Chapter 3 - THE INVISIBLE WOMAN
The roar of the helicopter blades deafened the cabin as they sped over the dark Atlantic toward Mass General. Michael sat across from Emily, his eyes never leaving her face. Noah was stabilized in the transport pod, his vitals holding steady, but the danger was far from over.
"Malignant hyperthermia," Michael said, testing the medical jargon on his tongue. "A neurotoxin. My son is six months old. Who poisons a baby?"
"Someone who wants to watch you suffer before they kill you," Emily replied flatly. She was wrapping a bandage around a medic’s hand that she had accidentally scraped during the commotion. Her movements were precise, professional.
Frank Miller, sitting by the window, leaned in. "I ran her background while we were in the air, boss. Emily Parker. Grew up in foster care. No criminal record. High school dropout."
Emily let out a dry, humorless laugh. "If you’re going to run a background check, Frank, at least dig deeper than the first firewall." She looked at Michael. "My real name is Dr. Amelia Vance. Two years ago, I was a pediatric trauma surgeon in Chicago. I testified against the wrong cartel boss. They put a hit on me. I’ve been hiding in plain sight in your mansion because nobody looks twice at the maid."
Michael’s jaw tightened. "You hid in the home of the biggest crime syndicate boss in New England?"
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"The safest place in a thunderstorm is right next to the lightning rod," she said quietly. "I didn't plan on breaking my cover. But I couldn't watch your son die."
The helicopter touched down on the hospital roof. Medical teams rushed the chopper, whisking Noah away. As Michael watched his son disappear behind the double doors, he turned to Emily. "You saved him. But if you're lying about who you are, I'll throw you off this roof myself."
