Alek stopped pacing, turning to face me. “The database is a good place to start, but there’s one problem. We need Dad’s fingerprint to access it.”
I felt my stomach drop. He was right. The Wolfen Database was locked down tighter than anything else, and our father’s fingerprint was the only thing that would unlock it. The problem? He was in a f*****g coma.
“We’ll go to the hospital,” I said firmly, standing and grabbing my jacket.
Alek raised an eyebrow. “You think the staff is just going to let us drag him out of bed to scan his hand?”
“No,” I admitted. “But we’ll figure it out. We don’t have time to sit around and wait for answers. If the database can tell us who Francine is, it’s worth the risk.”
He didn’t argue, which was a relief. We didn’t have the luxury of fighting ea
