Lyra stared at the text message from Damian Gallagher, her thumb hovering over the screen. Something didn't add up.
"Dr. Payne?" she muttered to herself. How did he know that identity?
She scrolled through her mental files. Alice Gallagher—the woman she'd pulled from that burning car last week. The incident had been a blur of adrenaline and instinct. She'd given her statement to the police and left before anyone could make a fuss. Typical Lyra behavior—help and disappear.
But clearly, someone had tracked her down.
She typed back cautiously: *How did you get this number?*
The response came quickly: *Police report mentioned you as Dr. Payne. Alice described her savior in detail. Please, she's refusing treatment until she sees you.*
Lyra sighed. Of course the woman would have described her. And of course her involvement with anything remotely connected to the Covington Group would come back to haunt her.
*I'll be there in thirty minutes,* she replied finally.
