“Pretentious bastard.”

“Yeah,” Dillon said. “Let me think if there’s anything more to tell you about our doctor. First of all, I don’t think many people have this information.

“He’s brilliant and unscrupulous. Word has it that if you’re rich enough and discreet enough and you want someone under wraps badly enough, then Beadermeyer will take that person off your hands. It’s just rumors, of course, but who knows? Who did Sally piss off enough to get her sent here? Look, Quinlan, maybe she’s really sick.”

“She isn’t sick. Who sent her here? I don’t know. She never would tell me. She never even mentioned Beadermeyer by name. But it has to be him. Keep the flashlight down, Dillon. Yeah, better. Who knows what kind of security he has?”

“That I couldn’t find out, but hey, the fence isn’t electrified.”

They were both wearing black, including heavily lined black gloves. The twelve-foot-high fence was no problem. They dropped lightly to the spongy grass on the other side.

“So far, so good,” Quinlan said, keeping the flashlight low and moving it in a wide arc.

“Let’s stay close to the tree line.”

The two men moved quickly, hunkered down, the flashlight sending out a low beam just in front of them.

“Oh, shit,” Dillon said.

“What? Oh, yeah.” Two German shepherds came galloping toward them.

“Damn, I don’t want to kill them.”

“You won’t have to. Just stand still, Dillon.”

“What are you going—”

Dillon watched Quinlan pull a plastic-wrapped package from inside his black jacket. He peeled it open to show three huge pieces of raw steak.

The dogs were within twelve feet of them. Still Quinlan held perfectly still, waiting, waiting.

“Just another second,” he said, then threw one piece of raw steak in one direction and a second piece in the other direction. The dogs were on the meat in an instant.

“Let’s get moving. I’m going to save this last piece as getaway meat.”

“Not a bad security system,” Dillon said.

They were running now, keeping low, the flashlight off because there were a few lights on in the long, sprawling building in front of them, enough to light their way.

“You said the patient rooms are all in the left wing.”

“Right. Beadermeyer’s office is in the far end of the right wing. If the bastard’s still here, he’s a good distance away.”

“There should just be a small night shift complement.”

“I hope. I didn’t take the time to access their personnel and administration files. I don’t know how many employees work the night shift.”

“Damned useless machine.”

Dillon laughed. “Don’t accuse me of being married to my computer when you’re at your damned club most weekends wailing away on your sax. Whoa, Quinlan, stop.”

They froze in an instant, pressed against the brick building, just behind two tall bushes. Someone was coming, walking briskly, a flashlight in his hand.

He was whistling the theme from Gone with the Wind.

“A romantic security guard,” Quinlan whispered.

The man waved the flashlight to both sides and back again to the front. He never stopped whistling. The light flowed right over their bent heads, showing the guard only black shadows.

“I just hope she’s here,” Quinlan said. “Beadermeyer has to know I’ll come here. If he’s the one who hit me, then he would have checked my ID. What if they’ve already taken her away?”

“She’s here. Stop worrying. If she isn’t, well, then, we’ll find her soon enough. Did I tell you I had a date tonight? I had a damned date and look what I’m doing. Playing Rescue Squad with you. Stop worrying. You’re smarter than Beadermeyer. She’s still here, I’ll bet you on it. I get the feeling there’s more arrogance in this Beadermeyer than in most folk. I think the bastard believes he’s invincible.”

They were moving again, bent nearly double, no flashlights, just two black shadows skimming over the well-manicured lawn.

“We’ve got to get inside.”

“Soon,” Dillon said. “Just ahead. Then it’s going to be tricky. Imagine seeing the two of us dressed like cat burglars roaming down the halls.”

“We’ll find a nurse soon enough. She’ll tell us.”

“We’re nearly to the back emergency entrance. Yeah, here we are. Help me pull up the doors, Quinlan.”