Susan’s flight: Avoiding a small squad of heavily armed guards with attack dogs seemed best. Betsinger gave her a way out. The better option remained to escape up top.
“I’ll show you where it is. Let me go with you,” Betsinger said.
But Susan didn’t hesitate, drew her Glock 17, and slammed the handle into the researcher’s forehead with a backhanded swing. She said, “Thanks Doc,” then ran to the office.