The gun at the base of her spine pushed her forward. Help wasn’t on the way. She’d truly thought they’d beat her and her captor to the location. She was thrown, mentally and emotionally. With her mind processing her new predicament and recalculating the plan, she decided she had two goals.

Find Gavin and her father and stay alive while doing so.

“Go. Inside.”

“I know this place,” she murmured. “Why do I know this place? Marshbanks Labs.”

“You can think later. Get inside.”

Sarah figured she could get the gun away from the woman with a few well-placed self-defense moves she’d learned in the service—and from two well-meaning brothers who wanted her to be able to take care of herself—but if she managed to do that without getting shot, how would she go about finding Gavin and the general?

Tamping down the desperate need to get away from her captor and the desire to find the men, she bit her lip and let Donna direct her to the glass doors. The woman punched in the code and the doors slid open.

Sarah stepped inside the air-conditioned lobby and stood still, listening, watching—and praying that Donna knew how to use the weapon and wouldn’t accidentally pull the trigger. “What now?”

“Walk.”

“Where are my father and Gavin?”

“You’ll see them soon enough.”

Sarah allowed the woman to maneuver her down the stairs. She shoved open the heavy metal door at the bottom and stepped into a long hallway. The basement of the building. “To the end.”

“Why am I here? What do you want with me?”

“I don’t want anything to do with you. My part ends here.” She stopped in front of the first door on the left. “Open it.”

Sarah twisted the knob and threw it open.

The plush office inside was a direct contrast to the stark exterior. A man sat in a leather chair behind the oversized executive desk, his back facing her. He paused. Drew in a deep breath and turned. “Hello, Sarah.”

Sarah blinked. She should know this man. He looked so familiar. Why couldn’t she place him? “Who are you?”

He raised a brow. “Marshall McClain.”

Everything rushed in. Her father’s friend from college. The fraternity brother who owned a private pharmaceutical company. “It’s your drug that’s killing people.”

“I need to get back to the hospital,” Donna said from behind her.

“We’re almost done here.”

“What about Richard?”

“I’ve taken care of him. Just get back to doing what you do best and then leave the rest to me.”

“They’re closing in, Marshall. We need to shut this down and get out of the country before everything blows up in our faces.”