Archie gingerly turned back to Jack. The landline on Jack’s desk was almost within reach. Archie could lunge for it, start dialing, maybe, but there was no way he would be able to get a call made before Cooper stopped him. He had to get Jack to understand. Jack was a businessman. He knew how to make informed decisions. Archie just had to make the argument sound reasonable. “We need to call in the task force,” Archie said. “While she’s still in the area. Get Leo, Jack. Please. He’ll believe me. He’ll tell you I’m not crazy. If we call for backup now, we might still be able to catch her.” Jack’s eyes were still bright, the grin still frozen on his face. Archie knew he had to go further. “She killed Isabel, Jack. And you’re letting her get away.”

Jack looked at him for a full minute. Archie could hear a clock ticking and the sound of Karim turning magazine pages. “Are you high?” Jack asked, finally.

Razor Burn laughed. It was a forced short bark, like a dog’s.

Archie sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. Fine. They wanted him to go through it again, he would go through it again. He would go through it a thousand times. However many times it took to get them to understand. “Gretchen kidnapped Susan,” he said. “She used her to get me to follow her down into the tunnels. She was in that room until moments before your men arrived.” He indicated the bloody hole in his shirt. “She stabbed me with a scalpel. You need to let me call for backup before it’s too late.”

“With a scalpel,” Jack said, his face a picture of merriment.

Archie shook his head. It did sound incredible. “It gets better,” he said. “She’s wearing a blood-spattered nurse costume.”

Jack blinked at Archie.

“It’s Halloween,” Archie said.

A grin spread across Jack’s lips and he punched a finger in Archie’s direction. “You’ve finally cracked up, haven’t you?”

“He’s telling the truth,” Susan groaned. “She brought us both here. You need to let Archie call for help. Or he’ll arrest you for hindering the investigation. He needs a doctor.”

“Obstructing the investigation,” Archie said, correcting her. “But, yeah.”

Razor Burn gave Susan a push on the back of her head. “You don’t get to tell Jack what to do,” he said.

Susan lifted a hand to her scalp and twisted around, her face crimson. “Don’t touch me,” she hissed. Razor Burn’s iron-man façade wavered. Archie reached across and set a cautioning hand on Susan’s elbow, but she jerked it away. Archie could see the color building on Razor Burn’s cheeks, as his blood vessels filled with rage. His eyes were on Jack, clearly looking for a green light to teach Susan a lesson.