The laughter between friends, both old and new, filled Andrea with a sense of peace. Sure, they were trapped in a hospital surrounded by police with a crazy murderous woman, but still, there was joy.
Until the door creaked and an unseen presence slipped in.
All at once, the friendly atmosphere evaporated and was replaced with a feeling of tension. Evan stiffened. Sarah clutched at her stomach, her face a mask of pain. Andrea felt a pair of eyes watching her, taking in everything. She froze.
"Is somebody there?" Evan's voice rang out, startling the two women. Sarah jumped slightly, then grimaced. Slowly Andrea turned to face the door.
Slowly, gradually, like a shadow, a small man slipped into view. He was slight, with quick, nimble hands and darting eyes. He looked like a wisp of smoke. Intangible. Barely there. Almost invisible.
"Oh, it's you." Evan's fists clenched. He stared at the man with a mix of suspicion and open distrust. The tension between the two men was so strong, Andrea took a step back. The small man's eyes darted to her, then back.
"Hey..." Sarah's voice was weak, but the tone was strong. "Are you the one who helped Evan carry me to surgery?"
The wispy man's eyes narrowed slightly. "Maybe. Why?"
Sarah's eyes widened, then narrowed. "I was going to say thank you..."
Andrea decided that if she didn't speak up now, things were going to get nasty. By now Evan was glaring daggers at the small man, and Andrea didn't want to be the witness of another murder. Not after Bryan.
"Hate to break up the fun, but I don't think we've met. I'm Andrea." She stepped forward, hand outstretched.
He stared at it as if not sure what to do. Cautiously he took it and shook it gently. "I'm Finn."
Evan spoke up, his voice harsh. "Well, now that the pleasantries have been concluded, what do you want?"