“I’m not–” she tried, as the pain in her arm choked off the rest.
There was a moment of static and then a beep.
“Yes.