*Noland’s POV*

The harsh ring of my phone cuts through the tense air of the hospital parking lot, snapping my attention away from Lexie, Natasha, and the unsettling news about Eleanor. It's Chris, and the urgency in his voice is palpable.

"Noland, I've traced the location of the rental car," Chris says, his words punctuated by a gravity that sends a chill down my spine. "It's an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city. I am heading there ...