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Nick made his way to the security offices where Devyn said she would be waiting for him.
“Just in time,” she stated as he walked through the door. “We have the footage about ready to roll from all the cameras from every elevator and stairwell leaving the third floor. Unless she’s still on the third floor, we’ll find her.”
Nick watched over Devyn’s shoulder as feeds came up on multiple screens from different cameras. Since the time frame in question was a small window, they quickly narrowed down the search.
“There. Stop it there,” Nick ordered, pointing to the middle screen. “What’s Morgan doing here?”
“I couldn’t get in or out of the car or drive on my own with the sore ribs, so she insisted on bringing me to the hospital. She left when the chaos erupted, so she should be home by now.”
Nick glared at her and then returned his focus to the paused images. “That person, can you zoom in on that one?”
Devyn’s jaw dropped. The hair color and style had changed, but there was no doubt in her mind that the woman in scrubs, two people behind Morgan in the stairwell was Candace Rogers. She turned to Nick, but he already had his phone to his ear and his back to her.
“Pick up, pick up,” he pleaded. “Morgan, call me the second you get this message.”
Devyn had never heard such panic and fear in her partner’s voice. She should have called a cab and tipped the driver extra to help her in and out of the car. She hadn’t intended to put Morgan in danger, but if anything happened to her, Devyn knew Nick would never forgive her. And she would never forgive herself.