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couldn’t find his badge.”
    Nodding, Cal ran through their options. They were already spread thin, their small teams watching over five locations. He was taking a chance if he called everyone in, especially if it was just a coincidence. Sixteen guys descending on an unarmed civilian in broad daylight wasn’t the best of ideas.
    “You stay here. If the guy comes out, follow him and let me know where you’re headed. I’ll go to the rear exit we picked and tell the guys that just got off watch to head this way. Should give us good coverage.”
    Daniel nodded and took his seat. He knew what to do.
    Working from memory, Cal made his way out of the building and toward the rear exit that did not allow reentry. It was the most likely escape route, and there he would wait.
     
    +++
     
    Dr. Price’s heart felt like a heavy metal drummer was pounding away at it after snorting a few lines of coke. How could he have been so stupid? He’d swiped the ID badge the night before from a med student at The Biltmore Grill who’d had more than his share of whiskey and had roughly the same features as Price. But to forget to put it on? He was beyond blessed that the nurse at the door hadn’t looked closer at the picture or else he would’ve had a helluva situation to deal with.
    Ten minutes later, his drug administered, Dr. Price made his way through the winding corridors to the back exit, shedding his layers of scrubs along the way. He exhaled in relief as he pushed through the door and stepped outside.
     

    Chapter 13
    Charlottesville, Virginia
    7:39am, April 6 th
     
    Cal took a seat on one of the many pre-Civil War era stone walls lining greenways across campus. The spot gave him a good vantage point of two rear hospital exits. Behind one sat two janitors who’d propped the one-way door open with a brick. They sat chatting and smoking lazily, in no rush to get anywhere.
    His senses tingling, Cal watched the steady stream of people walking by. Students. The odd professor. A tourist or three. A perfect place to get lost in a crowd.
    Cal had his Springfield XD .45 tucked in his waistband, ready for use. He doubted he’d have any need for it, but that, along with the double edged knife tucked in a wrist holster on his left arm, kept him prepared at all times.
    There shouldn’t be any need for force. Hell, Cal and his band of warriors still didn’t have a clue what they were dealing with, just a hunch from Jonas.
    Without anything left do but wait, Cal did just that.
     
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    Now donning a faded blue Virginia cap he’d purchased with the last cash in his pocket, Price scanned the area from under the bill. Comfortable in his pair of running pants and a well-worn white T-shirt, he took off down the sidewalk, fading into the stream of travelers.
     
    +++
     
    Cal watched the man in the blue ball cap and white T-shirt exit the building. That’s the same guy.
    He texted the rest of his team and set out to follow the suspect, still not sure of what he’d do or say when he caught up to the guy.
     
    +++
     
    Dr. Price’s mind worked to process the busy street, wary of any onlookers. He didn’t see anything suspicious, but that didn’t mean no one was watching. His enemies were cunning and skilled.
    A familiar prickle ran up his neck, tickling his scalp. Not one to doubt his senses, Price stepped to the curb, deciding to cross the street, glancing both ways as if looking for a break in the traffic, when in fact he was looking for a tail. Nothing. Everyone looked the same.
    But still, he felt that nagging urge to run. He resisted, instead waving his thanks to the two drivers who stopped to allow him to cross Jefferson Park Avenue, heading toward the heart of the campus, or as he’d just remembered U.Va students called it, Grounds.
    He picked up his pace as he hit the opposing sidewalk, slipping through the throng of kids heading to class.
     
    +++
     
    Cal let his target cross first, taking his time to do the same. He knew the

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