The Missile Game (The Dr. Scott James Thriller Series Book 1) by Glenn Shepard Page B

let’s tuck you in.” Taking me by the hand, she led me back to the bedroom and softly pushed me back on the bed. “Oh, I forgot something,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”
    She returned with a glass of ice water in one hand and a folded newspaper in the other. She put the glass on the nightstand and tossed the Chronicle onto the bed beside me. “Reading material,” she said.
    Within minutes of her departure, I fell asleep.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
    Farmhouse
    Ellsbury, North Carolina
    2:31 pm
    ELIZABETH KEYES LAID THE cardboard tube on the large table upstairs, and then pulled out the stolen hospital plans. The architectural drawings of the Jackson City Hospital were immense in size and exceedingly complicated. It was virtually impossible to follow the many alterations that had been made to the structure in the past ten years.
    The Penthouse was the problem. This was the logical place, Keyes believed, for the location of Alpha Charlie’s drone controls, but a dozen different renditions had been drawn.
    Taking care of Scott James over the last twenty-four hours had diverted her from actively searching for Alpha Charlie. That wasn’t good for her. Her most recently received text had been the most demanding of them all: CELENA, CALL MY NUMBER BY LANDLINE WHEN CHARLIE IS IN HIS CONTROL SITE. IMMEDIATELY MY MISSILES WILL BE LAUNCHED. IF YOU FAIL, THE REPLACEMENT WILL COME FOR YOU. J.H.
    On two separate occasions, Keyes had crawled through the ductwork of the Penthouse and had then entered every room and closet in the sixth-floor suite, but she’d been unable to find the drone controls.
    Now she couldn’t find them on the drawings, either. Originally, one of the four elevators serving the hospital had opened into the center of the Penthouse. On the latest version of the drawings, however, the elevator going to the Penthouse was closed on all floors except the sub-basement, and inside Waters’ private office. The same was true of the backup stairway for that elevator.
    After carefully studying all versions of the architectural blueprints of the hospital structure, as well as maps of the surrounding grounds, Keyes had come up empty. There was no sign of a control center, or a place to hide a control center. Maybe the initial intelligence she’d received had been wrong.
    She’d have to get deeper inside Herb Waters’ little fortress, but virtually . She began working through all the hacking protocols she’d learned. First, she’d need to find out how to get into the hospital’s website.
    Then she’d figure out how to get to Herb Waters.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
    The Penthouse, Jackson City Hospital
    2:35 pm
    “GODDAMN IT TO FUCKING hell!” Waters screamed.
    Shirley Moss was used to that kind of profane outburst from Waters. But when it was followed by the crashing sound of a chair hitting the wall and his shout to “Get your ass in here!” she knew he was more upset than usual.
    Moss walked two steps inside the door andstood there quietly as Waters hovered over his desk. His heavily-creased face was deeply tanned. Shirley suspected his dark brown hair was mostly gray, judging by the bottles of hair coloring that were often in his desk drawer. His massive, well-muscled chest and arms bulged against his always starched and pressed white shirts.
    “Someone was here!” Waters yelled. “Who was it?” His face was red and the large veins in his neck and face bulged.
    Michael Jefferson, Waters’ enormous “security guard,” who was much more like a professional intimidator than anything else, waved a silver metal rod over the entry door, the wall around the entry door, and the carpet. A low-frequency hum issued as the rod moved past Waters’ office door. The hulking Jefferson turned to look at Waters.
    “Goddamn it to fucking hell!” Waters shouted again as he picked a quarter-inch brown “spot” from the door, just above the upper hinge. He shoved it in Shirley’s face. The miniature transmitting device