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A man with a dark baseball hat pulled low over his eyes roughly entered the hospital room, brushing past Dana with such force he knocked her off balance.

Before she knew exactly what was happening, the man rushed toward Mitch. Her eyes widened in horror when she caught a glimpse of silver near his hand.

Was that a knife?

Mitch reacted instinctively, grabbing the metal tray beside him and bringing it up to block the knife in the nick of time. The tip of the blade deflected harmlessly off the metal surface, making the man stumble.

Mitch used the tray as a weapon, bringing it down hard on the guy’s head with a loud thunk. The man went down, sprawling inelegantly across the foot of the gurney. Mitch moved swiftly toward Dana, latching on to her arm.

“I need the closest way out of here,” he said in a low, harsh voice.

“This way.” She ducked out of the room, directing Mitch to the stairwell located just a few feet from his room.

“Who was that man?” she asked. “I don’t understand what’s going on.”

“Frankly, I don’t, either. But I have a bad feeling I’m being set up.”

“Set up for what, exactly?” she asked.

Mitch was silent for a long moment, before he finally spoke. “Murder.”