Finally, they reviewed the access card records.
Derek Bennett had entered freezer storage compartment C the night before. He had never logged out.
Connor’s blood ran cold.
—Open it —he said.
When the heavy freezer door hissed open, a wave of icy air enveloped them.
And there, on the ground, was Grace.
Pale. Barely conscious. Frozen. Cradling two newborn babies in her arms.
Connor moved before he thought about it.
He knelt beside her and took her pulse.
Weak.
