Camilla’s POV

As I roamed the hospital hallway, my mind racing, the night felt heavier than normal. I believed I had a good catch on the spy. I had noticed a suspicious-looking staff member lurking close to the computer terminals where George's medical records had been altered. His eyes were wide with fear, and he was breathing in short, nervous gasps when I had trapped him in a deserted hallway.

"For whom are you employed?" I had made a low, hazardous demand.

There had been no direct ...